Logs:Wicked Women
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| RL Date: 16 July, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, Jo, Ilicaeth, Akluseth, Tacuseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Three wiley, wicked women run into each other, drink, and...plot. |
| Where: HRW: Snowasis |
| When: Day 9, Month 5, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cloudy, cool. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, C'ris/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, N'rek/Mentions, Sybile/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, X'vin/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Played over a series of 3 days. |
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| Savannah's weekly dart game with Glacier appears to be in full swing with glasses raised, and voices raised too, the Snowasis itself in it's usual state of chaos given the time of evening. Edyis must have just arrived herself given that the weyrling hasn't joined in the game and has just had a pitcher and clean glasses set in front of her by one of the servers. And the table she's sitting at only recently vacated by it's other occupants. She hasn't been involved in a Glacier dart game for over a Turn, given her 'outcast' sort-of status, and tonight is no different, a sober-looking Alida stepping into the Snowasis, and soon turning her gaze away from the loudness and good times between Savannah and her 'real' Wingmates. Looks like the blonde is headed towards the bar, Edyis unseen in the throng. Jo has been out as well, too. The black leathered rider breezes in, stopping by her wing with a few banter-y words for a few of them before she spots Edyis and approaches. Eyeing that pitcher, "Hope one of those glasses is for me," she greets, dropping into a seat right across from her. She misses Alida since she came in first, but one can believe the wily bluerider will spot her quickly enough once her hand is occupied with drink. "I think I could be persuaded to part with one." The younger brownrider grins, sliding over the glass and filling it too! That she leans a little too close in the process is probably an accident. Possibly. Alida's arrival hasn't gone unnoticed either, and perhaps it's a testament to Edyis's impish mood that she wolf whistles to get the bluerider's attention, if she manages to get it, it goes without saying that another filled glass gets pushed in the sober rider's direction. What the fuck? That's the first look on Alida's face as her head snaps around to locate the shit who dared to wolf-whistle at her sober self, slightly narrowed green eyes focusing through the throng on... *snert* Edyis...and Jo, too. Instantly, that look of 'trouble' alters to one of darkly-good natured snark, the blonde blithely enduring some looks from others in here (in reaction to Ed's whistle) as she alters her vector to bring her to that particular table. "I see Jo's rubbin' off on ya..." is soon noted in glib fashion as the bluie hooks a toe around a chair leg to tug it out, then flops herself down. "Yer buyin'..." is smirked to the weyrling "...fer that little dis." One can believe, when Edyis is leaning over close, Jo just might be turning her head to the side to check out her ass. Or maybe she's checking out some raucous table behind her. "There's a price to this persuasion?" she chooses to ask right then when her head tips back, focusing on the weyrling before that whistle has her looking over her shoulder towards Alida. Seeing her erstwhile wingmate, she laughs out loud and straightens up as she approaches and that comments gets a blithe, "The whistle is just right, darlin'. 'Course Ed's buyin'," and she reaches for her filled glass, lifting it in a grinning toast towards her before taking a drink. "There's always a price, but that too tends to be a matter of negotiation," Edyis answers blithely, her smile going crooked. She only grins wider at Jo's approval of the whistle, "Naturally tonight I'm buying. Your turn another night." She adds lifting her glass as well. Alida's not at all surprised that Jo's oggling somebody's ass. That it's Edyis, however... Well, *that* earns a faint lofting of one pale eyebrow, the blonde's smirk remaining firmly affixed to her mouth as she kicks back a little in her appropriated seat. "Want somethin' with different flavors, sweet. Layers..." the bluie notes to their wait staff once he arrives. "Surprise me." Ha! A lazy lift of one finger from its rest upon opposite forearm to Edyis is followed by, "She's buyin'." For Jo, there's a casual, "You've already seen my ass. Still, nice ta know the memory stuck