Logs:Masks? Blindfolds? Clandestine?

From NorCon MUSH
Masks? Blindfolds? Clandestine?
"Improvise, Adapt, and overcome."
RL Date: 28 August, 2014
Who: Alida, Edyis
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: Alida takes Edyis somewhere unexpected.
Where: Small Cave, Remote Inner Igen Desert
When: Day 26, Month 8, Turn 35 (Interval 10)
Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air.
Mentions: G'laer/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions
OOC Notes: As usual, feel free to add anything I may have missed or forgotten.




8/28/2014 Logfile from Norcon Edyis. Small Cave, Remote Inner Igen Desert This smaller cave is composed of solid sandstone, the wind and occasional violent flash flood having worn it firmly within a low bluff. The main cavern of this sheltered expanse is set some 20 feet deep within the ocher stone, and its smooth, rounded ceiling rises about 15 feet above the smooth floor...the whole place lightly scented with hints of moisture mixed with the heat of the burning desert outside. At its rear, the main cavern quickly narrows into a five foot deep fissure barely passable by an average human being's frame, then opening again onto a much smaller chamber approximately 6 feet tall and around 8 feet in circumference that sports an unlikely pool of cooler, clear water at its center, and a rounded shelf of sandstone that juts out around 3 foot circumference pool just above its surface.


The only way Alida will take Edyis to their next session of self-defense lessons is if the 'scribe' wears a blindfold. And so - *if* Ed submits to temporarily blinding herself after she's aboard Ilicaeth - along with one of the mats the bluerider is borrowing - they're soon enough above 'Reaches, then blinking Between into a dry heat that could suck the life from a body. The sun, however, has already set here a few hours ago, and so the chill of an arid region's evening is already starting to encroach as the blue wings lower, lower, finally backwinging the two women to a 'crunchy' landing as his feet hit the sands beneath.


It could be that Edyis actually trusts Alida not to drop her off in the middle of the ocean somewhere to drown. Of course how well placed that trust might be, is another question in its entirety. Hands instinctively pressed to the warm hide of the blue as though muscle movement might give her some small indication of where they are going, or for lack of a better place to keep them, it's the temperature change that catches her first, and the first small wash of doubt colors her expression. More so as the ground beneath them crunches as the blue lands, she's paying careful attention to the sensations, but her voice may be shaky when she asks, "Is it ok to remove the blindfold now? Or are you going to push me off the plank." The Tillekian expression creeping into the younger woman's speech.

Given that Alida's already blindfolded another 'human' and then left them to live or die out in this very desert, Edyis has sound reason to feel at least some stirrings of wariness. Of course, nobody but the bluerider and her lifemate know about that, so its all copasetic. As the blonde removes her helmet, gloves, jacket - stores them inside one of the largest packs affixed to Ilicaeth's harness - her terse first response to Ed is a low "No," followed by more sounds of her rustling around, the creak of leather. In a few more moments, a heavy 'slap-thud' sounds below them, the guard then murmuring quietly, "Stay here, blindfold on, until I say so. Not a move." She sounds serious. Another small set of moments soon sees (or would that be 'hears' for the sightless Edyis?) the woman skittering down from her lifemate to the ground in a soft crunch of sand, followed by a dragging sound that lessens, nearly fades away. Is she dragging a body? Give her about two minutes, and her soft footfalls return, the bluie's breathing coming near again as she somehow quickly ascends Ilicaeth, and starts undoing Ed's riding straps. "Stay still, 'r risk fallin' off..." is grunted out before the scribe's face.


The poor blue's neck is gripped for balance much the same way one would grip a runner while riding bareback. There comes a moment in every girl's life where she starts to question life choices, at least her hands aren't tied, so the danger can't be that great right? Still every twitch every breath earns a twitch from the young scribe, cataloging each even as eyes are open behind the fabric. It's useless of course; it's been folded over several times likely to prevent something as simple as seeing through the woven threads like a screen. Edyis does as she's told. A habit that today probably serves her extraordinarily well. "It wouldn't do any good to ask you where we are, would it?"

