Logs:Matched
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2013 |
| Who: Brieli, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Brieli discuss candidates, a little bit of business... and a whole lot of revenge while egg watching. |
| Where: Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Liv/Mentions |
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| As the time comes closer to the hatching - or as the dragonhealers say the time is coming closer - there's ebbs and flows of traffic in the galleries; candidates hopeful for a touching, groups coming in to stare at the eggs and queens in hopes of better wagers laid, the goldriders themselves, in and out over time. Brieli's not here as often as some weyrwomen might have to be for their queens, but the longer the time on the sands stretches on, the more often she's found sitting in by the railing evenings, presumably keeping Iesaryth company. If the sunburst gold is irritated by anything, it's certainly not seen in her calm demeanor as she watches the galleries. More interesting than eggs. The galleries certainly hasn't seen any of the convict riders about, chief among them, Jo. Perhaps it's an oddity that she's arriving here, eyes falling on what she could see of the clutch on the sands as she slowly makes her way towards Brieli. Perhaps she's not here by happenstance since she settles with legs stretched out close by the Weyrwoman, flask in hand and dressed in her familiar leathers. What she says in her quiet greeting probably puts her into one of those named categories easily: "I'm wagerin' the ice guard on brown, though, I told her to her face she's more suited on green. Her expression was priceless enough." Boots heard shifting as she makes herself more comfortable in her position, her gaze going from the clutch to Brieli's form in front of her as she adds, "Close to time, eh?" Her own long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, though not kicked up on the railing just yet, Brieli probably noticed Jo - a bare flicker of her dark gaze gives it away - but she doesn't really turn or move until the bluerider's settled by her. She too wears her leather riding jacket, wine-dark, but simpler trousers, though no less fitted. No flask though, not yet. After a faint smirk, "Ice. Ice cracks." But she'll consider the thought, amused by the idea of Alida's expression. "Either way, I think she's like for Hraedhyth's and Szadath's, yes? Seems fitting." She's quiet for a moment before glancing over, pursing her lips. "Not close enough. Though... interesting candidates, these days. From the mines." From Crom, but by the way she says it, they might as well be from the mines. "I've seen it," Jo simply says on that particular ice, casual in her tone as she takes a leisurely drink. "Fitting, yes," she murmurs her agreement with gaze back on the sands. "I don' put much stock in guards, but I think that one might be useful. Whether she Impresses or not. I've been keepin' an eye on her, when I can." When Brieli glances over, dark eyes shift from the sands to meet her as those next words has her in pause. The flask that was lifting again, momentarily goes back down to her lap - as if something said deserves her consideration. There's a small furrow of her brows as she answers breezily, "Interestin'. I know the ones ya mean. Look a little rough behind the ears?" And there's one her lazy smiles before she snorts softly and adds, "I see myself in some of them, in how I was back then. Especially the one called Sybile, though, she seems more cunnin'. I have a few wagers on a couple of them. Her. That big one with the weird nose. Do ya bet on these things?" "Useful, yes. If she can control herself. We'll see how that goes. I have her currently shovelling that... extra energy out. Should she impress, I'm sure she'll be doing much of the same. There is something to be said for being too tired to cause too much trouble." There's an arch of fine brows for the bluerider keeping an eye on said candidate, and Brieli's curious, but; "I suppose there's no telling who we might see ourselves in. Guard or not. Her loyalties are... interesting, but..." A quirk of a grin for Jo, dark eyes bright. Who's aren't? Between the two of them, anyway. Watching her closely, "Mm. A little. And no, they don't tend to let me, despite the fact that I'm no more aware than the rest of you. Iesaryth is curious, though. She thinks she knows what they are, but I'm quite lost on her logic." There's laughter on Brieli's first, and Jo seems to find the punishment fitting enough since she says, "If I could learn that lesson through weyrlinghood, so can she. If she doesn' learn it early enough now." A drink later and she's looking Brieli's way, that quirk of a grin getting one of her crooked ones on loyalties before there's a barest incline of her head. "Perhaps in time, her loyalties will change," she says to that, that smile briefly hitching up at her. "She's a guard, but she seems....dissatisfied," she tastes the word as if to make sure it's the right one she wants to use. "I gleaned that much from her, at least." Which, speaking of. "Keepin' an eye on the other one, too," she adds, touching on that little job. "The one with the sexy eyes. She seems friendly enough, but, it's too early to tell what's beneath her surface." With this convict rider, that statement's bound to be laced with intended innuendo. Only then does she move onto the last, something said has her curious. "What's Iesaryth's logic?" she asks, looking sidelong at her before she wordless tilts the flask the Weyrwoman's way in askance. With a grimace, "It's never easy to do what someone else tells you. You'd think she'd be used to that