Logs:With All Due Respect
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| RL Date: 6 March, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida comes upon a briefly resting Jo and Tacuseth. The two chat on a lot of things with each learning something about the other. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions |
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| It's a decent, snowy evening. Jo is found out here by the far end of the lake shore with her blue dragon, Tacuseth. She seems to have just touched down from someplace since she's in the full attire of riding gear and black riding leathers, even though she's in the process of pulling the helmet off her head along with the eye goggles. She settles on the nearby bench and is unfastening the clasps down her jacket to pull something from one of the inner pockets, after she drops the helmet and goggles off beside her. Through the thick, heavy snowfall marches Alida, her own means of locomotion the traditional human kind. And though she has to trudge and push through some drifts and larger accumulations, the heavily-clad woman is not dissuaded. As the lake slowly appears before her goggled gaze, alert eyes might also make out the crate the candidate is carrying upon one of her strong shoulders, balanced by one hand. At this point, the thick snowfall and white conditions are still disguising stuff in the distance. Trudge, trudge. Jo could probably hear the sounds of footfalls since she looks in Alida's direction, but the other is too far off for her to give any acknowledgement. For now, she's busy at loosening the drawstring of the pouch she had pulled from within her jacket her head drawn down to look into its depths as she hefts it in one hand. The clinking sound could be familiar to one used to handling currency, the convict rider looking to be counting what's inside in the snowy silence. Though it takes another minute, Alida's finally within oggling distance of the Lake, her crunching steps through the snow quite obvious, by now. Into her own view hovers the scene of one blue dragon and his rider, Jo's form slowly picked out through precipitation and glare, 'lida giving a faint sigh to herself behind her thick scarf. Still, only one rider here is tolerable in her book, so the blonde lifts a mittened hand in a small wave to the pair, then moving around the water's edge until she's as sheltered as can be...and plunks her crate down onto the snow. Depending upon how close she is to rider and dragon, goggled-covered greens might be found parsing whatever action Jo's up to. Tacuseth's head turns sharply first, and perhaps something passes between rider and dragon since Jo is looking when Alida is in full view. Recognition glints in her dark eyes as she snaps the drawstring of the pouch shut and straightens up, watching her in open silence before the small wave is given. There's a lopsided grin to that before the bluerider jerks her chin in a nod meant for a greeting, then that gaze drops down almost pointedly towards the crate. Meeting her gaze, "Haven' seen ya around, guard," she drawls then, settling the pouch back into an inner jacket pocket. "Thought maybe ya moved on from this place." Not surprised when Jo actually speaks, Alida calls out to her through warming layers of outerwear, "You musta' been outta' the loop, then." Within cover, a low, darkly ironic snort is given only to herself. No, she's not going to speak of her Searched condition, of being ejected from the Galleries sans escort, or whatever. As the candidate shifts around her big crate in order to make it more level and secure, shielded greens peer up at Tacuseth, taking in the blue's looks, his potential mood. Tacuseth seems trained on Alida, watching her as rapt as his rider. He folds his wings back slowly, seeming calm despite his rigid stance. "Tac and I don' stick to the Weyr all that much," comes from Jo with just the right inflection of sardonic humor. Looking her over, "What, ya insulted someone new and they knocked ya out? I don' really see a black eye from here..." and she makes a show of actually looking at Alida's face from where she's sitting. When the guard looks towards her blue, then she adds, "That's Tacuseth. He won' attack, as far as I know," she adds, perhaps taking in the way the dragon is looked at with amusement. Caution around dragons is Alida's word of the day - especially after pissing off Hraedhyth - the palest-blonde finally taking a seat on the wooden crate...half facing the dragonrider pair, half the lake itself. "Lemme guess... Ista?" the seated one inquires around a hidden smirk, her greens looking rather forwardly into Tacuseth's huge and complex gaze. If she's ill-at-ease, the guard hides it well. At the black eye comment comes a laconic, slightly smirky, "Nah...y'd have ta' go look up yer brownie H'kon fer *that* little treasure." Cue a sudden and raucous bark of dark humor on the cold air - much like a strangulated hyena - that leaves only a hint of steaming