Given Ilicaeth's massive bulk, muscles the ones in his neck barely even register the deep grip of 'alarmed' Edyis' legs, hands...though he perhaps offers a low rumble of some emotion in regards to the scribe's show of her *own*. Even what was once familiar (ie: Ilicaeth's motions, his sounds) might unwittingly become anxiety-provoking in an unknown situation like this. The trainee's blindfold is indeed tripled in thickness to prevent seeing through the scarf, but at least the material is smooth and soft to prevent irritation. As Alida moves around some more, she comments from various places in front of, and to the side of Ed, "Nope. Let yer senses take in everything possible. Ya always wanna stay alert in a potentially bad situation - " and here the bluie chortles low, not a pleasant sound at *all* " - but never miss a chance ta notice yer surroundings. Could save yer life." Pause. "Now, do *exactly* as I say, an' ya' won't get hurt." Unspoken: do otherwise, and you can only imagine the pain. And in patient, slow fashion, the blonde soon verbally and physically coaxed, directs Edyis onto a firm, yet warm and slightly yielding surface...onto her knees, with palms flat before her. "Keep yer knees, hands spread some fer balance. He'll move very slowly, butcha' gotta' compensate with 'im along the way." Him? And very slowly, the 'ground' under the not-Harper begins to move...move down.


Unsettling that rumble may be indeed, since the scribe can feel an edge of panic start to creep across her brain. Forcibly, and very slowly, she takes deep breaths inhaling, holding, and releasing in silent counts of seven. Edyis allows Alida to guide her into the different position fingertips testing the texture of the surface, and its familiarity. She wobbles initially, but then recovers heart beat steadier, as she compensates her balance. It's a very surreal experience.

Surreal, indeed. Given Edyis is listening to the directions of her 'sensei,' and moving to compensate for Ilicaeth's own motions, the blue's paw and the scribe upon it both make it to the ground safely...the soft settling and lack of motion perhaps signaling this to Ed. Soon enough, Alida's voice is again before her, murmuring, "Tell me exactly how ya felt this whole time...wha'cha' smelled, heard, touched." She's directing Edyis to stand up, but still, that blindfold doesn't come off.


"Scared." She admits, "Heat at first, but it's getting cooler. The ground must be shifting or loose, I can hear - it's soft somewhere between a crunch and a hiss, but faint. I'm fairly sure unless one of your 'lizards got really huge that I'm still on Illicaeth, I smell his oil, and the texture of his hide I think. Feels warm, no humidity though so we aren't in the south." She wobbles a little now, "Terrain shifts. Gravel maybe? Or sand." It's amazing how much she's relied upon her vision before now the scribe realizes.


There's silent nods from the blonde, though she murmurs a soft, "Yes..." after each few of Edyis' words. "What did yer mouth taste like at the peak moment uv yer fear? What do ya' taste right now?" The air around Ed grows quickly more moist as she's directed to step down off Ilicaeth's paw, a huge, if soft rushing sound heard, like the swell and ebb of a sea...her hair shifting some upon her head.

Edyis thinks about the question for a moment, "Metallic I think?" Of fear. "Now it's dry, like there's dust everywhere." Is she sinking? She steps down and feels the ground give just a little underneath her sending her wobbly. "Ilicaeth just took off didn't he?" She asks, head tilted at the sound.

"That's fear, yeah. Comes with the spurt uv' adrenaline yer body gives off..." Alida murmurs, moving to Ed's back in barely-audible steps...then just standing there. It's an unpleasant place to have someone like her at, perhaps even in decent times. "Fight 'r flight response." As she undoes the small knot at the back of Ed's grape, lets the blindfold fall away, what faces the scribe is a vast 'wall' of living, greyish-blue hide not five feet from her face, Ilicaeth's nostrils puffing out easy breaths upon the women, the scent of such rather neutral, for some reason, a couple of his off-white, knife-life teeth glimpsable in his maw. "No..." the rider notes with a hint of dark humor. Unless Ed freaks out totally, the guard notes, "Scent c'n lead ya astray, as well as cue ya in. Listen ta *all* uv yer senses...create a picture in yer mind from everything they bring ya."