by now, but..." There's a little shrug, and Brieli gives Jo a sideways glance before reaching into her inner jacket pocket, finding her own flask. She wiggles it the bluerider's way - got her own for now, though her brows arch like, swap? - and notes, "There's a reason you do it. There's a reason you do everything, yes? Another lesson to learn. And..." Smirking now, "She seems dissatisfied with most things. And thank you for that. She's a little... all over the place, that one. The transfer." So the Weyrwoman's not shocked the other woman hasn't cracked that nut, but nor is she concerned. As for Iesaryth, with a roll of her eyes, "I can't even explain it. It's some sort of... it's not quite an equation, but it's very nearly one. It's a rather complex theory. She's explained it repeatedly. I'm not as smart as my dragon, Jo. I accepted that long ago." "Ya think," Jo seems to readily agree on one being used to authority. "If she had trained in Keogh under my father, she'd be as stiff up the ass and salutin' all like he does." Dark gaze lights on the flask Brieli flashes, that amused smile that comes seeming to say, 'of course'. Still, she does regard that flask and holds her own out as she says, "It has a bite. I imagine ya don' mind that in yer liquor." To reasons, she nods to that, seeming to agree, and the further answer on dissatisfaction has her saying wryly, "I was that way, once. After I got out. Like all of Pern should owe us somethin'." She'll even briefly raise her flask to that. "But enough of business. I actually wanted to relax, tonight. Do a little drinkin'," and that flask is raised again, "and have a little girl talk. Not that it needs to be 'girl talk', see." Pause. The last gets quiet laughter as she studies the clutch and shakes her head. "Sounds like Tac when he's certain he's found a fool proof way to catch any green he fancies," she remarks to that. "An equation. It's a good thing dragons can' wager, or I'd be lookin' much poorer by the time the last hatchlin's found its mate." "Perhaps Pars trains it's guards... differently." Not in a way Brieli approves of, if you're going to go about training guards. Holding out her own flask, she nods easily as she takes Jo's. "I appreciate the warning, but I don't mind. Dark rum." In hers, presumably. Looking over the flask for a moment before taking a sip, she asks after, voice lower for the liquor, "And now, do you think that Pern owes you anything?" She's not judgmental there, just curious, dark gaze resting on the bluerider for a moment - though she too laughs for 'girl talk'. "I'll try to avoid business," she promises. "And they often think they're right, yes? She is more often than not. It's terrifying, frankly." Taking up Brieli's flask in a trade, "I appreciate a good dark rum," Jo comments on that taking a drink and confirming that with an appreciative nod. Then there's the question and her lips press together pensively in that short moment before she says, soberly, "Pern? No," and she slides a look Brieli's way. "I've narrowed it down to who does since then. I'm much more focused on who I know owes me since Tacuseth came into my life. I intend to see that debt paid, too. One way or another." A long finger idly taps the flask she holds for a few moments that pass, then she permits an easy crooked grin to return, especially for the last. "They often want to know all of our long-buried secrets, too," she remarks somewhat dryly, looking back towards the sands. "They're often right, and they're clever. I can' count the number of times Tacuseth gets through a block I throw up on somethin'. He thinks it's for my own good that he knows. Even some shit I'd forgotten about, before I went in." With a slight smile, "I hope it's good, then." Though Brieli's got the money for a good rum, and she seems quick enough to spend it. As Jo answers, she watches the bluerider, drinking, considering; both the other woman's words and her own. "Debts do need to be paid," she agrees. "I'd never stand in the way of that, if it came to it. Nor would I deny someone aid in that endeavor. I know about being owed." A pause, as she allows her own smile, though faint, for that crooked grin of hers. "Though I think my books are nearly balanced." Arching fine brows, she looks between Iesaryth and Jo, a bit surprised. "She's always known everything. I've only ever been able to hide a few things from her, but..." She slows, is suddenly very careful. "She's never made me remember anything I can't. Is... is that what you mean?" Jo is certainly indulging herself a bit on Brieli's flask, though the topic of debts paid is a serious one where it permits most of her attention. Dark eyes study her from where she's almost sprawled, arm out resting as she states, "Ya do, do ya." Not really a question. "Then is it Pern that owes ya somethin', or is it a narrowed-down list like mine?" There's an even long pause as she continues to consider the Weyrwoman by her before she idly adds, "Throwin' them in the mines like I was would be too much mercy. I want more than that, but, I also know I must be careful. I'm not clever," she openly admits. "I don' pretend to be, either." There's a curious light in her eyes on account of Brieli's books being nearly balanced as she prompts, "Yers has been a long time comin', haven' they? Even longer than mine, I'd wager." On their dragons, it's to the last that the convict rider shrugs somewhat and regards the other with an arched brow. "Can', or don' want to remember," she seems to clarify easily. "Some things, I've tried to keep hidden from him. Moreso when he was younger, but now....now, the questions are fewer. I've done things. Some of those things I'm not proud of," and