Logs:Wild Cards
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| RL Date: 22 May, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, R'hin, Jolan, Jayce |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and R'hin meet with her brother, as promised. |
| Where: Runner Pastures, Outside Keogh Hold |
| When: Day 23, Month 10, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Jothan/Mentions |
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| It's the dead of the night. The same night of the gather - long over - in Nabol. The moon is out, shining the only light seen from the far pastures belonging to Keogh Hold when Tacuseth winks in from Between. Having given the visual coordinates to Leiventh, the blue wheels in and lands far from where the runnerbeasts can be seen in order to not spook them. Jo emerges moments later, decked out in her black leather. Gone is the flirty shirt of earlier that day, the convict rider wrapping herself up in strong intimidation tactics. One would think she was going out to fight rather than meet a long-lost brother. She steps from her blue and looks toward where a large tree can be seen farther down, her dark gaze narrowing as if she could make out anyone waiting there in the shadows. Leiventh is content to play follower to the blue's lead, appearing out of between to the right of the smaller dragon. His descent is slower, but it's perhaps deliberate, with his rider taking the time to scope out the lay of the land. If there's tenseness in the recognition of the location, it's long gone by the time Leiventh lands and he's touching the ground. In contrast to Jo, he's gone less intimidating, and more understated, but it's no less a deliberate choice. With dark pants, a plain shirt and tunic, he could be forgiven for being some poor holder Jo's acquired along the way. The gleam of Leiventh's whirling eyes suggests he's watching, rather than settling to sleep as he normally might, and after a glance his way, the bronzerider steps to Jo's side, head cocked as he takes in her expression. "Expecting trouble?" he asks in a low voice, shifting his tunic briefly to resettle the knife there -- letting her know, too, of its presence, before the fold of the tunic conceals it again. Giving R'hin time to approach, his question gets promptly answered with, "I never know with this place." Jo's gaze catches that glint of his knife before meeting his gaze. "Jolan's a wild card. I don' like wild cards." With that, she starts to move - this time her hand straying comfortably towards the concealed wicked knife as she goes. Her steps are slow as she takes in whatever the shadows want to hide, murmuring, "Could be an ambush. Up ahead," and she nods sharply towards the large tree before adding, "When the moon falls, darlin'." Something now moves in the shadows by the tree, seeming to avoid wherever the moonlight touched. "Mm. I like wild cards," comes R'hin's response, laced with innuendo and a low-throated chuckle. "You make for some fun evenings." It's undoubtedly deliberate that he makes that comparison, and -- like Leiventh -- the bronzerider walks to the right side of the blue, steps casual rather than stalking, passive rather than aggressive, a slight slump leaking into his posture. As she speaks of an ambush, he nods, tightly, eyes flickering back and forth to catch any movement, stopping moments later with a touch to Jo's shoulder, a tip of head intended to draw her attention in that direction where he thought he saw something. Her mind seemign half-focused on the task ahead, it's hearing that taste of suggestion in his tone that had Jo flashing R'hin a look that could singe the pants off anybody before she says, "If only they were all as delectable as I am." She's not one to not rise to any occasion, after all, even if they were walking into an ambush. When he directs her attention before they both stop, she studies that area before she seems to consider something and then says, quietly, "Come on." She takes a few more steps before boldly breaking the quiet with a loud, "Sure hope that's Jolan up ahead! Can't imagine what would happen if someone not Jolan rushes up and gets shanked by me." "The Jolie I knew was afraid of the dark," Jolan's voice rises up from the shadows ahead now, and the Keogh guard from earlier steps into the moonlight, waiting for them with his hands carefully away from his pockets. "She would have obeyed her brother'n came alone, too," and his head slightly shifts to take in R'hin. More low-throated laughter follows from R'hin, though he manages not to suggest they abandon this meeting in favor of other activities. Just. If he's approving of Jo's plan of boldness, he's certainly quick enough to fall in line, slouching his way in her wake like a puppy tagging along after it's master. He gives Jolan an unthreatening once-over, twitches a shoulder, and adds, "I can go take a piss while you two talk. I don't mind; I'll just assume anyone else I run into is not your friend, and that you came alone, too?" "Well, I dunno what my baby sister has been up to all these turns," Jolan responds to R'hin as Jo leads him closer to the tree where he