Logs:Safest Choice
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| RL Date: 9 July, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida stops by with a proposition. |
| Where: Jo's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 3, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'ky/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Sisha/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Anyone looking for Jo would find Tacuseth's ledge empty most of the day....until the very late hours of the night. At this time, the nicked and scratched blue dragon can be seen on his ledge, watching the skies like a gargoyle in protecting his lady. The heavy curtain if drawn back, suggesting that Jo is somewhere inside the inner portion of the weyr, the faint glow of the hearth perhaps seen from a distance. She's noted Jo's 'odd' hours before, and so Alida comes readied when she finally comes a-calling to the ex-con's home, though Ilicaeth gives a polite 'doorbell ring' just previous. « Jo got a few spare moments? Alida needs ta talk with 'er. » The younger blue's sandy baritone rasps quite companionably to his fellow. Given a positive answer, the weyrling pair are soon landing upon the correct ledge, Alida then looking all about while making her way past that blue hanging. Don't forget her obvious clearing of throat, as it's *never* a good idea to surprise people like Jo. Or her, really. Tacuseth's head swings suddenly in the direct of the call, the parting of shadows and the dusting off of sand being his welcome invitation to their home. As for Alida once dismounted, it's lucky for her that Jo's not in a compromising position indeed. The weyrling would find the convict rider at the large map wall, busy at pinning something that appears drawn with certain land elevation. Mime, her bronze fire lizard, is standing on her desk, his whirling eyes right on Alida when she walks in. "This is a first," greets Jo with her attention on the drawing she pins, the black jacket off and hanging to the side and leaving her in just a blue tank and the pants. "To what do I owe this first visit?" Tacuseth garners an easy rumble of greeting from Ilicaeth, and a grunted, "Tac..." from Alida before she enters, the younger blue settling down with the other one and taking up conversation that'll hopefully catch them both up on just what the freak's going down around their crazy Weyr, now. As for the blonde, she's grinning at the innards of Jo's weyr, then cocking her brow in faint surprise at Mime's presence. "Didn' know ya' had one..." the guard notes of the bronze flit, Alida making a low whistling call upon the air to see if she can coax the little blighter over to her. This, however, also has the side-effect of summoning a very youthful little gold 'lizard into the foreign weyr, the sunflower-sunset of her hide a blur until she circles above the weyrling's head, chirruping a question. "Whoops; pardon..." is noted wryly, the guard signaling her own little turd to take up residence on a padded shoulder. Onward, though! "Had ta happen sooner 'r later," 'lida notes about a smirky-grin, the woman then moving on to the brass tacks of her reasoning. "Well...I gotta' pal who's apparently havin'...difficulties with a cotholder. I promised 'im I'd look inta' a possible route towards hopefully clearin' up this problem." Her humor's gone, replaced by a certain hesitation and dark seriousness. Gossip and dragons go hand-in-hand, so if Ilicaeth's engaging, Tacuseth is willing to dish the goods right with him. "Ya knew about Mime," Jo waves towards the little bronze as she steps down and off the little stepping stool once the drawing is pinned. Facing Alida now, "Ya tried to get a flit off of me way back when, remember?" Mime is still eyeing Alida something fierce - or rather, her fingers - until the little gold appears. Ah! He's giving out a cursory chirp, head turning this way and that at her as his owner crosses the threshold over towards the bottles while Alida gets straight to business. While listening, she sets a glass down for Alida only before uncorking the bottle. "What sort of difficulties? What sort of clearin'-up?" she's far too casual in asking now. "Crap... I fergot. Must be gettin' old..." Alida notes with wry though dark humor, her braided, pale head shaking a few times. "Yeah... gettin' too caught up in my own crap ta recall stuff not directly attached ta me." A puff of breath tousels a scant lock of hair or two escaping from her long braid, the weyrling eyeing Mime's own eyeballing of her fingers, then noting to Jo, "Should I be concerned that 'e's checkin' out my fingers?" She's thinking of Waki's little blue biter. Thank goodness for distractions, then, Pyrite chirpeling warmly back to the wee bronze as she notes him, too. "This one...well, she fuckin' attached 