Logs:Wiggle Room
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| RL Date: 23 June, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo gets a visitor! She regales Shani of her risky pirate adventure; Shani regales her of possible future plans since her stepping down. |
| Where: Jo's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Rumbles and flashes of lightning intersperse between the periodic fall of snow throughout the day. There is humidity in the otherwise cold air. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| It's storming, lightning flashes and everything, and it seems to be the perfect sort of weather for this convict blue pair since Jo has her drapery pulled all the way back to let in the air and elements when most probably wouldn't. Tacuseth is like a ever vigilant gargoyle at his post, watching the skies while his rider busies herself with what looks to be letter writing. With her bronze firelizard at the table with her, as if he was waiting for orders, her writing stylus flies furiously over the hide before the glows, only pausing at the really loud rumbles of thunder rolling over her weyr. Her leather jacket is hanging on a hook by her riding leathers, leaving her with just a black tank top and riding leather pants on as she works. There's not much warning that Iesaryth is on her way, but then, the gold thinks Tacuseth doesn't need too much, not on a day like today with her and her rider both displeased with the storm's cold and wet. « Forgive the short notice. » The queen is polite enough, but she's quick to appear before the ledge and land after, with a huff of displeasure. Aishani hasn't gone out into the elements without a heavy hooded cloak-type raincoat to keep her mostly dry -- when she dismounts, she pulls it off with disgust, finding the least offensive place on the ledge to let the water run off. With the curtains open, she can see in to Jo at work, as well as the map; it's hard to say what seems to interest her more... but she goes with the bluerider for now, because the map can be examined later. "Do you mind a visitor?" Tacuseth, in a storm like this, seems to be more at ease than he should be. Perhaps the chaos a storm could bring is his element, a sharing much like his rider. By the time Iesaryth lands fully, the blue's already have moved to the side to accommodate her size. « Always welcome to our lair, queen, » he sends with smooth shadows and the din of a waiting crowd. Jo must have been alerted since she's stopped her writing to appear right at the threshold, waiting for Aishani to enter, gesturing her inside once the raincoat is off. The large map to one wall before her desk is highly detailed with additions pinned to spots here and there of places that seem to be of interest to the bluerider in the High Reaches. Some are even in color, mostly drawn by hand with some skill. To the question, "High time ya stopped by my place," is her answer to that, her lopsided grin appearing on her face as she gestures for the weyrwoman to hang her raincoat to an empty peg by the ledge as she returns to her desk to start making room. She hooks out an empty chair from the desk for her to sit, then adds, far too jauntily, "Nasty weather we've got, eh?" Iesaryth seems to appreciate the space and hospitality both, the roar of the waves deepened to underscore the crowd. Water is like shadow, as liquid and quick, able to find the places to drip and seep. She tries not to take up too much room even so, her tail tight about her as she settles. Hanging the raincoat up where she's directed, Aishani offers something of a rueful grin Jo's way, one that widens as she looks up and over the map, dark eyes darting around at the notes. "Apparently. You were understating the... scope of your project here. Is this for your work?" Fascinated, she steps a bit closer before the scrape of wood on stone snaps her out of her thoughts. Starting for the chair, nose wrinkling, "It's typical, is it not? Literally or metaphorically, storm after storm. Until the winter is over. How are you?" Shadows of Tacuseth blend in with the waters of Iesaryth - a kinship, a camaraderie present between them, even without words exchanged. Jo moves to the other side of the weyr to grab one of the bottles lined up as she idly watches Aishani study her map. She grins at the question, approaching with the cork being pulled one-handed before she answers on the map project. Her chin darting towards that section of the wall, "There's manages to be always something new to discover, when ya venture out into it," she explains on the additions added. "I've been thinkin' of addin' beyond the Reaches to the rest of the walls. Sort of started over there-" she gestures down towards the end "-with addin' in Crom. For