stands - arms now folding across his chest. "I dunno the sorts she's hangin' 'round with now. If yer anythin' like that git Deetan-" Jo cuts him off with a dry, "He's nothin' like that bastard. We're here. Whaddya want, brother?" Jo cuts off any talk on Deetan, now reaching into Jolan's personal space and stopping - and mirroring his stance. Jerking her head back towards R'hin, "Is he tellin' the truth? Yer not alone? Who's here?" - "Like I said," Jolan answers slowly, studying them both. "I dunno what ya been up to. Just as well if yer talkin' about shankin' someone. He won' come close so long as nothin' happens. I just wanna talk." The slight twitch of satisfaction from R'hin might well suggest it was a guess, and when confirmed he eases into a slouching posture a couple of steps away against another tree. "Well, then. Since we're all friendly, I'll just hang out here, eh?" That he takes a position where he can watch Jo's back is no coincidence, a slight turn of his body all that's needed to glance at the pair. Both Jo and Jolan watch R'hin as he settles, the former sending him a grateful smirk and the latter sending him a suspicious glare before they turn back to each other. "Fine, talk," Jo beats him to saying anything else, taking a step back. Jolan looks like he's comfortable in just glaring from her to R'hin for awhile before his expression smoothes out with a sigh and he runs a hand over his face and looks away. Concern creases his face where the hard suspicion used to be as he looks Jo over and says, "Fine. Why did'ja leave? Why didn' ya come back?" Jo seems to expect the direct questions for the convict rider snorts and shakes her head as she answers him back with, "Good to see ya never changed, Lan. I see ya became a guard, after all," and she nods at his attire. "Followin' in dear Jothan's footsteps, just like he wanted. How's the others doin'?" She was stalling, of course. She didn't answer any of those questions. It's obvious R'hin is interested -- in both the questions and answers, but too, he's silent, concentrating -- waiting for sharp eyes to pick out movement in the dark beyond the trees the small group is at. There is indeed movement nearby, and R'hin could probably catch that hint of a pale male face, also in guard garb before darkness takes him again. "Evasion tactics. Nice," Jolan ignores anything Jo sends his way instead of the answers he's asking for. Sarcasm touches his tone heavily. "Learned that from Deetan, too?" Jo's eyes are narrowed at this point, and it's a moment before she answers him with a blithe, "Ya know why I left. As for my not comin' back, well..." and there's a light shrug, as if she had merely forgotten. "Ya know. Hard to do that when yer locked up, darlin'. Hard to be 'fraid of the dark or interested in obeyin' anyone when ya spend yer nights lookin' for a knife in the gut, too. Happened anyway, but, still." Jolan's face blanches, and she adds in before he could speak, "What, daddy didn' tell ya I got locked up? He didn' tell ya it was for theft'n murder?" - "Wha-? Jolie, why would he even know-?" Jolan takes a step towards her, and he stops when he sees her hand fall firmly on a hilt at her side. Once he's marked the man, R'hin's gaze doesn't stop, though it does flicker back to that location now and then, to wait for another hint of movement, keeping track of the man's location just in case. Casually, he throws in, "Not every woman requires a man to teach her things. In case you hadn't noticed, your sister is awfully self-sufficient." A statement that is undoubtedly borne out by the flash of Jo's hand to her hilt. The bronzerider's gaze is on the pair of them, sharply, tension momentarily visible in his posture, before Jolan's cease of movement makes him ease back again, though his gaze lingers on Jo, with a slight twitch of cheek that might betray a frown. There's a sudden wind, where there was stillness a moment ago, intent and chilly: « Mine wishes to know; was this the one that framed you? » (To Tacuseth from Leiventh) Jolan's clearly confused, and disturbed by what he's just heard. "Jolie, I-" He stops and stares, blinking at her. "Ya were....locked up? For..." It's clear that he can't even repeat it. Silence reigns between siblings since Jo says nothing more, and her head turns a fraction towards R'hin when he speaks up. It takes a few blinks for Jolan to tear his gaze away from his sister in his shock to look towards the bronzerider and address him with, "She did before." Perhaps, in answer, Jo casually turns her back on Jolan and faces R'hin as she slowly shrugs out of her leather jacket to reveal the tank top underneath - and even moreso, the network of scars marring her body in the light. Her head turning as she lets him take in the scars, "The deepest one is on my thigh," she explain calmly to him. "A stab wound. Got it the same day I was taken to the mines." Jolan is speechless as he looks at her. His wind is buffeted with the heat of the desert, and the night's shadows slink in right behind it as his answer comes after considering moments, « This one doesn't know anything. The one called Deetan is the one. » It even comes