The younger woman's pulse spikes, as the blindfold comes away. You'd think she'd be used to a great big dragon maw far too close for comfort, or that Ilicaeth's smaller size would make the sudden appearance of teeth more pleasant. Even in a blue that gesture still unnerves her just the same. More deep, steady breaths make the squeak in her voice perhaps less noticeable when she speaks. "Oh." The small sound seems even smaller in the presence of the blue.

This part of today's lesson over, Alida merely smiles - albeit a bit sharkily - at Edyis' reaction to Ilicaeth 'up close and personal,' and notes to the scribe, "You felt fear again, right now?" Pause. "That's part uv' what people like me 'n G'laer learn ta channel inta other actions." Rather forwardly, the blonde reaches out for one of Ed's hands, seeks to take it by the wrist - firm but non-painfully - then tries to settle it upon one of those still slightly-bared teeth of Ilicaeth's. If she truly wants, needs to, Edyis can jerk her mitt away. "As we face our fears over 'n over - even in small ways - we learn how ta' take control *of* fear, put it ta use. Fear is a good servant, a terrible Lord." Pause. "'r Lady." Smirk.


Today is full of surreal experiences; fingertips brush the surface of the blue's tooth, smooth and damp. Edyis doesn't resist, though that focused breathing is still just as focused. Eventually the hand travels of its own accord, tracing the shape and textures committing them to memory. Probably only after she realizes that he's got to keep his mouth somewhat open in a desert for her to do this does she step back, out of courtesy rather than fear precisely. "I'd thought I had gotten a little better at hiding it." She admits quietly, brown eyes shifting back to rest on Alida.

When Edyis doesn't jerk away, Alida slowly lets the younger woman's wrist go, the blonde nodding a couple of times - even smiling a hint - as the scribe's hand trails over the blue's somewhat over-sized tooth a little. As Ed completes her exploration of dragon anatomy 101, Ilicaeth allows his lip to lower, covering his maw completely again...a quick croon of support offered for such courage from the scribe, even as Alida pats his muzzle, the dragon then lifting his head skyward again. "Hiding is the first way uv' dealin' with fear, beyond attack 'r fleeing," the blonde murmurs thoughtfully, then indicating that Edyis join her as she strides beyond her lifemate. While Ilicaeth vaults into the air, glides off beyond them a little way to land again, the land-bound humans are forced to wait a minute more before they both closely approach a small bluff, likely made many millions of years ago by what could have been some kind of sea. Nothing but rocks and sand now occupy Igen's heart now, though, and it's soon beside the cave opening of said bluff that Alida leads the women, a few active glows pulled out of one of her pockets while the other hand finds a knife at her side, draws it without looking. Beside them, Ilicaeth again lowers his head, rumbles almost ominously into the cave itself, then withdrawing his muzzle. After a few seconds, out come a few avians, and even one wild firelizard, the dark making its color impossible to identify, even as its shriek still echoes on the quiet air behind it. "Well then..." 'lida intones with a smirk, motioning Ed behind her as she enters warily. Most lifeforms are terrified of dragons, but one never can be totally certain.

The scribe can't help but chuckle at the blue's method for removing unwanted critters, falling in step with the former guard. Better avians and firelizards than tunnelsnakes and wild wherry. At least that is the Nabolese girl's assumption. Slow steps, behind the blonde now, Edyis tries to make the most of her first lesson of the day, by paying attention to her senses.

Not too far within the entranceway, there's the mat Alida formerly dropped and dragged over here, Ed instructed to "Take th' other end," by its rope handles, as the blonde moves glows from hand to a small-meshed pouch at the front of her belt which lets at least part of the light shine through. After she takes up the other rope attached to the mat, re-readies her knife-hand, it takes some careful, foreward motion to bring the two women into the heart of the main cave, the smaller thing still echoey enough, it's circumference not brought into light even by the brightness of those glows. There's some bird crap on the ground about them, but overall, the cave appears to be fairly decent. "Drop it here..." the bluie intones quietly, her low voice bouncing around some as she flops her own end of the mat to the sandstone floor. Next, a few of the glows are handed to Ed, 'lida motioning her to stay put, even as the rider moves off to examine the rest of the little complex, and assure herself of its security.