with ya." Snert. An inquiring look is all for Ed, though Alida merely bobs her head to brownie's assertion. Watching Alida's expression with a thin-lipped grin as she drinks, "Ain' complainin'," is all Jo says to seeing asses as she leans back to get more comfortably. She'll let Alida do the drink ordering since she's nursing what she was given, and Edyis's first comment draws a chuckle from the lifting of that glass to her mouth. "Got half a mind on what yer willin' to negotiate," she states before adding to buying the next night, "I'm good for it. Y'all wicked ladies got any gossip?" Because clearly, Jo's in that sort of mood. "You still have that parcel that needs delivered to that Tailor don't you?" Something in the twitch of her lips suggests she knows this may or may not have been what Jo's mind flocked to. "Who ended up buying drinks." She gives for that questioning look of Alida, that a dark brow raises at her drink order and a soft dark chuckle can be heard, well it's probably to be expected. The look on Alida's face for Jo's comment speaks volumes: damned right you'd better not complain. There's a rather knowing look shared between her fellow bluie and Edyis for Jo's response to the weyrling, but the younger bluerider doesn't push farther - even when Ed makes that odd little inquiry of the eldest of the three - instead smirking softly at the 'buying drinks' comment from the youngest of them, then riposting to Jo with a low, "Ran inta' some newer Wingleader from Fort a seven 'r so ago. Bronzer." Snert. "Think it was...Flint Wing?" Shrug. "Guy's *super* smooth, super friendly." Why does Alida look rather dubious, then? Alida gets a playful wink before she drains her glass and reaches for the pitcher. "Still sittin' near my desk," Jo answers Edyis on that parcel, glancing over at her as she pours. "Gonna run it for me, eh? An', yer buyin', ain'cha?" Because she's not. Not tonight! As for the gossip Alida is delivering, the convict rider is all ears. "I don' get out Fort's way," she states idly as she lingers on her drink. "Bronzerider, eh? What's so smooth 'bout him? He tried to get ya up to his weyr?" That being asked to her dubious expression. Edyis props her chin in hand and just smiles at Jo's response. Though talk of the Fortian Bronzerider draws her interest. "Haven't been out there since the hatching myself." She admits before leaning in to listen to Alida tell the tale. There's only listening for the continued banter between Jo and Edyis, Alida finally getting her surprise drink concoction in the meantime, and staring at the quadruple, varied brown tints of it. Jo's comments earn her a small shake of head, and a "Nah. Don' doubt he'd likely be smooth that way, too." Nose-wrinkle. "Y'know how some people 're really kind, overall? But it's natural... like, uh..." What's his name. "That big bluerider. The weyrling..." Ilicaeth helpfully inserts a silent, « Jorrth's. » Beat. « T'mic. » "T'mic. Kid's easygoin', natural." Nod. "This... X'vin, though. Just feels *too* nice. Too many smiles on 'im." Shrug. She's been wrong before, of course. Edyis' comment of Fort has the blonde nodding once. Jo eyes Edyis as she digs into this X'vin, and one can believe she hasn't put that matter to rest. "Ain' met this T'mic either," she gives a slight shrug on that matter. This X'vin, though. Too many smiles. What, he's two-faced? Shady? Ya gotta dirty vibe off'im?" Of course she's asking. Any information is useful for one like her as she nurses her drink. Edyis beams at the mention of T'mic. "He's a good guy; Ended up being appointed wingleader for Cirrus. Nice is just his nature, though I wonder, would you say the guy was more like C'ris? I think that man would give the shirt off his back if he thought someone needed it. He doesn't feel off nice though just... like watching a five year old get excited over things." There's an odd quirk of her mouth with that. "I might've met 'im once, before 'e Impressed..." Alida notes of T'mic, the blonde looking faintly wry about not remembering much about that. Even her cagey mind isn't always clear about details in the past. "Ilicaeth jabbers enough with other dragons ta know some about 'em." The pair of soon-to-be blueriders, that is. Edyis' words of both the weyrling bluie and the would-be assistant WLM, a sudden little grin twitching to her lips as the brownie speaks of C'ris. "Met C'ris once. Yeah...that feels like 'im, ta me, too." She sobers some again, peers at her drink again, then continues, "Shells, I dunno. Just like I said: this X'vin feels... kinda odd. Kinda..." She's trying for words to describe her feelings, and looking more