'erself ta me while we were South." Eyeroll, sigh. But back to business... and a bottle of something, too! Strolling around, peering at that big-ass map much of the time, the blonde clips off, "Family trouble." Lip-twist. "Speakin' bluntly, N'ky went ta' visit his cotholder family recently...ta' find 'is da' was sorta disownin' 'im." Stupid people, her expression silently notes. "He went back not long afterward tryin' ta mend fences, things got ugly...'n Cailluneth wound up rippin' some uv' his da's sheep ta shreds." Shrug. "Now the guy's not only tryin' ta get recompense outta' the Weyr fer the dead sheep 'n their lambs, but also lookin' ta get some unnoted sum fer losin' 'is son ta the Weyr." "I hear weyrlin'hood can do that to ya," Jo openly teases drolly on the first. "And don' worry about Mime. He might bite if ya get close enough, but that gold of yers oughta keep him distracted. Got her from down south, eh?" There's amusement in her tone as she pours the liquid into a glass and passes it over to Alida as she says, "Ya oughta get her trained if she ain' already. Can be fuckin' useful, the lot, if trained right." She quiets when things get explained further, though, taking a drink from the bottle straight as she watches the blonde study her extensive maps of the Reachian area. "Interestin'," she drawls on the deal, brows lifting. "Sounds like a bad way on both sides. That explains the difficulties, but it don' explain how ya gonna clear somethin' like that up." "Great...another biter," Alida notes just as drolly, then accepting the glass of whatever it is from Jo...then sniffing, eyeballing it to try and recognize it. "Yep...trainin' 'er from the get go. Ya notice she's well behaved, listens good... Well, most uv' the time." A smirk is given to the mellow little pest on her shoulder, Pyrite headbutting Alida's cheek affectionately. "She's still super-young." Shrug. With the other bluie's peering at 'lida's oggling of her maps comes a dry, "Pardons. Old habits," and the blonde's turning away from the thing. "Yep. I figured N'ky'd have ta' cough up 3 marks outta' his own stipend over the Turns, call it equal. But now that his da's threatenin' the Weyr fer some ridiculous extras... Well, can't help but thinkin' it sounds like blackmail, 'r somethin'...'specially since the cothold looks ta Devaki as its overLord." Pause, browlift. "See, if it was *me* that was gonna take care uv' this shit, I might take whatever N'ky had, sell it, buy the animals, 'n toss 'em down. But now that there's the utterly ridiculous 'fee' uv what one lost dragonrider son's worth, well..." Shrug. "That kinda crap is outta' my...jurisdiction, 'specially since N'ky wants his ol' man ta' shut the fuck up 'n not bother him 'r the Weyr anymore, given what crappy straits we're a*already* in." "A heady brew from Crom," Jo explains the taste of the drink, smirking just a bit when Alida sniffs at it. "And it's good. Trainin' them. I don' mind ya lookin', ya know." She juts her chin towards the map, her answers seeming to be a blur. "I keep it updated. Every possible sidepath, cave'n hidey-hole, I've got up there. Anyway," and she turns to the main topic at hand, "so what, ya wanna trash his old man's place and threaten him? Somethin' tells me that won' go down with N'ky either way, regardless of how he feels about his father. It is blackmail, though, what he's doin'. What would he do if the Weyr ignored his demands? Ya think he's the type to get the Lord Holder involved?" and thus, more Hold-Weyr irritations. Yes, she's cautious with unknown brews, but when she can't place it, Alida simply *must* taste, and does so, though sparingly, just in case it has a mighty kick. Depending on if she has breath left to reply with, the blonde notes, "Thankee..." then moves back to the map, starting to take in all of those hideyholes, caves, paths galore. After a significant pause and a pointed, intense peer at the Pars locale, the guard dryly notes, "Y'missed one...'right about here..." Her nail upon index finger lightly taps at the spot about 5 kays north-by-northeast from Pars. A gift? "Me? Nah; only relates ta' me via the Weyr gettin' further bent over a barrel." As for N'ky's reactions, the younger bluie can only nod starkly, shrug. "I don' think he's got much uv a clue as ta how...varied the amount uv' pressures that c'n be applied go." Sip. "He's pretty pissed off about it, though, apparently. Never know." Green eyes seek out Jo's dark gaze, finally, taking in how she reacts as the guard responds to her next inquiries. "I'm clueless about 'is family. Someone'd have ta wind up talkin' ta Nick, 'r sending directed messages to 'im, back-n-forth." Because Alida sure as shit isn't blowing Jo's cover to anyone in the Weyr who isn't already in the know about her. The drink doesn't have that