Awkwardly the mat is heaved, Edyis leveraging her modest height as best she can against the thing. Happy when Alida takes the other rope handle, and even happier when the thing can be dropped. Edyis doesn't budge, except to slip off her boots, plopping on the matt to do so and studying the walls and surroundings as best she can in the dim light. She starts to stretching, plopped in the middle of the mat to do so. Only when she's fairly sure that Alida doesn't need quiet to ferret out any lurking dangers does she break the silence. "Igen area, right?" Not that the scribe has ever been to any part of Igen before. She can only guess.

While Edyis studies and stretches, Alida investigates outside of the radius of the few glows the scribe bears, the blonde disappearing into the darkness at the edges of the cave, her body hiding the small light of the glows she bears. Not long after Ed inquires about the area, the bluerider's returning into the other woman's radius of light, murmuring, "The senses *can* be fooled..." Grin. "Why not Ista, 'r southern-most Keroon? Why not little explored parts uv the South?"


"Ista's an island, I didn't smell anything that could have remotely resembled the ocean, nor hear any waves and there's more wind. We could be someplace south, though not anywhere I've ever seen during my tenure there, you had more humidity in the air most of the time." She explains, "This is a dry heat wherever we are. It'd be past the southern mountain ranges then I'd think." She estimates, "Then again for all I know we could be in the crater of some forgotten volcano."


The blonde nods as she approaches the mat, taking off her boots and short socks, then undoing her riding belt and setting it at the side of the mat before she steps onto it. While doing such, Alida notes in her usual clipped, fast alto, "Good. We're in the Igen area," while her brow lofts just slightly at Ed's suggestion of volcanic destinations. A sage nod turns into a slightly dark half-smirk. "Uv' course, I could be lying." No matter. "Whenever yer sparrin' with someone, remember ta have everyone remove potentially dangerous objects from their hands, necks. Rings 'n necklaceces, earrings hurt like hell when they hit home, get torn from ya."


"Lucky then that I don't own any jewelry." She quips, touching her toes, "I am not as observant as you are though, I'm not sure I've ever noticed you wearing anything of that kind." Dark eyes watch the pale blonde thoughtfully in the glowlight, "I'm starting to think you get a perverse sense of pleasure out of frightening me Alida." The tone playful, as she stretches over the opposite leg now, "You didn't mention that asking G'laer to help me keep up your lessons would likely involve a trauma healer either." More evidence of Alida's sense of amusement no doubt, though from the smirk the scribe doesn't seem too bothered by it at the moment.

"Owning an' wearing 'r two different things..." the bluie notes in humored tone back to Edyis. "I rarely wear any just in case it might get tangled, 'r catch in anything while I work. I've seen a few sailors missin' fingers, 'r a chunk uv' scalp an' such when the tools uv' their trade ripped body parts from 'em." Is she kidding, just trying to scare the scribe, again? "Could be..." the blonde brow-waggles to her student, then falling more silent and serious as she listens to Ed's words of G'laer. Finally, "I *did* tell ya uv' keepin' a Healer handy fer pains 'n 'just in case.' He just stated it more...forcefully." Shrug. "Sometimes, no matter how hard we try ta make things go right, they turn out wrong." Murphy's Law. "Did 'e suggest Oli?" And, perhaps just for kicks, the woman closes very quickly with Edyis while she speaks, and seeks to try to bear the scribe to the mat with a series of moves the rider's already taught Ed how to counter, and step out of. Of course, she's never come at Edyis before with such speed and with out-and-out, full intent to lay her low.

"He did, said he didn't want anyone questioning his methods." Whoosh! Alida's attack comes and the tanned scribe squeaks in surprise, just barely countering the rapidly encroaching bluerider by the skin of her teeth before stepping loose and turning the same attack pattern back on Alida, in a far more raw manner. It's certainly not as fast or as ferocious as the bluerider's own attack. "Could have - let me finish stretching at least!" She pants.