breath emerging from behind the gal's scarf. Dragon watches guard and guard watches dragon. One would think Tacuseth was starting a staring match with Alida. "What's in Ista?" Jo puts to her then blithely with a look. "If ya mean the brothels, darlin', I don' need to pay to get a woman." It's the last that draws more of her attention, though, the bluerider lifting a brow at the mere mention of H'kon. She looks the guard up and down before she prompts, "My brownie? Don' tell me ya smacked that man upside the head, did'ja?" to that bark of humor. "I mean, yeah, he can piss a lot of folks off. Thinks I'm nuts likely since I pulled a knife on him one time, but...I thought ya two would get along well. Moral codes and all." "Just figured that's where anyone with half a brain'd be spendin' their time..." Alida comments back. You know... away from the hellish cold of 'Reaches. A hidden bit of a pink scoots its way over the guard's features, is quickly banished by self-discipline, and followed by her alto call of, "Riders..." to that 'my' inquiry. Snort. "Wouldn'a minded...but someone else beat me to it." Snicker. A lift of one white gold brow edges into a hidden and wicked little grin when Jo speaks of drawing a knife on H'kon, and a laconic reply from the candidate. "What'd the shite do ta make ya' draw?" Snorting, "Ista ain' all that," Jo is waving that place off as if she's been there plenty of times. She's observant to catch that brief bit of pink, and if there's a faint smirk that touches her lips, she doesn't seem to be commenting on it. Frowning, "Someone smacked H'kon upside the head?" and yes, she's finding this hard to believe, though now she's being asked about her drawing a knife on the brownrider. She has to shift gears away from that revelation since it was clearly news to her - but then, the convict rider hardly is around the Weyr much to hear gossip. "It wasn' anythin' serious," she brushes the incident off with a half-shrug. "Thought for a moment he was insultin' me. Somethin' about the look on his face, but Azaylia was there. I came back to myself fast enough before anythin' really happened. Don' know him all that much since we tend to hang with different crowds," clearly. Staring at Alida now, "What did he do to you?" Since she's sharing. "*I'd* sure as runner shit go down there ta toast my bones..." Alida quips off, her butt shifting on the crate a little as the former guard hunches over some, finally looks fully towards the lake. "Yeah... someone gave 'im a nice fat shiner..." is riposted around a hidden smirk, the young woman's greens glittering for a few moments of uninterrupted glee. Quieting to listen to what Jo has to say about her former incident, 'lida finds herself nodding a few times, then peering back over to the bluerider, watching her features as much as possible through the snow. "Boy seems like he's got a pole up 'is ass a kay long." Pause, grin. "Too bad it's not one from another guy. I'd pay ta see that." Giggle-snort. "He *does* seem like the type t'do that, though, doesn't 'e?" A shrugs of shoulders beneath thick cover soon transitions into a clipped, "Pulled a little rank on me...claiming he was tryin' ta' teach me a lesson about being a rider." Cue one huge eyeroll. "And yer duty to Pars keeps ya from doin' so?" Jo drops with amusement for the guard, watching her closely. "I'm sure one of these capable riders will give ya a lift for a day over there. Even I could, if ya asked me nicely." Cue the brief crooked smirk. But then hearing the brownrider got hit does draw something thoughtful in place for her since she goes silent, looking towards the lake for the moment as she mulls that piece over while Alida continues to speak on him. Something said draws a snort and a look from her before she quips, "H'kon don' seem the type, believe me. Don' even think he knows what fun is. Still. He must've tore a fat piece of hide off yer ass if yer this riled up 'bout the man," and she's looking pointed again at her. "Thought ya guards were all about 'respectin' rank above all else' and all that shit, the way my Jothan would tell it." Since Alida was crass with her, Jo could be crass, too. Of course, it all does bring her to one conclusion as she tacks on so suddenly, "Yer wearin' the white knot, now, aren'cha, for him to be teachin' that sort of lesson?" A quite uptight, serious look comes over what's viewable of Alida's features when Jo inquires that, her voice sounding both a tetch peeved and more formal. "My *word* keeps me from it." Yep, all guard, there. After another couple of seconds, the palest-blonde's dander goes back down, her hatted and hooded head shaking a little in the negative to both the offer of a ride and the likely 'asking nicely.' "Yeah..." is mutter-commented to the rider's word of H'kon not likely knowing what fun it, 'lida dividing her once-more level gaze between lake and rider/dragon pair. Nothing more is mentioned about the incident between herself and the brownrider, though the candidate does