reticent about this whole conversation as seconds pass. It's Ilicaeth who rumbles the thought to both Tacuseth and Akluseth: his usual gritty sands layered over by an oily sheen that tries to mirror back...something. Oily. « Like Rasavyth. » There's clear dislike in the brawny blue's curt baritone that neither of the other dragons has likely ever heard from the genial guy. "Nice guys." Clearly, the quirk of Jo's mouth around those words suggest those sorts of men rarely fall into her lap. "Nice guys unnerve me. They ask too many questions. Wanna tear at yer mind like a canine. But X'vin - when Ilicaeth sends Tacuseth that familiar feeling, the blue sends back his understanding in shadows wrapped around Rasavyth as he sends « Not much Rasavyth is Rasavyth now. » It's at the same time that the convict rider says, "Ambitious. Interestin'." The way she says it, one can believe this information is being filed away as she drains her glass once more. "Well, from what I hear, with there bein' a new Weyrwoman that way, maybe he's anglin' to be the new Weyrleader. I'm sure he's not the only one out there." "Oily." Edyis echoes thoughtfully, nose wrinkling as her lips press together slightly. It's Jo's mention things that unnerve her that draws the faintest suggestion of amusement. "Or the only one worried about a new weyrleader, I've heard rumors, just rumors mind, that Irianke has been sniffing around for potentials. Gotta wonder, though, what exactly it is she's looking for. That one is hard to pin down, can't help but admire her though." Still reticent is Alida - something a little unusual for her, and perhaps generated by her last huge mistake at HR Hold - her lower lip sucked in and worried at some while Jo speaks what she didn't want to. Meantime, Ilicaeth's comment to Tacuseth is a rather chilly shrug at word of Rasavyth, and a cool granite « We don't talk. » Period. Edyis' echo of Ilicaeth's sentiment earns her a small twist of lips, though Jo's words of men finally have the blonde commenting, "I guess I like my men straight up; not many twists." She'd shrug, but there's her odd drink to try, and so finally the woman does so, sipping cautiously through the four layers of it...and winds up smiling softly. "Not bad..." is assessed of the thing, more of its coolness swallowed before she continues, "Yeah...heard the same off the grapevine, Ed." Beat. "Whatever it is, I hope it's not K'del 'r H'vier." Nose-wrinkle. "She oughta' try anything *except* a bronzer." The mention of Irianke draws a wry grin from Jo as she refills her glass from the pitcher. Listening to them both talk on possible Reachian Weyrleader, "I'm willin' to watch'n see what happens," she gives on the matter, her amusement open. "Happened before. Had Taikrin runnin' things'n I backed her. Won' hurt to see somethin' fresh." That's all she's seem willing to say, as Tacuseth sends to Ilicaeth, « He is curious. Potentials not reached. » "I prefer'em with all the cards on the table myself," she speaks on men, nice or otherwise. "Maybe I end up attractin' the ones with all the twists to them. 'Swhy I'm more careful with men. Women are different." Edyis snorts, "They don't have to be men to have twists. At least it keeps them interesting. But I've no room to talk," given what her companions probably know or at least guess of her preferences. « Am I interesting?» Edyis attempts to be graceful about laughing and choking on her drink at the same time. She manages to recover enough to lift a brow at Jo thoughtfully. "Seems anyone can have a few twists. Doesn't make for bad people just delicate handling." Jo's wry grins are plentiful, and so Alida's not 'examining' the other bluie when she offers that expression at the mention of Irianke, though green eyes do take in the reaction, even as the younger bluerider comments, "Me too..." There's a heavy set of things left unsaid at the tail end of that echoed sentiment. Even 'mere' wingriders, 'mere' blues can have influence at gut level, during mating flights. Alcohol takes the place of her latent words, 'lida already through half of her lowball glass before she comments to Edyis, "Twists c'n be fun... if they ain't *too* dark." Ed's preferences aside. Then there's sudden laughter from out of nowhere, which quickly enough hints to her that it could be dragon-inspired, thus following a quick, "What'd 'e say?" and a little grin. "Delicate... pfft." Eyeroll. "Women with twists are unpredictable," Jo relates, likely talking about herself. "Men with twists tend to be predictable. Men hardly hide what they want. Men like H'vier are pretty easy to read, 'less they're like this X'vin?" The