work? Yeah, ya can say that," and she steps forward to set the bottle down on the desk. "Always need places to store somethin', or someone for a time. The paths less traveled are my personal favorites." As for the weather, she straightens up and looks toward the ledge as she says, "I dunno. Always been a fan of storms." Meeting the goldrider's gaze then, "A lot of trouble can happen durin' a storm," which, she must be drawn to. "I'm good, though. Still got this bump on my head," she wiggles fingers into the very spot hidden by hair, "but I'm good. I'll tell ya about it. Sit and drink with me. Been meanin' to stop by sooner, but I figure ya were busy of late?" She looks at her, then reclaims her chair. Turning back to look up at the map again, Aishani is thoughtful. "I wonder if you ought to add some of the routes we used to travel. There's the usual travelled ones, but everyone knows this back way or that. It's really quite impressive. I might have to get you to make some updates... or come up here and do them on my own. And the various areas make sense. Sometimes, I think it's better to hide something under everyone's nose, but..." A little shrug for that. She would. "Good to know those places in case someone decides to store something there as well, yes? What a shame if it were left unattended." There's something of a grin for Jo and 'trouble', though that fades as fingers are wiggled. "From what? What happened?" Her own issues are pushed aside with a wave of her hand, a distracted smirk. "I have nothing but time at the moment." Chuckling, "I enjoy our friendship, and, my obsession with knowin' every single path and hill and valley and mountain isn' a secret," Jo states on the first, stretching her arms above her head. "Yer welcome to make whatever changes ya like, me present or not, darlin'. Even if ya need to just get away and stay in at the same time." With a little smirk as she lets her shoulder joints crack, "None would think to find ya up here," she notes casually. "Anyway, that's always a work in progress. I doubt I'll ever be done with it, and if I end up switchin' weyrs, I'd have to redo everythin' again." Now she drops her arms with hand going to where the bump is as she reaches forward for the bottle. Some of her easiness fades at the question of the bump's origins, a light scowl stealing over her as she fits Aishani with a look and a, "Looks like my investigatin' on those pirates got somewhere....or not," she explain in a low growl. "Found this dive on the docks I haven' been to before. All fishy-lookin' folk and the bartender even stiffed me my whiskey!" If anything, this sounds like the worst offense of all to the convict rider. "Was, ya know, askin' where I can talk to the bastards and the man just warned me and ran like someone lit a fire under his ass. Place got pretty quiet after that, too, and before I could blink, some git was tryin' to put the drop on me from behind, right where that bartender had gone. I'm talkin', I was about to be kidnapped'n sacked'n everythin' if I hadn' turned around when I did." Still smirking faintly, "I imagine you're right about that. No one would think to look, unless she were on the ledge." A tilt of Aishani's dark head back towards the dragons. "And I wouldn't think to change it myself, no... I'm not sure what's important to you and not. We all have our little shorthand, I think... but I can offer suggestions." Switching weyrs gets Jo an 'are you crazy' glance as she asks, "You want to give this up to some weyrling? Or would you deal with it before you go?" The questions are really incidental next to the story, however, and the goldrider grimaces. "Somewhere, I think, if they were going to try to kidnap you," she notes, brows coming together, concerned. "You should have someone wait nearby, next time. Even if it's just to rough up cheap barkeeps." A little smile is tried on, but she's worried, obviously. "Did you get in a fight?" "Additions are always welcome, either way," Jo is easy on that matter, tipping the bottle to her lips for a drink before tipping it Aishani's way. "I'm sure there's paths ya know that aren' up there, even though I like to pride myself on knowin' almost all of them." To the crazy look of switching weyrs, there's open laughter and a flicker of a lifted hand before she answers, "Oh, if I should leave this place, the whole weyr would be scrubbed and wiped from top to bottom, never fear," she drawls on that score. "I don' like to leave a trace of myself behind. Greenfields taught me that. That map there would be scraped off and painted over with somethin' garish and probably crude. Maybe I'll get someone to paint an all-female orgy over it. Best to distract with an even better distraction, I think. I don' plan to move anytime