lock her greens on the other woman's gaze in firm fashion when she ripostes, "I've learned t'give a basic respect to rank...and I've further learned that anything beyond that is *earned*." Beat. "H'kon got his salute and silence from me... But unless he earns my deeper respect, he ain't getting any fuckin' thing more." My, but she does sound pugnacious, though quite controlled. A look away back over the lake, as if the guard is tired of the conversation, soon presages a muttered, "Yep." More darkly, yet rather offhanded: "You standin' next in line?" Smirk. To all that, Jo is silent and listening and is quite casually amused by Alida's tone and her dark words. Wry, "I'm surprised ya don' get along with the man," she notes in observation, leaning back with gloved hands on her knees. "He seems like he would agree with ya on respect, as opposed to someone like me that gives it only when she feels like it. Rank or no." Return smirk to that. When Alida confirms her status, there's a nod to that - but loud laughter for the last cuts whatever she could have said right off. "What the fuck would I have to say to ya candidates?" she's breezy in putting out there. "I don' like bein' saluted, and if ya call me 'ma'm' or 'sir', I'll deck ya in the jaw." Shaking her head, "I'm the last one y'all should run to for advice or lessons, unless ya wanna know how to throw a blade or how to get someone into yer cot. I'll leave all the honorable talk to types like H'kon." There's another one of those short laughs before she adds, "But, I get it on the respect. About the earnin' part. I follow that code, too. The right people, ya don' mind givin' them the respect whether they ask for it or not. Especially if ya trust them." "Had enough uv' those types most uv' my life..." Alida replies in clipped fashion to Jo's first admission, the blonde shaking her head a few times. With the bluerider's laugh and following words comes a cautious half smirk and the candidate's nod. "I'll try ta' remember that, as I don't take too kindly t' people tryin' ta lay one on me." Snort. "I ain't askin', you ain't givin'. Sounds equitable." To the rest... "Used t'be like that, when I was younger." What, even younger than her bare 20 Turns? "All fuckin' gung ho about rank 'n such." And then... she learned, and through hard experience, that the system can be quite corrupt...and so says the sudden, darker, inward look in green eyes. "Yeah... exactly." A shift of eyes up to look directly into the blue dragon's compound gaze presages a sudden, softer, "This lake have any fish?" That first does get a sober nod and response from Jo after a pause, "I actually know the feelin'. Ain' for everyone." The next brings the short laughter right back, the convict rider rocking back a bit as she says, "Yeah. I bet ya wouldn' want no one layin' a hit on ya. How ya gettin' along with the other ones, anyway? Ya must be a bucket of fresh spring air to them." A bald faced tease. But then Alida speaks about her younger turns and she's silent to it before she relates, "Me too. Back before I thought becomin' a guard was my life. I was good at it, till I left. What made ya change?" Alida's gaze has Tacuseth still staring down at her, apparently haven't moved a single inch the whole time. The last, perhaps taking her aback, has the bluerider looking towards the lake with the dragon's head following suit before she answers a slightly bemused, "Think so." "Maybe would'a been...if I'd've been born male." A wealth of disgust, anger, tiredness, and bitterness lie just behind the clipped, hard alto of Alida's voice, her gaze shifting away from the dragon/rider pair toward lake. Jo's laughter both lightens and yet grates on the candidate, her reply to the older woman's inquiry mumbled out. "Them? Y'mean the other candidates?" A loudly rough, dark snort and likely unseen roll of green eyes to snowy heavens probably answers that well enough. A quick look is flicked over the blonde's shoulder at the bluerider when she speaks of her own younger days, the Pars female studying her intently for any signs of deception during such. Hesitantly comes her own answer: "Reality." Beat. "Enough other shit." Snort. "Certainly not capability." Apparently the holder thinks of herself as quite good at her former job. A long and searching look is shifted from Jo to Tacuseth, then back over and out to the icy lake once more, 'lida murmuring onto rather quiet air, "Good. Wanna do some fishing." With a dark snort to that, "I'm of the opinion women can do a whole lotta shit better," Jo is bold and arrogant in telling. Clearly, the first has gotten under her ire before back in the day. Alida's answer on the other candidates was definitely answer enough, and it has her rumbling quiet laughter and saying, "Thought so. But ya know, if ya happen to want to make friends with somebody," she notes with mischievous eye, "Pracor might be up yer path." So apparently Jo does know a candidate or two, it seems. "He's from Crom, likely around yer age and