her jaw tightens briefly. "He would ask why. A lot." Not so much anymore, apparently. As usual, Brieli has to consider. She's not so much sprawled as slouched down in her jacket, looking closer to nineteen than twenty. She leans a bit closer to Jo, if only to lower her voice enough to keep it between them, sipping from the borrowed flask. "I think I'm down to one," she admits. "But you never know when enemies, once vanquished, return. I'll never stop watching my back. And the mines..." She darkens. "You've seen what it does to people, after five, ten turns. But it's still too good for some. And some people... I think some people, you want them to live on. And suffer." Her gaze is hard, looking out over the sands for a time. "I can help," as an aside. "If you need it." She understands, obviously. And slowly, "It's difficult to be patient for turns." Not quite an answer. Though, sympathetically, "I can see that being... difficult. Iesaryth, thankfully, better understands the means to an end. She doesn't always like it, but." Jo watches the Weyrwoman, seeming older than her turns, and her answer is taken evenly. She's silent through it, mulling over what's said, what isn't said. Then, with her voice lowered as well as she lingers that flask to her lips, she murmurs, "If ya need someone watchin' yer back, too..." she lets that trail, those words perhaps conveying enough from the convict rider. Then, the silence lengthens from that before she states, a chill entering her voice, "I want them to suffer. I want them to feel it." Her gaze turning dark, "And I want them to know who it was that brought it on them." Pause. "I just might," she says now, speculatively, on the aid. "I see how ya handled all this. Ya rose yerself up. Ya weren' challenged, and ya took a risk that worked. Ya and Iesaryth are a match." Which seems to segue well into the last, for she tacks on with a crooked smirk to touch her lips, "Tacuseth and I are a match. He understands the means to an end. He understands the things I have to do. I find it odd, Impressions," she muses, gaze falling on the sands now. "They see somethin' in us, out there. Why he chose me, a peddlin' thief from a disappointed family. Why she chose you." Over a sip, looking meeting the bluerider's dark gaze with her own, "I do need that. And I will, hatching night. Because of precisely that - I want them to know. What point is there to sacrificing everything if they never know?" There's a note of something - honest in Brieli's tone, as if she'd really like to know what the point is, why she's given up whatever's gone now. Her eyes are briefly, suspiciously bright, but she looks away and it passes. Her smooth tones rough, "You do what you have to do, Jo. You know that." Not everyone does, obviously. "And Iesaryth... she's everything I've lost. I don't know if they choose us to fill in our holes or their potential." Uncomfortable, perhaps for the lack of prevarication, the goldrider offers back the flask. "If you need something, you tell us. I should get some rest, I think." A pause. "I... appreciate your situation. And the conversation." There's an incline of her head, the dark glint in Jo's eyes present on the sentiment and the topic at hand. "Always make sure they know, in the end," she agrees with that firmly, nodding once. "That all ya done...all ya will continue to do from that point forward...was because of them. Don' let what ya sacrificed be for nothin', darlin'." She seems to know about that, the look in her eyes saying so. There's a grunt to her doing what she must, no opposition coming to that since it's the truth, and the comment on a dragon's choice does lend pause from the bluerider. Perhaps such words don't need comment, and so all she could do is stare from the clutch to the Weyrwoman, letting that silence linger and be comfortable between them. When her flask is offered back, Jo gives over hers in exchange and sends Brieli lopsided grin tinged with weariness as she answers, "I will, and thanks." There's a pause, her piercing gaze back on the goldrider as she says, "It's nice, bein' able to talk like this. No filter. Ya take care of yerself, Brieli. We'll see each other again." Her own flask, she raises to her before drinking, straightening up in preparation to be on her way. There's a firm nod. Brieli agrees with that, and likewise feels there's little to add. She's as comfortable with silence as the bluerider, content to look at Iesaryth - who is settling down to sleep - until the flasks are exchanged. Capping her own, she slides it into her jacket pocket and offers up her own smile. As for talking, "It is. There's few people I can or would discuss... everything that's happened with. Perhaps less of a filter next time." As she rises, she gives a little salute for the bluerider before climbing the steps. "Will do. Head down, fists up." It's light enough that she knows Jo knows, but at least she's worried about the other woman's pretty face. And then, she's gone. With the flask closed and taken into her jacket, Jo is wry when she agrees and echoes, "Less of a filter. Next time." She pats where the flask rests to make sure it's secure and the bluerider returns the salute in her cavalier way, the last getting her rakish laughter and her, "Always, darlin'. Always," that linger in Brieli's wake. Then, with one sweeping gaze on the clutch for a final time, she gets to her feet and heads out into the night as well. |
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Comments on "Logs:Matched"Alida (Alida (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 11 Mar 2013 09:27:17 GMT.
Oh, what tangled webs we weave... ;)
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