"Questions bring more questions, an' we all want this kept quiet...right?" Alida notes briskly to Edyis. "Unless you 'n R'hin 've changed yer minds?" Peer. The blonde's eyes narrow a fraction at Ed's counter, her own launched attacks, the bluie swiftly and efficiently countering each one until a point comes when the guard 'merely' fakes a right handed jab at the scribe's face, but instead uses her left hand in a different fashion. This consists of her three middle fingers of left hand being suddenly darted out, jabbed at the very middle of Ed's torso, exactly where the diaphragm lies. With a very good chance of scoring her intended hit - given her feint and the speed of the counter-delivery - Edyis will likely feel a sudden gagging from the impact, and a lack of breath that lasts for a few seconds. If all goes well, while the younger woman's recovering, Alida murmurs tightly from a guarded stance, "Is yer enemy gonna' wait until ya' finish stretching?" Frown.

Faked out, and gagging, she gasps for breath taking those few seconds, to give the older woman a very dirty look while doubled over. "No" she gasps, finally recovering enough to stand up and take the stance her sensei taught her. It's still unpolished but the hours of practice may still show through. "They will fight dirty to I'd wager." She's entirely focused on Alida now, waiting for any hint of another attack.


Alida gently waves off her student *after* Edyis adopts the correct stance. "Rest fer a moment." Recover. It *is* just a spar, after all. Right? "They'll likely fight any way they have ta' ta either win 'r escape. The 'noble' fight's mostly a myth, 'r something kept fer overseen, formal spars between students 'r equals. Or in duals that can't end up in blood 'r death." Shrug. Ed's dirty look inspires nothing from the bluerider, not even a flare in green eyes. She simply waits there, legs and arms gently flexed, side presented to the scribe, neutrally murmuring after Ed's recovered, "Tell me what I just did ta get through yer defenses, and how ya' felt after I jabbed yer diaphragm."


The stance stays, but she does let herself relax, "Drew my attention with the jab, So I wouldn't pay as much attention to the holes in my defense elsewhere." Watching the green eyed woman intently, before dark eyes flutter closed, assessing. "If the fight's formal I've done something wrong." She determines with a twisted smirk. "I thought I was going to vomit for a moment, knocked my breath out. If you'd been aiming to do serious injury I'd be a goner, since it took me several moments to recover. It hurt." Edyis adds the last unnecessarily.

There's a short bit of a nod for what Ed has to say at first, though Alida suddenly claps her hands together harshly to make the sound echo brightly around the cave when the scribe closes her eyes. Shortly, but not with anger, "*Never* take yer eyes off an opponent if y' c'n help it." Head-shake. "What I did with the diaphragm jab went a step beyond the formal. I've only got so much time before ya go off on yer own again, an' likely land up in some kinda' unpleasant trouble." Indeed. "So, *you* get the condensed version." Have others received the slower, less immediately painful version? The rider's pale head bobs a few times at Edyis' next comments. "That move's one designed ta hamper, stun an opponent. If I really meant ta take ya out fully, I'd use a slightly different technique, and much more force." Pause. "Always consider the build uv yer attacker when ya bring different moves to the table. If yer opponent's got a lotta muscle mass all over, a move like that ain't necessarily gonna work as well, if they've tightened themselves up." And here, Alida takes a certain risk, given the scribe's newness to this whole self-defense thing. "If yer feelin' better, I want ya ta' do somethin' exactly as I say." The guard looks calm, and quite serious as she speaks. If given the okay, she reaches out for Ed's hand, takes it by the palm, and draws it forward to her, arranging it so the younger woman's palm settles lightly against 'lida's solar plexus. "Press firmly enough ta' feel with yer fingers...tell me wha'cha find." Beat. "No, I'm not tryin' ta seduce you." Though her face remains stoic, there a faint hint of dark humor in the bluie's eyes. "While yer feelin' me, use yer other hand ta search the same area on yerself. Stay relaxed while y' do it...then tell me the difference between us." If she does so, Ed will likely be able to feel an inner 'hardness' within the guard's 'plexus, one greater than the scribe's own relaxed torso.

Nodding to each point, committing them to memory. "I don't intentionally get myself into those kinds of situations." She points out with a pout. But then the rider is still talking and suddenly Edyis has her hand moved to Alida's solar plexus. "Good; I'm pretty sure we've discussed that we aren't each other's types." Unable to resist the quip, but her free hand is moving to her own body, "You are definitely less squishy."


