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Aishani

2014-10-20T17:20:56Z

Brieli:

{{HrwProfile
|picture= Brieli.jpg
|name= Aishani
|position=Deceased goldrider
|dragon=[[Dragon:As True as the Tide Gold Iesaryth]]
|craft=
|birthplace=On a Trade Route, Somewhere
|mother=Zahra (deceased)
|father=Rajiv (executed, HRW, Turn 19)
|siblings=none
|children=none
|friends=Jayzin (-3) and Jyani (-9), cousins, residents at High Reaches Weyr; Serah, cousin, rider of brown Nazguwynth at Fort Weyr (-3)
|playedby=Ashley Madekwe
|livejournal=http://iesaryth.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay], daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she kept herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever else it is she did outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Was it good or bad? Opinions were mixed. She didn't seem to be doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone could tell.

But no one will know for sure, because now she's gone.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.
* Early in turn 36, she and Iesaryth went between-- hit by lightning, by all reports, though no one knows for sure.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]] (or does she?) Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents. [[Madilla]] is a good example. Bad taste in men though.

== Clutches ==

* [[Clutch:34|Gold Iesaryth x Brown Arekoth]] - Day 1, Month 4, Turn 31

* [[Clutch:35|Gold Iesaryth x Bronze Vhaeryth]] - Day 21, Month 2, Turn 33

* [[Clutch:36a|Gold Iesaryth x Bronze Reisoth]] - Day 15, Month 8, Turn 35

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

{{PrettyLogsAll | name = Aishani{{!}}Brieli | count = 10}}

== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/8cNeXWpTVlo Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/tkD8eOj2iz4 Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://youtu.be/diYAc7gB-0A Freedom '90 - George Michael]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
|
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|}

----

''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

[[File:aishani_flawless.gif]]

[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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[[Category:Vijays]]

Logs:Two Feet

2014-08-04T01:15:24Z

Brieli: Created page with " {{ Log | who = Aishani, N'rov | where = Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, HRW | what = Aishani still doesn't like that N'rov's still at Southern, so she's stopped visiting him; he..."

{{ Log
| who = Aishani, N'rov
| where = Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, HRW
| what = Aishani still doesn't like that N'rov's still at Southern, so she's stopped visiting him; he's lucky she doesn't go all Lysistrata. N'rov rediscovers that Aishani has two feet.
| when = D24 M4 T35
| gamedate = 2014.07.21
| quote = "We both know you never run short of lures."
| weather =
| categories = 
| mentions = E'ten, Resten
| ooc = Backdated and posted late.
| icons = aishani ohai.png, n'rov.png
| log = Though post-Iesaryth's flight, when N'rov'd been too sick to go and Aishani was still feeling bad about that, she was almost overly accommodating about visiting him and making sure things were all ''okay'', there's a point where she stops coming down to Southern entirely. It could be due to the change in weather and the fact that it's just dull and muddy at High Reaches instead of cold and snowy, or she could be trying to make a point; either way she doesn't say much about it, just... doesn't visit. Tonight, at least, the air is pleasant and clear as Iesaryth sits on her ledge and watches as usual, and Aishani sits inside by the fire, unlacing high boots.

Mud, which somehow doesn't coat N'rov's boots when he returns to the queen's territory; either he's recently wiped them off, Aishani's shared her personal mud-repelling leather treatment, or that's what shortcuts are for. Vhaeryth's low rumble presages the bronzerider's first step onto the ledge, gaining him a quick grin and a slap on the foreleg; ''Iesaryth'' gets an unhurried rub around one paw's talons, one he hadn't attended to when they'd arrived a couple hours earlier. N'rov doesn't delay further, though, heading into the weyr; when he spots Shani, "Busy day?"

Mud doesn't seem to have gotten too far into the weyr proper, so she must do ''something''. Iesaryth's quiet greeting for N'rov deepens into a croon of appreciation as she stretches her paw and talons wide. If he's going to do it, she might as well make sure he gets all the good spots. Her mood doesn't really need improving - does it ever? - but she flops down against Vhaeryth with a pleased sigh once his rider's moved on. There's always the hope that the gold will mellow Shani out, though she doesn't seem too bad right now, just paused with laces in fingers, clearly expecting him. "Busy enough," she replies, with a shrug. "Did you get yourself into any trouble in the meantime?"

"Nothing that requires reparations, let's say." N'rov flicks a grin at her before spending a few seconds on his own lower, easier boots; padding the rest of the way towards Aishani, he reaches for her less-loosened boot. His lifemate certainly seems comfortable with hers, and with being flopped against; after the first couple times he'd seen her since the flight, he's stopped sniffing as though she might ''smell'' of some other bronze.