much of a punch - it's one of those where it would take a lot of it to get a good knock-out. When Alida points out a missing spot around Pars, there's laughter and a "Ya don' say," from Jo as she joins her at the map to take a look. "Hmmmthink I'll take a look in that place, then. I don' think Tac and I fully ventured far out that way yet." Which, now she probably will for the sake of her growing map. She stays quiet through the further answers given, only looking Alida's way when she looks hers. A brow lifting, "Is this a proposition for me to shake'im up?" she asks slowly now, seeking clarification. "Cuz, if so, I doubt either of ya can afford what I charge for somethin' like that." Mercenary through and through. "I never said..." Alida rebutts back to Jo around a thin little smirk as the other bluie joins her at the map. "Natural partition in the tree roots there, below ground level. It'll shelter up ta three average sized folk, sittin' down. Crude, rough, but sound." Sounds like she knows it well enough. "That's up ta N'ky 'n you. Ain't my bag... I'm doin' my part uv bein' a pal by talkin' ta people in the know." Sip, smile. "I was figurin' ya might hand it down ta someone else ya trust who wouldn't get too carried away...make things worse." For a guard used to law and order, Alida certainly seems to understand about the seedy underbelly of not only that profession, but of the crime angle itself. "Ya never said," Jo counters, her tone wry. "Maybe not, but, no one really comes to me unless they're lookin' for some serious 'talkin'. A little pattin' the shoulder and tossin' bottles." Deadpan, "Naturally, I would assume," she notes in conclusion with a shrug. "Not exactly sure what yer thinkin' to accomplish with this man of N'ky's to get him to back off. There's more diplomatic ways, I'm sure, but, here ya are in my weyr. A known ex-con." Smirk. "As for handin' it down...shit, I can' promise none of my people won' get carried away, Alida. Especially if he's got shit worth stealin'. Even if they gentle him, they ain' leavin' his place without a souvenir to take home." She takes another drink from the bottle and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before she turns a considering look onto Alida and prompts, "Why not you? Ya ain' reckless like the rest of us." "Remind me ta' take ya out somewhere ta getcher' nails 'n face done, then..." Alida ripostes back just as wryly, her greens chuckling, lips smirking. Poor baby Jo. "Yeah, I was thinkin' that..." the blonde soon notes to the other woman's words of none of her people likely being restrained enough to deal with it right. As for why not *her*... Frown, sigh. "Cause I still got enough uv' the old me left inside ta make it rankle." At this point, the guard moves away from the map, lifting her drink to lips and sipping more frequently as she starts pacing, looking around. "Don' wanna fall any faster, further than fuckin' circumstances dictate." "Whoa, face and nails? Tryin' to spoil me, are ya?" Jo's openly teasing back, snorting. Moving on though, "But seriously, though, ya likely don' want one of mine on this. I mean, I might have one that won' be too bad, but, who's really to say? Ya ain' gonna fall, darlin'. Ya got yer dragon, and ya got us. Do ya want me to go with ya? I won' steal, at least." Really. "Or, maybe N'ky should be takin' this to Azaylia'n Sisha. Might be far safer for him and his father than to have him face an ex-con dragonrider and a former guard with guard tendencies." One toothy grin is all for Jo and the older rider's response, Alida noting casually, "Ya still owe me some bar hoppin' 'n card games Graduation night. An' since Hana's payin' me ta do up my hair, I figured *you* better get yer nails done, at least." Smirk. Ahh, but after the fun, there's utter seriousness to deal with, and the blonde shakes her head a few times, clarifying, "Nothin' much ta' do with win 'r fail... It's...internal." No, that's not the right word, and the weyrling's pacing again, searching for what to say. "I started off mostly gung-ho Guard." A flick of darkened eyes to Jo. "Y'likely know how that goes. I mean, my da' taught me some harsher lessons real early so I wouldn't fall prey to summa' the typical pitfalls, but..." Shrug. "An' then I was on m'own after eleven, mostly...finally *experienced* alluv' it fer myself." Bitterness, anger, disgust, embarrassment...it all slides over her features for a moment at the memories she accumulated. "I saw...was on the receivin' end uv' enough shit over the Turns..." Head shake, teeth-grind. "It *changed* me, Jo. You see *that* kinda crap happen in what's supposed ta be an upright, lawful buncha' professionals... ya' *do* some crap..." At this point, Alida's hands are making abortive, jerky motions upon the air before her, punctuating her low intense words, but the gestures finally cease as she does, greens left to stare at the map again as the weyrling stops pacing. Hands lifting up, "Why should I need to get dressed for your graduation?" Jo points back out good-naturedly. "I'm not the one bein' put on display. 