soon, by the way." Turning back to her story, the bluerider does give a bit of a sheepish look, saying back, "I probably should have taken M'ron and Kait with me, but somethin' told me those pirates weren' goin' to talk to me otherwise. Even Tac got a bit ruffled when they all surrounded me and the git with the sack told me I had no choice but to go with them with it over my head. I know," she lifts a hand, "that was a risky move to go along with it. I didn' think I was in too much danger. If they really wanted to do me in, there was no way I was goin' to survive ten men to one, darlin'. They stayed their knives. They just wanted to talk, so I caved. It's not the craziest thing I've ever done." Taking the bottle to lift it to her own lips, Aishani nods once. "I hope so. And... I suppose that might encourage one to paint over rather than look under, pornography." Another brief smirk, another drink, and she'll set the bottle back on the table for the bluerider. For the sheepish look from Jo, she merely has a purse of her lips before, "They could have waited not far off, either of them. You're no good to anyone if you get yourself killed. And Tacuseth likely had the right of it." Going blindly with a bunch of men with knives has fine brows arch high. "Jo. That's insane. Even if it's not in the top ten of 'crazy things Jo's done'. It doesn't matter that much. Surely someone can be bribed. Especially in that sort of place." She's not telling the other woman anything she doesn't know, but: "Why do you think they let you go after you talked? I'm assuming you must have. Because you're a rider?" Nodding, pleased that she gets it on the painted pornography, "Always best to leave stimulatin' one's senses, right?" Jo puts it like that before she's chuckling again. She takes the bottle up once Aishani's done, "Yeah, I'd imagine Zach would be beside himself, too," she admits on the bronzerider, acknowledging it. "It was reckless, I know, but these folks...I had a gut feelin' and was followin' it. Next time, I'll make sure there's someone else nearby, but I ain' lettin' anyone get the drop on me like that again. Not if I can help it." Returning to her story, "They didn' know I was a rider," she continues, answering that last. "They never know that I am. Next thing I know, I'm bein' carted somewhere dank and wet. Underground? Echoes...that's all I could tell. They kept the bag over my head and there was this smarmy guy talkin' me up now while I was dropped into a chair." Looking in interest at her, "This guy sounded cultivated," she explains evenly, all jokes aside. "In all the turns I've been workin', I'd know a cultivated man from not. Whole time I'm thinkin', what's he doin' bein' a pirate? Anyway," she waves that off, "he's all handsy all over me, which, I'm suggestin' we could take this to the next level if he just take the sack off me. He's tellin' me how he doesn' like folks up in his business'n shit, wonderin' why I was interested in those walkin' the dark path, why and what I wanted to know about them. Then he starts thinkin' I wanna know what was in that ship they attacked worth stealin'." She pauses, looking significantly at the weyrwoman now. Shani doesn't comment on what Z'ian may or may not think about Jo's exploits -- she just purses her lips and says nothing at all, which, given the givens, is likely the most positive she might be for some time. "It was. Reckless. And you'd better. I need people like you around. If only for my own sanity." That last is wry, and she looks down into her lap briefly, expression shading a little wistful. But she nods and she listens intently, dark eyes serious. "Like I do? Or like someone harper-trained does?" The differences are subtle, but; "Like someone who made himself sound that way, or was taught?" The younger woman is a little grossed out by the idea of being touched in some cave by a creepy dude, and the wrinkle of her nose says as much. "Ugh. And... that's interesting. I mean, it all is. But first, was this person thinking you were looking into another matter? And then realized it was about that ship?" There's a moment before, "C'wlin said what was on the ship was the target, the same thing. Everyone's terribly interested in that particular cargo." Hands spreading outward, "I'm not goin' anywhere, darlin'," Jo is cocky in saying, fully believing so. "Need ya not fear. I'm far too hardy to end up six feet under just yet." Taking another drink before she passes the bottle over, "I think...he's crafty, yes," she answers on the unseen man. "Made himself sound that way. I almost thought holdbred, but...nah, I think there was more to him. Like me. I was fascinated, I'll admit. As to what he was thinkin', he seemed more interested in figurin' out where I was from. Who