"That's the best way ta go about it..." Alida assures Edyis, then quieting so the scribe can feel the differences in their musculature. Once the scribe's finished, the bluie continues quietly, "Males tend ta have more overall body musculature on the top, women on the bottom half, so if yer' uncertain, don't try a particular move like this unless ya need to." Nod. "Okay; now take yer hand away slightly from me..." and here the blonde waits for a moment "...now put it back, and prod again. Compare it to yerself again, as well." *This* time, the green eyed woman has tensed up inside, and what was once merely 'firm' muscle becomes much harder, denser, Edyis' press barely even budging it. Once she's done noting the differences, Alida signals her to drop her hands while the guard steps back a pace, responds "Are ya' seein' that a part uv self-defense is learnin' how ta discern people's intentions by assessment? After a certain amount uv time 'in the field,' one learns ta even be able ta judge just what kind uv' attack might be comin' by how an opponent holds themself, how they move."


"Remind me again not to make you angry." Edyis notes as she measures the differences again, intently. She nods, but the expression is rather worrisome. "Alida, how long did it take you to be able to defend yourself, properly." The soft soprano wavers just a moment, "That bar brawl was the first honest fight I've seen of that kind." She's overwhelmed at the prospect of all the calculations.


"Hopefully you do a good enough job uv that yerself..." Alida notes dryly, then peering thoughtfully at Edyis when the scribe inquires that. After some moments, "It depends on wha'cha mean by 'properly.' If ya mean ta basic, Guard-acceptable standards, then that'd mean it took me five Turns. If ya mean the way I am now..." Headshake. "Eight Turns, with lots uv practice." And enough unspoken of, real life 'scenarios.' "But if yer talkin' about a non-guard's competency... well, it depends on the person, the effort, the teachers. But maybe... mm... a Turn 'r two."


The younger woman is quiet as she considers the time ahead of her, and the possible prospect of the turns ahead, pensively falling back into the stance. More intense she focuses back on the green eyed woman. "So I'd best be paying close attention then." She tilts her head left first then right. "Build dictates tactics, moves for someone of my stature won't work against a musclebound sailor in a brawl. Always observe the intent."

"Attention's best paid nearly *any* time..." Alida notes candidly, the blonde then suddenly shaking her head. "No-no; not just build. Build *can* be important, but it's only one out uv' many things ya learn how ta judge in an opponent... just like ya learn not ta judge most people by only one facet uv their personality." Perhaps like a few people have finally figured out how not to estimate the often caustic, irate bluerider on her most obvious personality traits? "It takes *time*, Edyis. That, an' experience. Don't force it; it'll come." Head bob. "Every person, each circumstance combines ta' make every single incident different. My favorite Sergeant's motto was, "Improvise, Adapt, Overcome." The woman pauses for a moment to give an actual, if small smile at the memory, a rarer expression for her. "Words ta live by, even if not a guard."


The small scribe does catch the smile, small though it is, it is infectious for it coaxes one from Edyis herself. "Very good words." There's a deep exhale, "Don't force it. I assume that applies to just about everything except fear." Still there's stillness about the woman now, dark eyes intent. "Observe everything, improvise, adapt, overcome and don't force it." The last will probably take some effort on Edyis part.


More thoughtful nods follow for Edyis, though Alida notes, "There's always things ta' watch out for, uv course..." on the heels of what the scribe intones to herself. "Unfortunately." Lip-twist, shrug. "Gotta' watch out fer... excessive things. Like paranoia." Funny, she's been called that, enough times. "Or *over*-analyzing. 'r usin' too *much* force." Sigh. "It's a balancing act that takes time ta learn how ta walk decently." Who would've thought that a guard had to learn so *much* to do what seems like such a simple job? Finally, "You recovered enough ta get yer full wind back?" Peer. "You'll likely have a small bruise on yer midsection later...possibly slight soreness fer a day." As Ed should already well know, if she feels worse or feels sore for too long, it's Healer-time.