with an image of the dark-haired man, not exactly sharp in focus. The line of tension leaves R'hin, and he eases back against the tree, fingers loosening from the abrupt fists. "Before," is all the bronzerider says, before subsiding into silence. He's watching keenly, taking in Jolan's reaction for a moment, before his gaze once again flickers across the trees around the pair. The intensity of those High Reaches winds eases, even if they don't completely abate, warned by the blue's desert heat. Leiventh isn't often interested in people, though he holds the image the blue shares for a few moments before it's whisked away by the wind. « We are here, » is all he says. (To Tacuseth from Leiventh) "I was involved in the theft, but I didn' kill that man," Jo states as she slides her jacket back on to send Jolan a hard look. "Deetan did'n he left me to rot for it." Her voice turns chilled talking about the man, her eyes hard as ice. Facing him fully, "So, what, huh? Ya want me to say that ya were right 'bout him? Ya think I wanna come back to 'I told'ja so's' with him gettin' all up in my face?" and she stabs a finger towards the direction of the hold. "I was ruined, Lan. I got out'n I was ruined. I couldn' go to ya'n you know it. I couldn' come back." Finally she falls silent, cursing, and Jolan merely stares at R'hin for a few moments, then her, then him again before saying, "I saw the dragons." It was a statement to draw Jo's gaze back to him before she looks over her shoulder back towards R'hin and where Tacuseth and Leiventh were hidden. Then, grimly to him, "Jolie's dead, darlin'," she tells him, slowly shaking her head. "She died a long time ago, back in those mines when no one came for her. Whoever left those mines, had Impressed ain' her. It's Jo, now." Tacuseth can feel the lingering from Leiventh, and it's the gratitude in the softening of those hot shadows that greet it. No words are even needed. When Jolan glances at him, R'hin's gaze rests on the guard, meeting his gaze, pale eyes watchful, even a little protective. But he keeps his distance and silence, gaze wandering again when the brother addresses his sister. Even the talk of their dragons doesn't earn his attention; it's Jo's latter statement that earns a twitch, as if he recognizes something familiar in the words, easing out a slow breath. Jolan seems to be taking in every word and every nuance, only nodding once Jo goes silent before he looks at her again. "Guess she is dead," he finally concedes, his gaze almost betraying no recognition of the woman standing before him. "I'm just....wished I had known. I could've done something'n she would be here." - "Jo ain' so bad," and the old callous and brazen bluerider flashes him one of her charismatic smiles. "Once ya get to know her, anyway. She's a little crazy. though. Fair warnin'." That gets a guffaw that sounds close to a laugh from Jolan, some of the tension in his frame easing. "Okay," he says on exhale. "So my baby sister's now a framed ex-convict dragonrider from who-knows-Weyr, all cut up like some Tillekian sailor after a wild night with a lusty whore. Takes some gettin' use to." - "Always the sensible one, you," Jo says back at the naming, rolling her eyes. But, soberly she adds, "Look, man, I'm sorry. I didn' seek ya out cuz I didn' know how deep in his pocket ya are. I didn' exactly leave the mines on good terms." "She's a wild-card," R'hin supplies from the sidelines, with a low-throated laugh. "But impossible not to admire." There's a genuine warmth in that statement, that lingers even as he flickers gaze between brother and sister. He can't help see the mood between the pair change, and he abruptly pushes away from the tree, retreating further back. Presumably to go see a man about a runner, but who knows; it might just be an excuse to give the siblings a private moment. One look at the man could tell that he was visibly mourning the sister he knew. Snorting at R'hin, "Yeah, well, good to see at least that hadn' changed." He watches R'hin leave before he addresses the last, answering back, "I was never in his pocket, Jo, even after ya left. Things got pretty bad when ya were gone. Lijo left not too long after," he reveals, mentioning the youngest of them all. "I thought he left to go after you." Once Jo returns that look R'hin sends before he steps away, her frown bleeds through on hearing about one of their brothers and she shakes her head. "Nah, never ran into him," she answers promptly. "I can look into it. What 'bout Alan'n Eran?" speaking of their eldest. Nodding, "Thought maybe he had gone the bad way, too," Jolan speaks of Lijo, leaving out the like you part. "If ya didn' see him in the mines, then... Ya know Alan, Jo. He's Jothan's shadow'n Eran is his. Guards through'n through." - "Yer a guard," Jo notes now, looking pointedly at his attire. R'hin's silent, when he wants to be -- but Jolan's companion is undoubtedly on the lookout, so he doesn't bother too much with keeping his approach utterly silent. "Got some dice, friend?" he calls in a low, easy voice. He can see the pair of siblings well enough from here, between the trees. The watching guard does spot R'hin easily and he steps partially into the light as he regards first Jo, then R'hin. Snorting softly, "Haven't been around guards that work with Jothan, have you?" is his answer as he studies him. He pats his pockets in answer of where dice could be. "I'm a guard," Jolan echoes Jo's observation. He even looks a little guilty. "Yeah, well. Once you'n Lij ran off, what other choice did I have? They made sure I wasn' goin' to do the same." Jo's face crinkles a bit before her lips part with likely another apology, but he cuts her off. "Really. It's fine. I wouldn' have survived out there like y'all, so it was best. 