querying look goes to Alida since she met him. She seems to be agreeing with Edyis, for sure on twisty people. She snorts on delicate handling, though, and the look she sends the weyrling just happens to be knowing. Then, with a slight smirk, as she adds, "Hey, it's been a while we've all gone out'n caused some trouble. Last time was to get y'all inked. What's the next adventure?" It's what Jo feeds on, it seems, as she looks from wingmate to weyrling. That the dark-eyed young woman studies Alida at her description of twists, though there's only a faint twitch of expression for it. "Wanted to know if he qualified as interesting. I don't have the heart to tell him he hasn't got a twist in his entire body." Edyis says of her lifemate, upon prompting. It's unclear if she shares Jo's thoughts on twists since she seems to be focused on her drink. The Idea of adventure has her smirking; "There's an artist in Tillek Rek mentioned that I've been meaning to check out, though if I wind up inked everytime we go out, I will run out of hide pretty quick." "And how..." Alida comments back to Jo of the other's first observation, her wry little smirk silently speaking of her innate understanding of how 'twisty' both of them are. "*Some* men can... fer awhile, anyway," is noted around the lip of her drink. A faint bob of her pale head is allowed to word of 'this X'vin.' But then, oh yes, there's word of potential trouble, and it incites a wolfish grin from the blonde, her greens seeming to glow with dirty deeds yet undone. "Got any 'deserving,' dirty shits in yer territory in need uv' a lesson only our types c'n deliver?" Perhaps out of the blue, Ilicaeth re-touches Tacuseth's mind with a more-typical genial, « Tell Jo that Alida's on fer the dragonhealing thing, like Jo advised. So far, so good. » If tiring, with all the other things on their plate. Immediately after this, Ilicaeth nudges Akluseth's mind lightly, his gritty baritone continuing in easy fashion, « Alida says ta thank Edyis fer the music gifts. She just changed out the strings this mornin'. » And tested them by making some beautiful music, which both he and Pyrite hummed to now and then. Edyis' word of her brown's response has the blonde smirk-snickering, shaking her plaited head a little. "He still sore about blues?" Blink. "*More* ink? Shit; I'm good fer another few Turns with mine." Wink, sip. "Hey; don't go lookin' totally like I'zech, now." "That brown of yers," Jo notes to Edyis on Akluseth, shaking her head with a smile. "How's he holdin' up? He Betweenin' yet?" Of course, when Edyis mentions a friend of hers - N'rek - a brow shoots up comically for her answer on adventures. "So it's Rek now, is it?" she is totally, openly teasing, smiling behind her glass. "He put it down that good?" Not but dirty banter amongst friends! Tacuseth sends back a solemn « This is good, » pleasure rippling through deep shadows. « Things will get better. » This is sent as Jo takes in Alida's responses with a knowing smile and a "I need to see the kind of men ya like, Alida. Someday. As for deservin' shits," and she briefly looks to the ceiling as she appears to think about it before stating, "Well, there has been this asshole that keeps botherin' Sybile down at the Rusty Nail. Been sittin' back'n lettin' the girl earn her chops, but so far she thinks just talkin' at him will make him stop." Alida gets a pointed look. "Now what's this 'bout Akluseth bein' blue-sore, eh? 'N, I'm down for another ink run. Ain' me gettin' inked after all." "Betweening, yes, finally. Takes a little extra work to get him to focus, though." And Jo's tease, earns a flush of color, possibly difficult to distinguish but there all the same. Ahem, nothing to see here, certainly not the way she pretends not to have heard. "I've never met this I'zech, and don't remind me, I'm trying to get him to forget. It's your damn dragon's fault. Ever since that night, he gets all grumpy about them, like a sulky teenager who had his favorite crush stolen by his cooler best friend." She accuses Jo, though there is more amusement than malice in it. "And glad you liked it, Alida." Perhaps not realizing that the conversation in her head is not audible to all. Though mention of an asshole has her brow arching, "Tell her to put a knife in the table hard enough to stick next to his hand next time." 