She gives a solid nod for having her wind back, "The more I learn, the more I discover that it all overlaps. No job is ever as simple as it seems anyway. " Edyis rubs at her midsection a moment with a firm nod. "Ready for more beat down time, yes Ma'am." she offers with a playful salute, falling back into the ready, Alida might even notice it becomes more and more natural for the scribe each time. "There is something that has been nagging at the back of my mind though. I'm curious. What made you say yes to R'hin's request?"


"Yeah... same here," Alida murmurs, thinking privately of what she sees as much more 'taxing' jobs, like dealing with littles. "Hopefully it'll be more learnin' how ta avoid beat-downs than handin' 'em out," is advised with only partial tongue-in-cheek-ness, the bluerider quirking her head at the mock-salute, thinking something, then internally shrugging it off. Nothing like having a burly blue lifemate/comrade-in-arms in one's head. As the woman considers the next course of action, Edyis' inquiry meets with a faint hint of surprise, quickly subsumed by an almost weary look in the rider's eyes, though she firms up quickly enough. "Most people say they want the truth...but they really don't." A puff of a short sigh presages the blonde's level-eyed, low voiced, "D'you want the truth?"


Edyis expression twists, something unidentifiable in her eyes. "The truth is a funny thing, but I'm sure I've heard far worse truths, and told far better lies. So let's have the truth if you are up to it." The calm demeanor washing over every aspect of her person now, the same way someone might tighten their muscles before a blow lands.

She's seen the expression, stance before - on herself, as well as others - and Alida finds herself almost-smiling at Edyis' intimation that the guard herself might not be up to it. When she was in her teens, the bluie would likely have figuratively chest-bumped Ed for that subtle 'offer' to square off with her, but now... All the bluerider does is quietly nod, and offer in a neutral voice, "R'hin's a person with in-routes ta' enough places, people. He now owes me a sizeable favor." For helping Edyis. Unvarnished truth. However, and perhaps more oddly, "I also happen ta' believe... less 'sturdy' people - especially women - should be able ta defend themselves *and* carry a short fight, if they need to." Shrug. "I've seen some really ugly things in my life, already... and I don't really care ta see 'em happenin' ta basically decent, peaceable folk."

Edyis nods, thoughtfully, her brow furrowing. "The information you have me looking for in the south? The stuff you were checking up on?" There's a beat, before she lifts a hand to the back of the neck. "Not a bad man to have a favor from." Whatever she had been about to say after gets cut short, with a shake of her head. She offers a toothy grin to the guard. "I think that's probably the first time someone who has a pretty good inkling of what I really do has ever called me decent."


"None uv' yer business..." Alida notes dryly, without rancor, the guard quietly, intently observing Edyis' actions as the 'scribe' speaks of her 'primary mentor.' "Personally, I figure he's offerin' ya something uv' worth ta you in exchange fer yer eyes and ears in certain places." Shrug. That's the most obvious reason, anyway, for someone like the not-Harper to be involved with the canny bronzerider. As for Ed's true work, there's a slender knife's-edge smile from the blonde, who comments, "Decent takes on different meanings fer *me*. So far, y've not beaten 'r killed 'r emotionally thrashed anyone... that I know uv'." Smirk. "Y' don't *seem* ta be a backstabber, 'r have a shitty personality. So, until 'n if ya show otherwise, I'll hold ta my basic take on ya."

Edyis laughs, "That could be true I suppose in a way, but you still don't quite have it pegged yet. Keep trying though. Let me know when you figure it out." She states of her relationship to R'hin, and the smile only grows wider. "I take that as the highest of praise then, and hope never to prove myself otherwise in your esteem."

"The most obvious...not the most accurate," Alida continues to dryly assert to Ed, the woman waving her hand on the air in a dismissive gesture. This is a 'No mind games' zone. As for 'praise,' "Take it any way ya wan' it." Shrug. "Time c'n change people." Time, with its many complex circumstances. "Alright; back to it." And from this point onward, tonight, there's nothing but akido, a little judo, some boxing and fist-fighting moves, and even a bit of 'dirty' in-fighting to see the two women into the deeper part of the night. Three hours of moderate 'work-out' with a few breaks interspersed likely takes its toll on not only student, but sensei, as well...but in the end, the knowledge gained is ultimately worth the pain.



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