'Sides, Ain'cha done tearin' up bars with me by now? Ya might start gettin' a rep by association, guard." Sliding on towards the serious topic at hand, "Aww, darlin', but ya know that ain' ya," she states, regarding the other closely as sets the bottle down. "Best ya had it hit ya at all, right? Shit, I was supposed to be a guard like you were goin' to be, and look what happened to me! Shit changes all of us. Some of us more than others. Only difference now, we ain' gotta go through it alone anymore," she nods towards the ledge where their dragons are. At the end, though, the bluerider's gaze drops to Alida's jerking gestures of her hands before she asks, "What's the worst ya done?" The question is off-hand, and definitely no teasing matter. "Didn' say tear it up...this time, did I?" Alida twinkles back at Jo. "Just drink with someone who 'gets it,'" a buddy of like mind "...someone I ain't gotta look out fer so intently." Because Jo isn't the typical non-combatant who doesn't understand the rules of 'engagement.' "Ain't me?" Snerk. "I don't wanna fall... at least not as fast, as far as I've seen others do. I got...shit on my conscience already." Greens flick over to the ex-con, touched with hints of leftover emotion, especially conflict. "I start shakin' down mostly decent" snerk "...cotholders...where the fuck does it end?" Palms settle to each side of the map, if possible, and the woman allows part of her weight to press upon her hands. After some long moment, the blonde finally responds to the dark-haired woman's inquiry hesitantly, darkly, "I've killed...twice." Laughing, "Yer a wild time, Alida," Jo states for the first, nodding her way. "Fine, fine. We'll go out and I'll get ya fair shitfaced to the point that ya won' even remember a graduation. I hope to even be around for yer graduation." When it comes to shaking down people, "It ends when ya say it ends," she answers that easily. "Ya sell yerself far too short, darlin'. I've seen darkness in a person. Ya got it, sure, but not to the point that ya can' control it. I know what it's like when ya can' control it, and folks like that wouldn' be like the way ya've been here in this Weyr." Then the blonde admits to the kills, and the bluerider considers her for only a moment before she says quietly, "Join the club, darlin'. Self defense or premeditated?" Only they can go from joking about drinking to details of murder. She listens to Jo speak of both potential good times and bad, but, sadly, Alida's focusing more on the latter, given she's pragmatic...and also having to deal with what brought her here in the first place. "That's how it starts, Jo; we've both seen it, I'm sure: the first tiny step. An' it leads slowly ta' the next one, the next... 'n before ya' know it..." Unspoken: you're way over any line of no-return. A slightly disparaging sigh is offered up to the other woman's words of Alida's comportment in public, but she doesn't get into such, simply moving on to the next detail. "First...self-defense, purely. Still shook me up, once I got down off the adrenaline, stopped ta really think about it." But the second... she refuses to look at the ex-con, simply pushing up off her hands, taking her glass again, and drinking deeply. "It was a group effort...trackin' down a rogue guard from another hold rumored ta' be in our territory." Her voice sounds hard, cold, but the weyrling's expression is mixed with many emotions. "Wanted 'im alive, ta face judgement...an' I was picked ta co-head the detail, as my graduation case." Moments for thought, drinking finally lead the blonde to rub a hand over her eyes, then drag it down over her face, as if trying to rid herself of the memory. "It... didn' turn out well." A sudden blurt of harsh, decidedly ironic and un-humored laughter follows. Focusing on the main topic, the disparaging tone in Alida prompts from Jo, "I dunno. Perhaps I've been down that path. I am on that path still, likely," she admits soberly. "But then, ya see," she adds, inclining her head to the other woman. "That's what makes us different. Ya choose not to walk down that road to no-return, and so, ya'd be the right one to talk to this man threatenin' the Weyr. Cuz, ya know what the limit is. I...think I used to know, long ago, but now..." There's just a moment of disturbance in her gaze as it lingers away from the weyrling, but it's fleeting as she says, "I've made my peace to it. Yer a good, honorable person, Alida. That much I can smell. Wantin' to have someone face such civilized judgement...where I'm from, judgement