'Rek?' The raised eyebrows following Jo's own lofting of hers asks so *many* questions of Edyis...which Jo goes about answering in her own 'dirty bird' fashion. *This* little tidbit of information evokes a bright and hugely wicked grin from Alida, who then wriggles her brows at the weyrling. "Sounds like fun..." is noted lazily, the bluie suddenly transported back to the time when she was in Ed's proverbial shoes. A strange little smile is quickly echoed by some lingering hint of pain inside green eyes, but both are quickly snuffed out as the blonde offers Jo a 'schtum' look that gives away nothing but knowing humor. "Maybe...someday. An' *ditto*." Wink. Word of Sybile and 'shits' has the guard noting, "I ain't gonna be around ta save 'er bacon all the time, though. She's gonna have ta learn ta stand up fer 'erself, even if it's *me* puttin' 'im down." Sip. "Up fer it, though." There's a quick crack of knuckles against the table top to punctuate that. Ilicaeth gives his blue 'brother' a decided rush of affirmative pleasure in return. « Vrianth's... Leova said she'd even talk ta' Taikrin about us bein' in Glacier again. » There's hope and guarded joy for the thought of being 'home' again...and hopefully soon. Alida herself lets Ed speak of her lifemate's quirks with Betweening, though the weyrling's grump at Jo earns her a low laugh. Huh? Drat! Ed let the cat out of the bag about her gift. There's only a head bob for word of such, with Alida soon pointing an index finger at Edyis for her sentiment. "If he needs more practice..." is all Jo offers Edyis on Betweening, nodding her way. To Alida's smirk on N'rek, "A friend of mine," she explains, watching that hard-to-see blush on Ed's face. "Inked up. Rides for Telgar. Ya might catch'em by here sometime, looks like." An eye to Edyis. "As for I'zech, ya don' wanna meet him. He's a clutchmate of mine. Akluseth...ya mean Tacuseth?" The convict rider blinks at that one, enough for her to not even tease Edyis further on N'rek. "Yesia's green? That damn dragon of mine-" Yeah, she's not going to finish that. "Nearly pulled a knife on the girl, by the way." It's casually given. As for Sybile, she nods to Alida as she says, "She needs to save herself, I agree. We might can intervene this once. She's part of my crew, so, she'll learn one way or another. We'll go soon." « 'Bout time, brother, » Tacuseth sends on Ilicaeth coming back to Glacier, openly pleased. « I can' wrangle these bronzes without ya. They're takin' over! » Oh look, Ed is drinking, but it's hard to hide the faintest curl of a girlish self-satisfied smile behind that drink. Yesia's name has the dark-eyed young woman peeking about as though she suddenly might appear. "Yeah, Yesia's. Poor guy, he's too dumb to realize she'll cuddle up next to anything male. He is hopeless, I caught him flirting and it was just sad. I guess I should count my self-lucky that he lacks the ability to be suave." For Sybile, there is a thoughtful quiet. "The guy, what's he like? What do you know about him? Habits, vices, dirty laundry so to speak?" "What's 'e like? A pretty boy?" is noted both sagely and curiously of N'rek to Jo, something wicked again flashing behind Alida's eyes. There's a bit of a smirk-nod to word of Edyis not meeting I'zech, the woman finishing up her drink and simultaneously point-snickering at Jo's damning of Tacuseth. Blink. To both other women, "Yesia? What'd she do ta warrant Jo's 'almost?'" There's a nod for word of Sybile being one of Jo's people: Alida knows the other bluie insists on a certain standard for 'fellow conspirators'. And Ilicaeth? Why, he's now mentally standing in the center of Tacuseth's huge arena, sand and dust and grit swirling up beneath his fierce presence, a pair of swords somehow in each paw as he brandishes them at those offending (offensive?) bronzes! Get out! Raaaawr! "A bit pretty, yeah," Jo answers on the Telgari, her study more on Edyis than Alida with amusement curling her mouth. "A bit like me, even. Pretty with sharp edges," because she's pretty, right? "Met him while I was in Greenfields." On Yesia, the convict rider remarks in her usual crass way as she drinks, "Callin' me all sorts of names, that one. A slut'n a dirty criminal'n a murderer, she called me. Even if it is true, allegedly, she should've 'least been nice 'bout it. Girl's got some great lips'n tits on her, though," and yes, there's a whistle. While Tacuseth, in his delight, swirls with the visual of him and Ilicaeth standing down a bunch of bigger bronze dragons like badasses, "Akluseth may grow grow into himself, once he starts chasin'," she muses to Edyis on the matter. "He just may catch himself a queen in the future. As for Sybile's problem, well, I know he frequents the Rusty Nail'n likes his cards'n drink. Seems like he's there every night. Must live nearby, I'd say." Edyis is still drinking, or perhaps drinking more. Alida asks the damnedest questions, after