'Sides, I'm makin' a name for myself. Some of the guards regard me as a better Jothan'n Alan. I don' want there to end up bein' brother against brother for respect in the ranks, but, it's headin' that way." Jo nods to that, a bit sheepish before saying, "Yeah, I get it. Jothan always did like to put us against each other." Jolan nods a few times before finally closing the gap between them. "Look, uh, me'n Jayce're s'pose to be out patrollin' so we better get back. Ya...ya'll come back, right? Soon?" because he looks so hopeful, Jo can't seem to help the slight genuine grin that appears before she suddenly grabs him into a fierce hug. "Yeah," she says. "Tac'n I, we'll be back sometime." R'hin spreads his hands, as if to say 'guilty', casting about for a relatively flat piece of ground, gesturing for the guard to toss as he crouches. His gaze flickers towards the pair of siblings, lingering more on the sister than the brother. That look flickers away quickly as the pair hug, and he says gruffly to the other guard, "Couple of quick tosses; winner brings a drink next time." He seems sure there will be a next time. The guard named Jayce actually laughs, short as it is before he steps back and looks toward the siblings. "This needs to break up, anyway," he tells R'hin, the laughter gone. "We don't want to be caught." Just as well that Jo hugs her brother before releasing him and stepping away, straightening up her jacket as she says, "Next time, we talk proper. I'll fly ya into the Reaches for a drink'n if that daddy of ours has a tiff 'bout it, I'll just smash a bottle over his head." Jolan shakes his head with a slight smirk on his face, looking over to Jayce and signaling as he says, "Yeah, ya'll get me into as much trouble now as ya did then. We'll figure it out. Make sure ya'll keep to this side when ya fly out. Me'n Jayce'll cover ya. See ya around, Jolie. Jo," he deliberately corrects, nodding once to her before he slips back into the tree's darkness and presumably his rounds. "You'll regret not taking the opportunity while you could," R'hin says as he rises, giving a grin to Jayce that disappears the moment he turns away from the man, keeping an eye on the pair as they disappear, before he walks towards Jo. It's wordless, yet the way his gaze latches onto her fairly clearly suggests he's looking to see if everything's good with her. "Perhaps," an amused Jayce only says before he hears the signal and vanishes into the darkness. Perhaps R'hin can still feel a pair of eyes on him, however, as the guardpair returns to their posts, leaving them by the tree. Jo approaches him just as R'hin does, her face briefly showing a myriad of expressions that are hard to decipher before she meets his gaze and says, "I could use a very strong drink, darlin'. Hope yer payin'." She'll make it sound inviting, at least, even though she appears a little disturbed by the encounter. Aware of that pair of eyes on them, R'hin settles for a brush of his thumb against Jo's cheek, taking in her expression with a mixture of his own: wariness, perhaps even an odd hint of jealousy. "Of course. I know just the place." And he's moving, aiming to keep apace with her on the way back to their dragons. Leiventh's quick to share the image of a Cromese bar, some distance up the river from the Hold proper. Studying his gaze, there's that tiny moment of curiosity for what's seen there before Jo finally has the strength of composure. She leans briefly into that thumb on her cheek and then moves with him towards her dragon, this time willing to let him lead them to the place. She's lost in her thoughts due to the silence, taking Tacuseth to the skies with that Cromese bar in mind once Leiventh is airborne. Leiventh cuts a low path through the skies, giving them just enough airspace before they flicker between. It's raining in Crom, and the bronze is quick to descend, risking landing near the bar in deference to the weather, though once R'hin reaches the ground the bronze soars aloft again to find a perch further afield. R'hin moves to the over hang over the bar, running a hand through wet hair, pale eyes unerringly tracking Tacuseth and his rider. Once in Crom, Tacuseth follows Leiventh's lead and drops Jo before he flies to drier havens. Jo doesn't seem to mind the rain, her hair now framing her face and covering one eye as she takes a look around. Then she seeks R'hin out before heading towards the bar, breaking her silence with, "I'll have whatever yer havin'. I know ya got good taste." R'hin's grin