I was. I spoke at length about me buttin' out of his business, which, he clearly went through the lengths to make sure the point stuck with me," and she scowls, patting that same side of her head. "He was the one the brought up the cargo, so I went along with it. Was tryin' to drag outta him what that cargo is, but he's askin' me if I knew what it was. As if he didn' know himself. He figured I was from the Weyr then, which he said was interestin, then proceeded to say that we could've made some sort of deal if I had known more about the ship than he did. I tried to glean more from him - that, we could do whatever deal he wanted, just to keep him talkin' - but next thing, I'm gettin' hit at the back of my head. Last words I remember from him was him sayin' 'See what he does with the ones he caught'. That's it," and she shakes her head sourly. "I wake up in a completely different place, nowhere near that damned dive with a nasty bump on my head and feelin' like I did a whole lotta boozin' the night before and can' remember a minute of it. Tried goin' back to that dive recently and the whole place has changed. No pirate-lookin' men, no bartender shirkin' whiskey bottles. Kinda pissed me off, even." Now she's does, exhaling as she settles back against her chair. Aishani herself might just suffer from a bit of overconfidence herself, but that doesn't mean she can't give Jo the side-eye for thinking she can handle just about any situation. Though if the bluerider had actually been scared, would she admit it any more than Shani might? No. Her expression doesn't change much as she continues to follow the story, trying to take it all it. "Do you think that you'd know him to hear him?" she asks, then; "That business isn't necessarily the same business, but interested in the same thing..." There's a wince for getting whacked in the back of the head, and an uncertain glance. "I think you were smart to keep him talking, and better that he thought you were from the Weyr. It might have kept you from worse." As usual, always on the lookout for positives. "When did it happen? Before the 'pirates' at the Hold were released, or after?" Reaching for the bottle, she tells the other woman, with a smirk, "No honor amongst thieves. I'll go with you myself next time rather than chance you unconscious with a bunch of sketchy men, thank you." A shudder, she can't even imagine. "Yes," Jo is very quick and firm in answering on knowing him by voice. "Maybe by his touch, too. Ya can be surprised what ya can pick up better without sight to guide ya. He seemed so certain that he'll never run into me again, and I'd like to prove him wrong. I'd like to walk up to that smug bastard with his hands and punch him right in the face." When Aishani speaks on it being good that it was known she was from the Weyr, "Perhaps," she states on that. "For some, though, it wouldn't've matter the slightest. He did have a knife at my throat at some point. I remember makin' a joke about it." Even in the thick of times, Jo can find the humor in things. "I was told they were still locked up," she answers now evenly, "though I know that to be untrue. Them men in there looked like they could've been downright pirates themselves and I'm inclined to believe it. I dunno who that handsy man was, but I'm assumin' those pirates deferred to him in some way. Got me all curious about this cargo, too." The last have her smirking though, the woman inclining her head to those sentiments as he responds back with, "I think we'd make a right pair, darlin'! I reckon, if I had walked in with Kait and M'ron, there would have been a fight involved. They didn' fear much from little ole' feminine me. I won' be so reckless next time with a damn bump on my head." "Hm." Aishani's fine brows are furrowed in thought still, lips pursed. "If he had a knife to your throat, let's make sure that punching is the least of what you do, yes? Bars don't just disappear, people have to operate out of somewhere. If..." A grimace. "If we'd been able to look right then, there'd only be so far they could go without dragons, the barkeep, the others. Ought to plot it out even so. People might be able to ask some questions in the right places? And wait." She holds up a hand, passing the bottle back. "The bar-pirates are different than the Hold-pirates? They need better names. What are we drinking?" Because it's not helping with the confusion. "The Hold-pirates were after some cargo but they didn't know or say what it was, the bar-pirates don't know what the cargo was... someone has to know. The ship had a crew, it came from somewhere." Lapsing into silence momentarily, she eventually notes, "They could have waited. But yes, I hide my knives fairly well. Next time." A pause. "There may be a need