all. That she can't stop grinning around her mug at the mention of N'rek's prettiness, is possibly telling. That it goes just a little wider, half hidden by her mug at the mention of Jo's prettiness is probably more telling. "I don't particularly care if he chases well, unless there's some purpose behind it." She offers cryptically, "I just want him to get over his silly crush because dear sweet Faranth if we end up catching Aeaeth ever, there could be blood." On the topic of the Rusty Nail? She seems thoughtful, leaning over her mug and propping elbows on the table. "Seems like he could stand a little investigating, I don't know Sybile though, depending on the kind of person he is, a physical show might just make her a challenge instead of warning him off." There's a bit of a knowing smirk settling on Alida's face for both other women's words of this N'rek, Alida dipping a 'casually testing' toe into the waters of friendship with her laconic, "Maybe I'll look 'im up, sometime." Brow waggle. Yesia's verbal assault on Jo, however, earns the other bluie a small frown. "She fuckin' lucky yer temper ain't like mine, 'r she might've been eatin' 'er teeth fer dinner." Pause. "I'm bettin' you still scared the livin' shit outta' 'er." With the shift conversation back to Edyis (and Akluseth) comes a more thoughtful expression, and a quick flicker of green eyes to Jo for just a second. Sip. To both weyrling and elder bluerider is murmured, "Been done before... Szadath 'n Arekoth. Think it'd be a nice, invigorating changeup if both these new golds got caught by browns." As for Ilicaeth, well, *he's* basking in the glory gained from being the favorite in Tacuseth's arena, the burly blue now back-to-back with his brother in 'crime,' wailing doom and kickassery on those petty bronzes! OOH-RAH! "There's never a purpose in how they chase, darlin'," Jo tells Edyis with a shake of her head. "They mate. It's what they do'n it's what we do. The dragons seem to care not whose rider is attached to what dragon they catch. Ya could hate the person but the sex would be satisfyin'." As for browns catching the golds, she adds with a wry look towards Alida, "One thing we've learned is that they're unpredictable. On the topic of Yesia and her green, there's a chuckle given for scaring the girl as she states, "In the end, we came to an understandin'. Tacuseth seems to be growin' a fondness for her green. To which, I imagine is what has Akluseth so upset." There's a look to Edyis at this, almost a query rather than a statement. "As for Syb," she goes on with a shrug, "she's Yesia, turns older. Ya won' like her much'n she has a temper. Still, she's part of where I come from, so I look after her. Men need a good show, anyway. I don' do anythin' half-assed." And of course, Tacuseth is basking, too. A pair blues glaring down Glacier bronzes! Edyis waits a beat or two before admitting somewhat timidly after Alida's statement; "He's here at least three or four times a seven." There's a skeptical arch of her brow in response to Jo's mention of the purposelessness of mating. "The fuck it doesn't, even if they mate mindlessly it can be put to a purpose." Whatever that means, as she lifts the mug. "It is indeed." Akluseth after all is always a safer topic. "He's just awkward and a goof, he'll get over it. " She lifts a shoulder for Syb, "Then she needs to show them she's more trouble than it's worth, and any further assistance should just be clear and bold emphasis." There's a twist of her lips, wry. "Well then.. maybe we should *make* a purpose outta browns chasin' gold tail..." Alida murmurs semi-cryptically to the air between all three riders before taking another sip of her layered drink. "Ak's still a teen. Give 'im some more time." Shrug. The way Jo speaks of Yesia has the younger bluerider casting a long eye at the other bluie, green eyes seeking to suss out any potential lead-ins as to how Jo 'handled' the uppity greenrider...up until the topic of Sybile assumes its place on the docket, again. "It's a 'job...'" (albeit a potentially fun one for the guard) "...as long as she doesn' start in on me too much." Unspoken: if Sybile gives Alida too much grief, she might just find herself with one lump extra to take home, after Alida's done dealing with her 'creeper.' To both women is muttered, "Anythin' worth doin's worth doin' all the way." If her tone didn't sound so casual, the flat chill in green eyes might seem a little frightening to some. When Edyis admits how often N'rek's been by, there's a whistle from Jo. "'N I haven' seen him? What, yer lockin' him up in that bed contraption of yers? Are ya lettin' him