serves as answer to that, as he steps inside the bar alongside her. It's not empty, but it's a little too far from the hold proper to be completely packed. The bronzerider heads straight for the bartender, sliding a coin onto the bar as he places the order. It doesn't take long for him to produce a half-filled bottle and a pair of glasses, to R'hin's nodding approval; he's guiding them to a table shortly after. It's one that suits them both -- relatively away from the other patrons and allowing them easy view of the bar's entrance. Quick to pour, R'hin nudges one of the glasses towards the bluerider, taking up the other. It's a dark liquor, strong enough to burn on the way down, but leaving a sort of plum taste. Jo watches the bronzerider work the moment he enters the bar. While deep in her thoughts, she studies the ease in which he gets a bottle and procures them a table. She settles into a lazy lean-back way as R'hin pours, giving those in the bar her casual regard and looking like she frequents this bar all the time. Once he nudges that glass, she leans over to take it up, salute him with it briefly, and down it all in one go. If it burns, there's only the thinning of her lips to indicate so. "Thanks," she says, the drink giving her the necessary fortification to speak. "Knew I needed somethin' stronger'n what I had in my flask." She sets the glass down and nudges it right back for a refill, watching him now. It doesn't take long for him to refill both their glasses, though R'hin for his part, doesn't immediately take the second after downing the first; his voice is rough with the alcohol as he says, "I'm shocked that you didn't come prepared, temptress. You're slipping," he accuses her, playfully. The humor fades, however, as he regards her steadily. "That didn't look easy. He still sees you as the girl he once knew. Take him a while to adjust, I'd say." A slight pause, as if hesitant. "You're going to see him again." Statement, not question. Laughing as this time she takes her time in downing the liquid, "Well," Jo answers on her slipping, "I've noticed that I have this tendency to not be in my right mind when I'm piss drunk, see," and she taps two fingers to her temple. "Crazy-drunk Jo wouldn' be all that received there than crazy-sober Jo." She grins at that, some private joke, but it fades in light of what R'hin says next. Some of the mask slips in place of that as she wipes a hand over her face - a gesture mirroring her brother's - as she leans back with that disturbed look on her face. "Yeah," she gives, her voice lower and heavier. "He always did see me as someone that needed him more than I did. Even then. Outta all of us? Jolan was the good guy. The real good, honest guard that folks'll follow. Had a hard time believin' the worst of anyone even then." Meeting R'hin's gaze, "Well, ya know me," she says to the end, raising the half-filled glass. "I could never resist trouble. If I see him, eventually Jothan will take notice." Yeah, blame it on trouble. "No, you could never," R'hin concedes with a twist of lips, lifting his glass towards her as if to toast that very thing, letting the liquid slide slowly down his throat. "Just--" he hesitates, grimacing. "You've changed, Jo. Lived a lifetime -- two -- while you were away from them. Just remember they might have, too. They may not be the people you remember, either." It's clear the bronzerider is concerned for her, though he's couching the protective notion as advice. "And your father...?" he cocks his head. Drinking it down, "Yeah, they have," Jo agrees on them changing. "Maybe Lan'll betray me to Jothan tonight. He wouldn' be the first, nor the last. I don' trust'em," and she looks at R'hin with no trace of that easy demeanor. "He's my brother'n I don' trust'em, but his loyalty can be tested." Draining the glass and setting it down, "As for my father," and her tone is colder, her eyes harder, "he'll live, at least." The promise brings a glint to her gaze as she adds, "Nah, I've got more important folks to chase. Deetan knows I'm lookin' for him. I should see if Lijo's dead or not." Nudging her glass, "Ya deal with yer family any?" she asks now, looking at the bottle. "Deetan," R'hin echoes, tasting the name. "Tell me about him. What he likes, who he likes, and what he likes to do with them. People can run, but they rarely run away from themselves. They take the things to do and say and like with them. That's how you find them. I'll help you find him," he promises. He, too, looks at the bottle a moment, before pouring, filling both glasses and downing his before he addresses her latter question. If there's reluctance in the way he answers with a shake of his head, it's muted, perhaps by the alcohol, or maybe by the fact that she asks it, and what he just saw. "No. I... like you, I haven't seen them in Turns, but it was my choice. It's better this way, for them. People who mean me harm can't hurt them. What I do can't ever come back on them, again." There's something curious in her dark gaze when R'hin asks about Deetan, and it's a few moments before she answers. "Jolan's right, ya know," Jo says soberly, her tone of