to... buy a few things to add to the stores. I assume you know some places where we could make some deals if it comes to that?" "I suppose, that's where this could be of some use," and Jo turns her head towards her large, detailed map, the smirk planted on her face for finding those that had taken her. "I've even pinpointed where they dumped me and how far it was from the dive. Tac filled in the rest. I agree. Folks don't vanish overnight, and bars don't have a sudden makeover in days." She takes the bottle back then, answering on the pirates themselves with a shake of her head. "I believe they're one and the same," she says on Hold and bar pirates, a dark twinkling in her gaze before she takes a drink. "Although, I had a thought while he was holdin' a knife to me." Pausing, "What if they aren' pirates at all?" she question pointedly. "What if the handsy man paid for those men to attack that ship? Cuz, I've seen the men, and I didn' need to see the handsy one. I bet my left tit that the handsy one looked a lot cleaner than they did. Mercenaries playin' at bein' pirates? Or, maybe they are and were bought anyway just to steal that cargo. How did they know it would be there, near the Hold? And why was the handsy one so interested in me bein' from the Weyr?" Too many questions, all falling from her lips. "I can' even make heads or tails about that last thing he said before I passed out. I mean, this was what I got - somethin', but nothin' all at once." Which doesn't sit well with the convict rider by the look on her face. When Aishani brings attention to the bottle, now she looks at it and blinks. "Oh, it's Bitran. Brandy," she gives, holding the bottle up briefly. "Guess we better slow down with this." She pauses on the last though, giving it some thought before she gives a grave nod. "I know places," she answers knowingly. "If it comes to that. I'll take care of it. Whatever ya need, darlin'." "I suppose, that's where this could be of some use," and Jo turns her head towards her large, detailed map, the smirk planted on her face for finding those that had taken her. "I've even pinpointed where they dumped me and how far it was from the dive. Tac filled in the rest. I agree. Folks don't vanish overnight, and bars don't have a sudden makeover in days." She takes the bottle back then, answering on the pirates themselves with a shake of her head. "I believe they're one and the same," she says on Hold and bar pirates, a dark twinkling in her gaze before she takes a drink. "Although, I had a thought while he was holdin' a knife to me." Pausing, "What if they aren' pirates at all?" she question pointedly. "What if the handsy man paid for those men to attack that ship? Cuz, I've seen the men, and I didn' need to see the handsy one. I bet my left tit that the handsy one looked a lot cleaner than they did. Mercenaries playin' at bein' pirates? Or, maybe they are and were bought anyway just to steal that cargo. How did they know it would be there, near the Hold? And why was the handsy one so interested in me bein' from the Weyr?" Too many questions, all falling from her lips. "I can' even make heads or tails about that last thing he said before I passed out. I mean, this was what I got - somethin', but nothin' all at once." Which doesn't sit well with the convict rider by the look on her face. When Aishani brings attention to the bottle, now she looks at it and blinks. "Oh, it's Bitran. Brandy," she gives, holding the bottle up briefly. "Guess we better slow down with this." She pauses on the last though, giving it some thought before she gives a grave nod. "I know places," she answers knowingly. "If it comes to that. I'll take care of it. Whatever ya need, darlin'." "Show me later?" asks Aishani, who -- slouched down a bit, legs crossed at ankle rather than knee -- doesn't look like she really wants to bother getting up to look at the moment. With a glance to the map, "That's good as well. Only so far they could move you without someone noticing." Tilting her head as she listens, she's suddenly nodding to Jo emphatically, agreeing, "It's entirely likely, the hiring. Since when has piracy been an issue? And what might it provide excuses for? The shipbuilding that High Reaches has suddenly rediscovered?" With a slight smirk, "There might be interest in the Weyr from most, as people want us out of their business. But particular Holds seem to have particular interest in our movements. I wonder. By the way, Taikrin's been whoring out your wing for fetch-and-carry without so much as a favor promised." Even though the bluerider's said 'slow down', that leaves enough of a bad taste in her mouth that she has to drink again just kill it. "It likely will. When it does, not a word to anyone. I won't have these people think