is puttin' them six feet under. The kills shook ya up, but that happens. Mine did me, too. The one I got put away on, wasn' even mine." Pause. "More?" Drink, presumably. "Chose...choose...who knows when 'n why I might change," the blonde notes quietly, draining the rest of her drink, then holding it out to Jo more more. "Livin' *here* ain't makin' those kinda decisions any easier. Stupid uv' me ta' think becomin' a 'rider'd change the kind uv' shit I'd be wadin' in." At Jo's 'honorable,' the younger woman can't help but chuckle briefly, rasp off dryly, "Good, 'honorable' people don't get off on killin', do they? It fuckin' felt *good* ta' take down that rogue, ta' take away everything 'e'd every had 'r was gonna have. Powerful...thrillin'." Even now, she can't help but give a faint shiver, though her features remain somewhat conflicted. "It *wasn't* civilized, honorable." A slow pivot around has her now facing the ex-con. "It was guard-sanctioned: we were sent out ta hunt that sad, stupid fucker down like a dog, 'n lynch 'im... 'cept *I* wasn't told that." The smirk on her face is dark, holding nothing but bad memories. "We take care uv' our own." Snark. "Thing is, Jo... I ain't gotta' problem with puttin' people down, if they go beyond a certain point. It oughta' be the last fuckin' thing I'd be willin' ta do after exhaustin' all other, 'honorable' options. But, after seeing, doin' what I've seen 'n done...experienced, I finally gotta admit ta myself that there's just some people that'd be better put down than in existence any longer." "Do ya want to change?" Jo puts forth to Alida then on the heels of that first, then goes to pour her more to drink. "And bein' a rider will never change who ya really are. Ya should know that, darlin'. An ass is gonna be an ass whether there's a dragon attached to them or not." When it comes to the killing feeling good, the ex-con snorts and raises the bottle her way briefly before she says, "Ask yerself this, then. I ask ya to take somebody out, for real, does the thrill go through ya? Would'ja even do it? If the answer to both happen to be no, then ya've proven my case. What ya did then don' necessarily mean yer the same person standin' right infront of me now. Ya hate how the Weyr's been. The chaos it bred. Says a lot to me. Even yer leavin' puttin' someone down as a last resort...says somethin'. Shouldn' look at what ya've done back then. Should look at what yer willin' to do right now." Jo can be so philosophical when there's drink involved. More drink is good; it helps to slowly salve raw nerves. More enthusiastic sipping it done while Alida listens to what the older, more experienced woman has to say on this rather weighty subject. At various points, grunts, sighs, head shakes and nods are given, all according to how the weyrling feels at that second. "I ain't ever gonna be that blind, shiny paragon uv' bullshit virtue I was Turns ago. Seen too much...sewage. Been a part uv it, willin' an' unwillin'." A faint quirk of lips for Jo's perhaps rhetorical question soon enough has the guard clipping off, "The thrill? Yeah...still does. Would I?" Here, her head ducks just a little, eyes pooling into the concoction she's drinking. "If I felt it was truly merited...if it was honestly that fuckin' important...then yeah, I think I would." There's a hint of warning in green eyes right on the tail of her rebuttal though, a silent 'don't.' Not now...maybe not ever. Enough of the old guard is still holding on inside, though the framework she stands upon has eroded. A press of fingers to forehead finds the younger bluie suddenly inquiring, "How da' *you* want this Weyr ta turn out?" "Knockin' off a mark is only as important to the one holdin' the purse of marks," Jo notes on merit, lips quirking up a little. "A mark's just payment otherwise." The silent warning is then taken in stride, and the convict rider tips her bottle Alida's way as she says, "And that is what I mean. Ya know where ya stand. Ya know yer limits. Ya should go see N'ky's father, in that case. Yer the safest choice, and ya really shouldn' leave it to those that don' live by the same codes you do." The last question gets a pause, the woman looking towards the sky seen from the drawn back opening before she says perhaps far too casually, "I personally rather liked the chaos. Chaos inspires change, and change is a good thing. That's why I backed who I did, and I don' regret it." Glancing at Alida then, giving a shrug, "I doubt the Weyr will get another chance like that in a long time, so what I want for this place no longer matters. I reckon it'll be what it'll be, no matter what an ex-con thinks." "Y'have such glowing views uv' me that I might just drown in sunshine 'n rainbows..." Alida quips dryly back to Jo, the weyrling finally giving a small nod, and a