grunts more than talks. He's the big one with the misshapen nose. I've got bets on him Impressin' bronze." Alida's answer on what changed for her is taken in stride, the nod succinct with understanding. Yeah, she would know. On the last, though, "Ya real good at fishin'?" "MhM..." Alida replies with a certain inflection of inhibition and passion mixed together, the young woman shifting around a little on her sitting crate, trying to keep warm. "Don't *need* friends..." is mumbled out in clipped fashion, even though it's a lie, to a certain extent. Still, green eyes behind goggles along with a craning neck shift back over to Jo, the description of Pracor taken in with attentive ears. "Figured he didn' wanna' be bothered, like me." Shrug. Who knows, though. The bluerider's words of him likely Impressing a bronze unexpectedly pique the candidate's dark humor, and she finds herself firing off in rapid, smirky fashion, "*I'm* supposed ta' get a bronze, didn'cha know?" The acting Weyrleader's words from some days ago still roll around in the young woman's ears...maybe giving her ideas. "Everyone needs a friend," Jo counters easily with humor in her tone. "Even a bad one. Who's gonna drag ya out of a dive when yer too bloody to stand up, huh? Or when yer so drunk out yer mind that yer seein' double? The one ya kicked to the ground or the one that's got yer back?" Rhetorical, that, but perhaps the meaning is bare. On Pracor, though, there's a light shrug to those words on him before she says, "Nah, he'll talk to a lady. Ya see him around the raven-haired one, Sybile, right? Both of them are good folks to know. A little shifty, but, ya don' mind that, eh?" A brow arches at her on that. To that smirk and the last, it's enough to draw her raucous humor as she barks laughter again and banters right back, "Nah. Reckon ya get green out there. Nice little sweet green, as dainty as a lady holder." "Oh... that kinda 'friend...'" Alida murmurs, the woman nodding thoughtfully as she looks around, then zooms back in on Tacuseth, this time...even though it appears as if her words are meant for Jo. "C'n see why people'r so spastic on me havin' a backup out on the Sands, when th' day comes." Nod. Why they're so insistent on her becoming more social. Good luck. A small and partially scarf-hiden smirk echos the dank humor in greens when Alida responds with, "Who says I'm a lady?" Snort. "Mind it? Shells, I'm one uv' the inventors." With the bluerider's mention of Alida impressing a green, why, her gaze flicks in a sudden, wider-eyed motion down to Jo, the candidate controlling her reaction with an appication of will, though her voice has leftovers of surprise and concern in it. Snerk. "Yeah, just like me." A harsh bark of humorless laughter presages her alto, "That green'd better be the huge-est, toughest one on all Pern, ever, then." "Any kind of friend," Jo notes to the first with an open shrug. "It ain' all bad, ya know. "I got my clutchmates, M'ron and Kaitlin at my back, always. Backed me from candidacy till we graduated and all. Could be, ya find someone like that in there, out of yer group." Tacuseth actually shifts, and his head turns toward Alida once more. Laughter greets the guard on her words on being a lady before she quips, "Nah, ya ain' one at all. Or so ya want me to believe. Bet the right one'll walk up and have ya blushin' in no time. Still, think ya'll appreciate their particular humor." Alida's reaction on her Impressing green is instant amusement for the bluerider, her smile far too bright to be real. "Think ya just gave me my next bet in the pool," she muses, continuing to tease. "Bet she would be tough, to handle ya. She'll get all up in yer head and ferret out yer secrets, too." Jerking a nod towards the watching Tacuseth, "He does it to this day," she notes wryly. "He's pretty tough, too. Swears he's really bronze himself." "Wingman...woman..." Alida raps off thoughtfully, nodding to the sound idea behind such. "Makes sense." When put *that* way, anyway. With Tacuseth's gazing upon her once again comes a sudden, oddly shy inquiry from the normally tough and no-nonsense blonde: "Does he like...I mean, do you like scritches?" It's directed to both Jo and the blue dragon, the candidate's green eyes looking strangely wistful for a moment. And then Jo's laughing again, 'lida flicking her once-more cautious gaze back to the rider, and returning to their previous conversation with her quick answer of, "Ain't found anyone 'right' enough, yet." Her uncaring shrug likely implies she thinks she never will, and could care less. As far as being bet on for impressing a green, the white-knot dares a bit, and flips Jo the bird while smirking. As for a dragon..."So I've heard tales of. If they're anything like some uv the canine pups I've raised... shells, a baby dragon'd have me wrapped around it's claw in a heartbeat." Eyeroll, snork. Up to Tacuseth: "You look good 'n strong t'me, bluie. Bronze is overrated." Grin. Jo senses that Tacuseth regards this