clarity. "Deetan taught me almost everythin' I know. Made me like this. Before, under Jothan's thumb, I would've made a great guard. Better'n any of my brothers despite being a girl. The way Alida is, how hard she is, it would've been easy to go down that path." Pausing, "He likes recruitin', twistin' innocence," she explains coolly on Deetan. "It's a weakness. He hardly travels alone. Probly has new people with him. Theft, he's good at. He's not above killin' if it saves his ass. Most important, he doesn't trust anyone. Not even his crew. Has a whole scroll he wrote on the subject. Very few know 'bout him and I don' even set them on Deetan's path," she notes, her own protectiveness of him surfacing. "Man like him only goes down one way." She downs some of her filled glass as she listens on his family, nodding once at the reveal. "Clever," she states on his choice. "They must be good people. Can' say I would do the same for my own. Guess they won' ever even know the sacrifice ya made for them. A hard one." With a fleeting smile, R'hin says, "The Beowin Traders became my family. They pass through Nabol, through Keogh, Ogren, Crom, Telgar, Lemos, and more smaller holdings between." He traces his finger through some spilt beer on the table, drawing a half circle, then running a finger crossways. "You needn't set someone on his path. If he's a man who relies on familiarity with knowing their surroundings, and Keogh was once where he preyed, sooner or later, the Beowins will hear something, even if it's after the fact. If they hear, you'll be the first to know." A beat. "If you desire it. If not -- I understand the chase," with a dark chuckle. It fades after a moment, as he drops his gaze to his glass. "I don't know. If they're good, or bad, or dead. Bet they don't see it as sacrifice, so much as selfishness. It's possible they're right on that score, too." He's leaning forward to fill her glass, then downing his. When R'hin mentions the traders by name, there's a flare of recognition in Jo's gaze. "I remember them," she says, nodding. "I was really young when they came by. Traders, huh?" She looks at him anew before a lopsided grin spreads and she says, "Yeah, I can see it." The smile fading to something genuine, "If they're willin' to help, I'd appreciate it, darlin'," she tells him on the hunt. "If I find him, though....ya know what I will do." There was small hesitation there, but her gaze was steady as she studies him. "If ya want to save his life, keep him from me." She drains her glass then, just a shade of sway in her as she sets it back on the table. "Well," she says on that last, "Selfish or self-sacrifice is the same in my book. Same outcome. Things we do, we have to make those choices. s'why I can', ya know..." A hand wave. "Love. Weyrmatin'. Can' have someone burned over my shit." "They will, for a friend of mine," R'hin says with a nod. His gaze is on hers as he says, "I know what you'd do. Same thing I'd do." He exhales slowly, before he leans forward, stretching a hand to brush over hers, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing against her skin. "If I thought it would damage you to do it, I'd keep him from you. But I don't, and I've no love for a traitor." There's a brief cough of a laugh as she makes her point about selfishness. "You're probably right." He gives a nod of understanding, though his lips are twisting as he says, "If only we could actually control whether we loved or not." He doesn't seem inclined to linger on that particular subject, though: "What's your preference, temptress? Find a seedy bar for a decent fight? Or a warm barn for a roll in the hay? Or," with a low-throated-laugh, "Or in the furs, if you're humoring the old man." Letting her fingers play over his, "The damage I've had is already been done," Jo says with a touch of wryness before it fades. "We have an understandin'," she adds now on traitors, this smile giving a dark promise. "Ya give me much to think on. And, ya speak truly on controlin' love. Or lack of it." She smirks a bit on that before setting the glass down empty and winds her fingers in with his before pulling him towards her as she abruptly stands. "Dunno 'bout you," she answers his options, "but I can fuck'n fight anywhere. Let's get outta here." Of course Jo is never one to linger too much on morose topics, even though that brush of caress of her fingers against his is the lingering of her gratitude for the night. "For what it's worth, I like the Jo-that-is, far more than what I've heard of the Jolie-that-was. Damage doesn't mean broken," R'hin murmurs. "You speak a beautiful language, temptress," the Savannah rider replies with a laugh, rising as Jo pulls him towards her, bending head towards her, but not quite making contact, only giving a look full of promise. That caress of fingers earns a sidelong look, accepting the gratitude with silent ease as he guides them outside to their waiting dragons. |
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Alida (03:31, 23 May 2015 (EDT)) said...
For once....I'm glad this seems to have turned out okay. For now... >.> ^^
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