I'm buying forgiveness I neither want nor need." If she weren't inside, she might spit on the floor in disgust. Jo nods to showing the weyrwoman where on the map later, keeping her gaze riveted on her. She leans forward a bit when they talk on her theories involving the pirates, one corner of her mouth lifting to what's being said. "Exactly," she states on piracy ever being an issue. "Renegades are renegades, right? And thieves are thieves, no matter on land or over water. Sudden interests in shipbuildin' would be somethin' worthy of checkin' out, I think. Seems like, a lot of roads are leadin' back to the High Reaches, don' it?" She lets that sink in before she raises a brow on Taikrin, leaning back at hearing about her wing. "I think I've heard somethin' about that," she mentions almost dryly. "of course, I wasn' let in on the loop, but I did wonder why C'gav was poppin' in and out of certain places he usually didn' be at before. Ya talked to her about it?" Chin lifting a bit now, "That have anythin' to do with me seein' yer knot hangin' up in the living cavern the other day? Since there's a big pink wherry hangin' out in this room with us." She passes that bottle over despite her warning, after having taken a drink of it herself, of course. To that last, "I'm a girl of many secrets," she drawls. "The only thing heard from me is who I fucked the other night. These people." Her chin drops, fitting a look onto the goldrider now. "Maybe. I wouldn't put it past anyone there. Thieves that aren't any good at sailing'd be more likely to screw up piracy, besides. But I always wonder when all signs seem to point to the obvious, if there's a reason for that beyond the obvious." Aishani glances over to the map again, as if might suddenly put forth an answer that hasn't been there before. With a sharp crack of a laugh, "Talked. I suppose you could say there were words said." Shaking her head slowly, looking back to Jo, "It has something to do with it, but I suppose it's something of a last straw. If everyone's going to do whatever the fuck they want, I certainly can as well. I quit, they're all welcome to run things as they see fit." She gives a lazy salute. Enjoy. A delicate little nose wrinkle for the topic of where the bluerider's been -- ew, she doesn't want to know! -- before darkly, "Ingrates. Why let this place kill me like my father, or Iolene or any of the others. I'm done." Not totally, not by her conversation or plans, apparently. Or that's just what she wants to do right now. "Evidently they aren' all that clever," Jo remarks breezily, "if they failed to get the cargo they were paid to get. They don' even know what it is that they're stealin'! If I was bein' paid to knick somethin', I wouldn' even agree to it unless they told me what it was I'm to steal. That way I can decide whether to up my price for it or not." The rules of thievery. "I find these pirates curious, for that reason alone. Dependin' on if they really are or not." Turning from that to the present, and settling back more comfortably with her hands both resting on armrests as she listens, "Taikrin is hard to get along with," she admits wryly, "but I'm surprised ya two had a fallin' out. Certainly explains a lot of things goin' down lately." With a tick of her lips, "I'm surprised ya haven' punched my Zach in the face for what he done with that tithe," she notes as well, having clearly heard. "Seems like, they all will do what they can to undermine ya. As if they have the better solution since talkin' about it is out of the question. If they're in charge, what now?" She lets that question, perhaps rhetorical, hang. "K'del must be beside himself with the rest of them. The evil Vijay that takes away tithes has banished herself to her lair so they can all breathe easy." She snorts, shaking her head, "Leadin' this place," she muses, "it's an ungrateful title. As far as I'm concerned, they're welcomed to it. Doesn' stop my work, and, it certainly doesn' stop yers." Leaning forward, "Steppin' down gives ya a bit more wiggle room to step a bit more into the shadows, where folks like you and I belong, in haughty places like this," she adds in a low, significant voice. "Good point," Aishani agrees dryly. "I would demand to know. There's no telling what sort of cargo might cause what sort of problems. A little difficult to plan. Unless they were paid so well as to not ask questions. I can't imagine how much that would have to be." As for the maybe-Weyrleader, the goldrider can only press her lips together before she notes, "If I'd known she'd known, perhaps the tithe would not have come to the point it did. I don't regret it though. And perhaps I still will punch him. Or I'll find something else that's equally satisfying." As Jo speaks, she