one closely. « She is not one of our own, » he comes to that conclusion. Tacuseth senses that Jo returns with a simple, « She's not. She might be useful one day, though. She has a lot of anger. Maybe I'll talk to Pracor about her. » Jo senses that Tacuseth lingers a moment in silence before he returns with « Maybe. » There's a nod to the idea of a wingman or wingwoman, Jo being all behind that. "Friends are good things," she says with a meaningful look. "Good allies. And Tac loves scritches," she tacks on the answer to that, her gaze having had that look that comes between rider and dragon just a moment ago. "Between his headknobs and under his head, if ya want. He won' turn a single one away, the glutton bastard." It's said fondly, even. It's an invitation. Her laughter continues in light of the bird being flipped in her direction, and all it gets in return is a blown kiss. When Alida mentions canines, that gets her interest. "Had a bunch back in Keogh," she answers on that, leaning forward. "Got a real sweet spot for canines. Had trained one in particular to fetch all sorts of shit for me when I was younger." It's Alida's last to Tacuseth that has him bending his head towards her, regarding her with the same study like his rider as the rider herself purrs, openly pleased, "He certainly is, darlin'. Can outmaneuver any bronze and brown put to him. Keep up with compliments like that one, and he might end up likin' ya." "Can be, yeah..." is allowed, Alida soon forgetting about such minor things when Jo and Tacuseth assure her that he's a whore for such attentions. Waiting for the blue to angle his head and neck properly down to such a shortie-human as herself, the now-grinning fit to eat a pile of shit guard cants her head in order to hear the other woman better...her greens only for Tacuseth, now. "Me too. I'd train a few ta help with our duties. Had one as a workin' pet, too." And when the blue's noggin' reaches appropriate touching height... well, Alida doesn't hesitate at all. With surety, the holder steps up, climbs up - whatever needs to be done, really - to that giant head, and leans her whole body into some solid scritchings between those knobbly headknobs. The look that grows upon her often scowling or neutral features becomes softer, almost sublime in a way. Jo seems to be taking in this slight change in demeanor of Alida when it comes to her dragon, watching her as they talk on canines and their good usage. "Bet ya miss them, eh?" she says, the wistfulness present in her tone. "Some of those ornery things were more loyal than people. Especially mine. Huh. Interestin'," and she's looking at Alida with a slight frown, pensive. "Haven' really thought about any of them back in Keogh until ya mentioned it." It has her going quiet while Tacuseth has settled down to appropriate height once the guard plies with him scratches, seeming quite content to just sit like that with his wedge-shaped head tilting down, as still as a stone with his eyes whirling slower than before. Though Jo seem lost within her own thoughts, her eyes linger on the guard long enough to catch those features soften, and it's enough to have her commenting non-chalantly, "So ya ain' all ice after all. Alida." She remembers her name and only chooses to drop it now. "Not a bad thing, that. Take it from me." "Shells, yeah. Canine's 'r all things good, if y'know how ta train' them...approach 'em..." Alida murmurs while continuing to move her scritch-scratches all over the hide between Tacuseth's 'knobs. In a thoughtful aside: "His hide's soft...softer 'n I thought it'd be." Is that a smile on the bitch's face? The blonde misses Jo's thoughtful silence in her delight to attending to the blue, her efforts moving to other spots on his head that he seems to enjoy...a soft and rough kind of a chuff of humor emerging from the female's lungs. And then the rider is speaking again...and 'lida stiffens some, her expression going rougher, guarded...until she suddenly gives it up, and grins broadly again. Over her shoulder to the other woman: "I LIKE animals...though dragons aren't really animals. But both types are *honest*, loyal... 'specially canines 'n dragons." Pause. "I heard fire lizards'r loyal, too...more like felines though?" "He's meticulous on the bathin'," Jo gives in explanation to Tacuseth's hide, watching the smile on Alida's face with an angled one of her own. "Drives me nuts sometimes with it." Tacuseth is likely in dragon heaven right now, his head moving at angles so that she could scratch right where he wants her to. Yeah, he has an agenda. To the broad grin and those words, there's a hitched up smile that could be a tad genuine than her usual ones as she says, "Yeah, I get ya. I agree. I understood canines, but not much with dragons. Not until this place. A lot of times, they're like what some of us should be, ya know? Though it's weird with Tac. I'm not sure if he's become more like me....or I've become more like him. Instinctual. Don' give into trust easily, but