laden little sigh. "Well, gimme a little in on what someone like me might do ta take care uv this grumpy ol' bastard uv' a wannabe' blackmailer, then." Drink. "I'm fuckin' rusty on arm-twistin'. I tend ta go fer the 'arm-wrenchin' off an' beatin' 'em with it routine." Smirk-snort. As for the Weyr... "Y'know... as much as the haphazardness bugged me enough times, I sorta enjoyed the change away from some worn-out traditions, too." A faint grin presages her easy, "Good ta' have a knowledgeable persons...who happens ta also be a woman in charge uv the Wings, again. An' though I think K'del's star is done... I c'n see why Sisha picked 'im: experience, contacts...compromise." Drink. "Let's see if 'e gets grandiose ideas again, though." "Just blush for me and I'll call it even," Jo is quick to counter, flashing her bright smile. "I don' get to see ya blush all that often. And, well. Tell the man ya will wrench his arm off if he don' back down. A warnin's good. A well-worded warnin' or threat will get most cotholders to back off. Fuck, ya can say anythin', really, so long ya don' end up with yer hands around his throat." On the next - the Weyr's state - she drops, "It seems a lot of folks approve of this Sisha, and I doubt K'del star is all that done. The man's still young, and judgin' by the number of those willin' to snub the last actin' Weyrleaders with him, he's still gotta followin'." Toasting the bottle before taking a drink, "My attentions return to beyond the Weyr, not within. Keep my head down and blend in with the crowd like I've done for over seven turns." A patently false yawn covered by one hand transitions into Alida's index finger being gently out-thrust and waggled at Jo when she speaks of Alida blushing for her, the blonde then sighing, shrugging. "An' here I was, tryin' ta go fer a more subtle route uv action, fer once. Mrf...think I'll talk ta someone else I know about takin' care uv it, first." It'll keep her from getting her hands dirty, if possible. And, apparently, that's all there is to be said about the subject that brought her here, for the state of the Weyr comes to the fore, once again. "Y'know... anyone who thinks Aishani's just up 'n done with directin' this Weyr's gotta have their head up their ass pretty far. Someone that driven..." Headshake, chortle. "Yeah... I getcha'." About K'del. "If we get another brown... brownS in position ta be Weyrleader again, I bet that'll fuckin' freak out those hidebound bronzers." Grin. "Jus' fuckin' make that next brownie Weyrleader, 'n get it over with, since all those Traditionalists 'r the first ta yowl about dragon choice in Flights bein' the way ta pick a 'Leader." At Jo's word of herself laying low and returning to an 'outward' focus, the weyrling can only smile softly, and look back into her near-empty glass. Laughing, "Well, if ya don' wanna get yer hands dirty," Jo gives on that score. "Dunno why N'ky can' get him to back off on his own, but..." Another shrug, willing to put that topic to rest. When Alida brings up Aishani, there's a soft chuckle on that comment, but she remarks on the next with, "I notice they're not so vocal with a female greenrider runnin' things," she observes in a droll tone, "but then, her green can' catch a gold. So yer right about that." She sets the bottle down now, straightening up and gesturing towards the map as she says, "So. About that spot I missed on here," directing attention to the elaborate mapped wall with a gesture. "Had enough uv' slingin' shit ta last more Turns..." Alida smirks back to the laughing Jo, then finishing her draught. Lip-twist. "N'ky's...too soft." That's it in a nutshell. "Exactly..." is the weyrling's next comment of Sisha not being a 'real' threat to those bronzers bent on re-taking 'their' Weyr. "Again - just ta freak 'em the fuck out, mind ya' - I think it'd be stellar if blues could catch golds now 'n again. Imagine that... all those other 'lesser' males, ready ta take over 'n slap those fuckwits inta' line." Cue one very wicked grin. "After all, there's an occasional blue flit that'll chase...'n even win a gold flit Flight." As for that missed spot on Jo's map, "Gotta' pen?" The blonde's moving over to that wall again, and noting the proper coordinates before pressing her pinkie to the exact spot. "Just in time for a new turn's worth of shit-slingin'," Jo is only too happy to take her out on those sort of endeavors! There's open laughter on blues chasing the queens, the woman shaking her head and stating, "That'll be the day. I'll leave the queen-catchin' to you and Ilicaeth so ya can get the same deal Taikrin did." A pen is given over to Alida right then, coming up with all kids of talk on blues flying queens as they pour over the map wall until the weyrling pair departs. |
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