breathe, at least?" Yeah, poor Edyis will be teased about him now. Brown dragon catching golds earns a wry snort from her as she says, "A shame Tacuseth nor Ilicaeth won' have the pleasure instead." The convict rider catches that long look from Alida on the topic of the green weyrling and a quite innocent lifted-brow look is given in return. "I didn' hurt her, darlin'," she answers that silent question, her tone a touch wry. "Just made her cry a lil'." There's laughter on the topic of Sybile before she notes to Alida, "I, ahh, wouldn' go near her, then. Ya'll knock her senseless'n then I won' hear the last of it from her. "N anyway, some guys like girls like her," she adds to Edyis. "She hasn' changed much since I've first met her. Still, a guy needs a lesson taught. Might be fun." Right. For browns chasing she shrugs, "They don't have to catch, but seems like they might be able to tip the scales a little." She suggests in a mild tone that doesn't carry beyond the blueriders. At Jo's teasing, her ink-dark eyes go a little wide. "He - he hasn't complained...has he? I mean, is, is... is that not normal? I don't want to be a pest... just... it was fun... maybe I've been getting a little carried away." Sheepish, and ears pink, she glares now at her drink. "I have no idea what the etiquette is for these sorts of things." It's easier, safer to focus on Sybile. "I'm not planning on knocking anyone senseless, well. Unless it's needed." Alida was trying to blow by the whole 'N'rek' thing - she remembers how touchy she used to be about such things not so many Turns ago - but Jo and Edyis' continued 'bantering' about such earns a small grin from the blonde after she polishes off her drink. "'Nother one!" is barked out to the 'tender in a voice that sounds used to being heard in a crowd, the bluie then smirking dryly at Jo. "Ilicaeth'd be a good dad. He's kept vigil over a queen's eggs b'fore." Beat. "I think he'd even catch...in the first handfull'a minutes inta the chase. Shit; s'not like we need more golds 'r bronzes in an Interval, anyway." Grin. "Count me well-advised, then..." the woman murmus to her fellow bluerider of Sybile. "'S long as I c'n pound on some deservin' shit, I'm up fer it." There's a thrum of restrained eagerness wrapped up with professional 'ribbon' in her voice. "When?" "Don' think I've ever seen a blue chasin' in a goldflight," Jo ponders aloud with a small frown as she nurses her drink. "Dunno if they're even interested. Tac only stay enamoured with greens. I've never heard him show any interest in a queen. He'd make a good da though, like Ilicaeth would," she agrees with Alida in a nod. Edyis's words on N'rek draw amused laughter and a wry, "Nah, he doesn' kiss'n tell," she states. "I'm just teasin', darlin'. Ya make it fun, so, I'll do it often. I'm sure he's rather enjoyin' himself, too." A wink is tossed her way before she nods to them both catching a creeper. "Good," she says, making it settled. "It should be done as soon as we can. I don' like to let things like this fester. I'd ask I'zech, but he probably doesn' care what happens in his establishment. Not with one of my own. Anyway," and she sets her cup down with a sigh, "Tac tells me there's business to be done. I've probably lingered long 'nough around here." Of Blues chasing gold, there's a wrinkle of Edyis's brows. "I'd be afraid they'd do injury to themselves." She admits though she smiles at the thought of mini Tacuseths and Ilicaeths. That she seems incredibly relieved and more embarrassed at Jo's revelation probably shouldn't be too surprising. "I'zech has time to run a bar and ride?" This seems a novel idea despite the fact that she has seen F'manis do it. "When you say the word, not much left of weyrlinghood other than shadowing. Alida would be more useful though." Admission time. "Ilicaeth was seriously headin' towards chasin' Hraedhyth the last time she went up... but enough uv' the bronzes grouped ta'gether, mentally slapped 'im down." *She* hasn't forgotten it, even if her lifemate has...and apparently it still sticks in her craw some. Who's surprised. "He was always taken with Hrae, though. Super special, ta him." And likely still is, when his memory is jogged, like Alida is doing, now. Sigh. All the talk of screwing and pleasure seems to fly right by the blonde's ears, her stilled features touched by nothing aside from business-like neutrality, at the moment. "Just lemme' know, gimme a bit uv time if I'm busy..." is murmured to Jo, the woman accepting her second layered drink from a server soon after. Once he's retreated, Alida continues with, "He *expects* he'd get injured in a queen