when we do, we're fuckin' loyal to a fault." She pauses on firelizards frowning a bit before she answers, "Knew someone who had a green one. Wasn' really all that dependable. I hear the bronze and golds tend to be moreso, but, I personally think it depends on how ya raise'em, no matter the sort. Anyone can be trained, even if ya gotta manipulate them." A judicious nod from the buslity scritching blonde for Jo's words on bathing the blue trends into a blustery, "*Lots* uv' dragon t'bathe. Jays... must take hours." A rough snigger at Tacuseth's angling for more attention at the proper spots prompts the guard to give a laugh that sounds just about as genuine as the bluerider's smile, her ears still attuned to the other woman's words, even as she 'works.' "Shells, I dunno crap about dragons, really, other than what all folk know." Grunt, scritch. "Never saw one up close before I came here." Even Hraedhyeth's bellowing at her - up close and personal - can't diminish *that* particular thrill. It's when the rider grows more thoughtful in tone that 'lida alters her stance so that she can look over and directly at Jo, while still attending to Tac's whims of the moment. Waiting until the other human finishes, 'lida murmurs in answer through the snowflakes eddying all about them, "Yeah. That seems kinda..." A pause to find a decent word. "Kinda troubling, in a way. Y'know; someone in her own head, knowing everything you are, were. No privacy anymore." Her grin fades into a somewhat pensive expression, finally smoothing to neutrality as the blonde digs up the stones to inquire, "Tacuseth totally accepted you?" It's not until the answer for that comes that the candidate notes quietly of fire lizards, "Might get one someday. Dunno. Want it ta be a reliable one, for sure." There's a quiet sort of chuckle on the first as Jo's gaze turns to the blue as she answers on the first, "Seems like it does. Goes faster when I get help. We always got places to be and all." Tacuseth makes a deep wuffling noise that has her snorting. The more sober topic - dragons in your head - gets an even, "It is troublin', at first. Took half of werylinghood for me and him to come to some sort of understandin'. Ya get no privacy. I hear some dragons aren' so invasive, but mine is. Got too much shit in my past I've done buried good and deep and don' want to talk about. He seems to think differently." To the question, there's a pause before the bluerider gives in honesty, "Yeah, he does. Didn' think he would, considerin', but, he accepts the whole of me, more than most. I ain' gotta worry about whatever I say or whatever I do fuckin' things up between us, ya know? He gets me. Ain' never had that before, darlin'. Not even with family." There's a somewhat guarded expression on her face on that as she looks off towards the lake, the frown now lingering until she comments on firelizards with a more genial expression. "Been thinkin' the same, myself. Perhaps luck beyond the walls-" Tacuseth suddenly stiffens, turning his head straight towards his rider to which, as something pass between the two, there's a dark expression passing through Jo's eyes before she's up off the bench and collecting up her gear. "Looks like duty calls," she says suddenly, slowly approaching the pair as she crams the helmet over her head. For now, all Alida does is remain silent, listening to both Jo's speaking, and Tacuseth's sounds as she scritches the blue dragon, though the guard nods and gives off appropriate expressions in places. Word of another mind in one's own being potentially troubling gets the blonde to frowning in a remote sort of way...her own past a rather complex, and at times dark one. Acceptance, however, smooths some of that worry away, though not all, and by the time Jo's speaking of fire lizards and then duty calling her, the candidate is pulling back from the dragon just as he shifts his head away...her form peppered with the sweat of her intensive scritchin efforts. "If ya' gotta go, ya gotta' go..." the younger woman noes with a characteristic shrug, then moving back over to her crate to give them a little more room. "If y'ever go t'get one" - a fire lizard - "gimme a yell." Snort. "Clear skies..." Left unsaid, but rather obvious in the faint smile on the blonde's features: Thanks. "And I gotta go," is easy banter from Jo, her smile wry as Alida steps away and she climbs up on Tacuseth's back. From that angle, she looks down over towards her before there's a nod to be seen and a "Might get a hand on one, but I may have to bargain for another. My friends aren' that generous." Humor is there as she puts back on the eye goggles and secures her helmet before she spies the last, especially that wordless thanks in a faint smile. There's a pause to that before the bluerider idly notes, "Yer not bad, for a guard." There's perhaps a faint hint of surprise and curiosity to that before Tacuseth takes her airborne and Between in moments. |
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