fairly beams over at the bluerider, smile brilliant. "Exactly. No one listens; everyone thinks they know better, from the bloody weyrlings on up. I'm a goldrider now, not a weyrwoman. My duties are precisely what I want them to be. I'm interested to see how it goes." She picks up the bottle to drink to that, then noting, "It certainly does not, nor does it change any of the dealings we currently have, though I'm willing to renegotiate. And speaking of wiggle room..." Arching fine brows, "That man, he wanted to buy information on the ship? What else do you think he might pay for? I wonder." "If they're paid that well," Jo muses with a slight frown, "then perhaps we're dealin' with a Hold after all. Or maybe someone like Greenfields, but even they wouldn' throw marks so needlessly like that. Maybe it's just the handsy man that got paid, and those pirates defer to him. If so, it still doesn' explain why he was askin' me what the cargo was from the ship they were attackin'." There's some frustration in her voice from all the possibilities being listed. There's a slight smirk on account of punching Z'ian, the bluerider spreading out her hands as she says, "In this, even I can' fault. But he's won, and he's gotten what he wanted, along with those he stands with. I reckon they'll put everythin' back to right and proper again." Chuckling to that toast, "Meanwhile, there's work to be done." Beyond the Weyr, within the Weyr - it's all the same to Jo. Speaking of renegotiate, the bluerider inclines her head to that for a moment before stating, "Look, if Greenfields backs away cuz yer ain' runnin' things anymore, I might have a group of folks that might be interested in yer family. They're more trader than shady, but I do a lot of favors for them, and them for me here and there. They're just as discrete and the Trademaster's a little easier to deal with. I'll keep them in mind." To the last, though, she nods to the man buying information though she says, "He wanted to deal, if I had known somethin'. Yer thinkin' he'd be interested in somethin' else? How do we even find him again?" Something she clearly wants to do. "Well, it either some how made it to the Hold, or it's at the bottom of the ocean with that boat. Which isn't to say that couldn't be looked at, but timing would be key in that situation." Aishani just shrugs, sighs, rolls dark eyes to stare up at the ceiling of the weyr, chin tilted back. "If you call winning be default 'winning', I suppose. It's unfortunate, though. I thought we'd worked things out, but apparently not. Very unfortunate." She certainly sounds sad, but maybe that's for Jo, less for the bronzerider. "As for right and proper... we'll see how it goes. I'm certainly not helping." No, she's drinking here with Jo, clearly. Looking across the table again, perhaps just a little blearily, "I appreciate that. I think I can still negotiate, though. They don't take your keys or your dragon away, after all." After a grin, she lifts hands up in a 'who knows?' gesture. "Everyone loves to be informed, don't they. As for finding... show me on the map before I go." Because that'll work so well now, after drinking and all, but it's a good effort. The first gets a slight frown Jo, for it's hard to dispute that so all she can do is nod to it. On default wins, there's a light shrug as she reaches for the bottle of brandy and takes a drink before saying, "They'll take what they can get, I wager. 'Sides, I was under the impression Taikrin and ya had mad designs on the Weyr, so a default win's in their favor." There's a coloring of concern in her voice though, especially when Aishani mentions how unfortunate things turned out, leaving her in silence for a bit before she states, "If they all think their way's better, there was nothin' ya could've said otherwise, darlin'," soberly. "Given the circumstances, ya did what ya could. Now all that's left is sit back, watch, and have good drinks with yer friends." That bottle does get lifted as if in an honor to it, and on negotiations, the woman is easy. "There's still plenty of time," she agrees. "Just lettin' ya know there's another option. Always good to have." Then she gets to her feet, gesturing towards the map to signal an end of their heavy conversation as she says, "Come on. I'll show ya where it went down..." And she does, between more drinking and the rumbling of the storm outside before Jo and Tacuseth bid the gold pair well and make sure they make it back to their weyr safe and sound. "Oh, there's always more to do," Shani murmurs, but she'll just trail after Jo and let her point out everything on the map. And hopefully not be too drunk when she has to get up on Iesaryth to head back to that weyr. |
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