flight. Too many bronzes an' browns to piss off, wantin' a piece uv flesh from some 'uppity' blue." Snerk. "Not ta mention tryin' to hold a gigantic queen up." Snigger, sip. Blinkie. "I'zech owns this joint?" Snert. "Figures." Weasel. "Can't stand the heat anymore, eh?" is teased of Jo abandoning them for business. "Later, toots." Brow-waggle. It's at this point the Ilicaeth lightly breezes a mica-puffed swirl of golden sand in Tacuseth's arena: « Our women need ta meet up sometime really soon. Alida wants ta have a heart-ta-heart with Jo about stuff. » Heavier stuff, his rasping baritone seems to imply. "More like, they'll tire much faster'n the browns'n bronzes," Jo states about blues in a goldflight, shaking her head. There's a look of interest upon hearing about Ilicaeth trying to chase a gold, seeming to find it of note as she says, "Whoa, seriously? Man, I think the only gold Tacuseth could have been interested in was Iesaryth, but he does tend to treat the queens like they're his mothers or somethin'. Just as well. Wish I was there to have seen Ilicaeth's attempt, actually." Revealing that her clutchsibling runs the Rusty Nail gets a shrug from her as she looks from Edyis to Alida. "Sorta," she says. "Kinda. I dunno how he got it, but he did. Not sure what all he does with his time, really. But yeah, I'll let ya know when we're on the move to this creeper. Ya can jump his back or somethin'," she delivers this one to Edyis on finding something to do in help. She gets to her feet then, Alida's teasings earning her a wink with that brazen smile and a, "I always can, darlin'," in a counter to heat. "But a girl's gotta work so that she can shower her loves with gifts." Yeah, right. Nodding to Edyis, "Ya'll come find me sometime, hm?" she offers the invitation as she steps away, while Tacuseth's shadows touch upon Ilicaeth for his words. « Sooner than later, » he agrees fervently. « We might be needed in Tillek soon. I'll suggest to mine to invite ya along. » He seems confident to get his request through to his Jo. "Shit." She says of Ilicaeth chasing, clearly astonished. Still as discussion turns she nods to both blueriders, finishing off her drink. "I'm pretty handy with a bottle." Edyis offers with a grin in Alida's direction. Nodding as Jo departs, "Catch you soon." Staring at the remnants of her drink. "You just had to order something fancy." She teases the green eyed blond. Alida shakes her head briefly at both women. "He never even got ta the Pens ta blood. He was workin' 'imself up quick, though. Felt 'im chompin' the air, scrapin' the rock...felt the 'urge.'" Unspoken: the deep devotion, need, adoration...and the 'crazy' that Hraedhyth could inspire in Ilicaeth. "Don' expect he'll feel that fer either uv' our current two, though... Just like Tac had eyes only fer Iesaryth. Loyalty, devotion ta one special queen." For Jo, there's a bright little grin, and an almost dulcet, "Am *I* one uv' yer loves?" Long, pale lashes flutter girlishly at the dark-haired bluerider. Edyis' word of her own prowess with busted glass earns the brownling a chuckle and a definite nod. "She can, too, Jo." And perhaps more. "Nuh-uh," is noted briskly back to Edyis once Jo leaves. "I just wanted ta be surprised...in a complicated drinkie way. They did pretty damned good." Especially since she ordered another one! Up on the Rim, Ilicaeth nods his restrained enthusiasm to Tacuseth on both 'requests,' the younger blue awarding his bro not just a mental fistbump of comradery, but a quick, fierce squeeze of mind's shoulders, along with a good headbutt of chest. So what that they're not physically near each other?! The sentiment is firm: Brother. "Blue's as wild as you are, woman," Jo teases Alida (she really hasn't done it much in this session). "But yeah, Iesaryth was certainly Tac's not that remembers her too much these days. Been too long I guess." It's almost a veiled somberness there, easily covered over as she steps away from her chair. Alida's tease on loves earns her a step towards her before she drawls out, "Come at me when yer not wantin' to fight me. Ya only need to ask." Teeth bare in her tease-that's-suspiciously-not-really-a-tease before she wiggles fingers towards Edyis and says, "See ya 'round. Both of ya. Don' get caught playin' darts," with a nod towards the wings playing before finally, she heads out. As for Tacuseth, the blue's mental shadows envelope Ilicaeth in the ease of brotherhood. « Soon, brother, » he reiterates to him before his shadows and his mind withdraws, heralding the sense of the bluepair going Between. |
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