The lack of ''sniffing'' is taken much better by Iesaryth; it's not all that impolite, but it's weird and makes her vaguely uncomfortable. She probably doesn't smell much like another bronze. Much. There's a brief, sharp laugh for his reply, and though there's something a bit subdued about Aishani, she nods. "Good. I don't know that anyone could be convinced to pay them." When he reaches for the other boot, she points her toe and considers, then holds one long leg out to let him untie it. She stops with the other boot, leans back in her seat, dark eyes watching. "How have you been?"

Vhaeryth is good with keeping it that way. ''N'rov'' is good with supporting Aishani's ankle on his forearm, her calf in his spread hand; at least, since her boots have only the sensible sort of heel, he's less likely to get impaled too soon. He takes his time with actually undoing the laces, watching her expression as he prolongs the process rather than diving for some goal, despite the pleasant shortness of her skirt. "Tolerable. I'm debating how much longer I can get away with not viewing E'ten's offspring. Have you an opinion? I'm told it has the usual number of legs, for what that's worth."

There's a faint smile for the care he's taking with the laces - apparently, Aishani's not bothered with N'rov taking time, settling back in the chair. Her gaze flickering between her boot and him, "On offspring, or on how long you can get away with it?" She's silent for a long moment, her foot flexing so her toes press his bicep briefly as she stares there. To her credit, there's no edge in her voice, but she does tell him flatly, as she looks up, "I didn't expect you'd get away with even this long. I don't like it." At least she's being honest, not pulling away to sulk and drag it all out.

N'rov doesn't mistake her, not even in jest; his fingers slide deftly between laces and leather, leather and leggings, as he works. "I didn't expect I would either," he says frankly. "It'll be over soon. Fort's in a better place to go back to, now."

Those fingers probably help. It's difficult for Shani to be that angry with him when his hand is on her leg just so, and though he's not quite undressing her, it's close enough to put sharp intent in her gaze as she watches him. It's enough that she doesn't jump right on 'soon', actually listens. But she does ask, "When is 'soon'? And this is I hear. Lingerie parties. I suppose all is well."

"''Lingerie'' parties. They never have the right sort of thing to flatter me," N'rov says in a deadpan sort of way. Less so, as he undoes upper laces further so that he can extend the loosening down and down and down, "A seven, maybe. I've had a couple people keeping an eye on my weyr, but there's something to be said for getting back before the crowds have all gone. Not like Southern ever gets ''cold'', but with it getting colder and Fort getting warmer, finally, that's a good thing."

"The weavers never do concern themselves with men in that department, do they. Should I commission something?" Shani considers N'rov, head canted, like she's considering what he'd look good in. His answer raises fine brows, perhaps out of surprise that it's that soon, that ''easy''. Slouching down in her seat in such a way that the hem of her short skirt inches up her thighs, she echoes, "Finally. Would you like me to take a look? I haven’t done my shopping yet, and I promised to stop by for the lingerie. If it's more than ''two'' sevens, I'm coming to take your things home." With or without him.

"I trust you," N'rov remarks, though it ''does'' come with a smirk. He's got a dismissive wave for the prospect of her stealing his things, but after a more appreciative glance to the results of her slouch, he looks back down at his work. As he eases the boot past her ankle, "I really think you should take a look. It's your duty, is it not, to examine such things for quality control." He lifts a brow at her. "That is, you're shopping for yourself and not the Weyr?"

Pointing freed toes prettily, eyes bright, "Trust me to do ''what'', exactly?" Aishani has something of a displeased moue for the dismissive wave, but contents herself with noting, as he ''appreciates'' his view, "If I take your things, I take all of this too." Not that she hasn't sort of done that already, but apparently it could be worse than just no visits. "I meant I could look in on your weyr, but you're right, it ''is'' my duty to ensure that no one's passing off last season's wares this season." As for the Weyr, she has a derisive sound. "Fashion is lost on these people."

In answer, N'rov runs his thumbnail slowly, slowly up her sole from heel to those very toes. "Be yourself. Which reminds me... should I ask where, exactly," just as leisurely with the word, "you'd take my things to? ''They'' would be lost on these people, too."

She doesn't make a sound as he draws that nail from heel to toes, but slowly, slowly flexes her foot with the motion, the breath she takes in as slow, but deep. Dark gaze still focused only on him, his every motion, "If I told you where they were, what use would they be as collateral? I'd have to find other ways to lure you back."

This time the progression is slower yet, but it's the pad of his thumb with the strong bone behind it, pressing into her arch. "Such a hardship," N'rov commiserates. "Luckily," still he looks back at her, "we both know you never run short of lures."

This time, Shani allows a soft intake of breath, lashes lowering, thumb's pressure along muscles she didn't even know were tensed. "I don't tend to," she agrees, lips curving up into a faint smile, there and gone. "But you're too used to some of them." She's probably too used to his being too used to some of them. Even so, she taps her other, booted foot lightly.

She has another foot? N'rov glances at the boot in question as though noticing it for the first time. "That just means you need to give me a larger helping," he says easily. "''Do'' you want to get yourself unlaced there, too? I'd have to stop this." It could be quite the conundrum, but he leaves the decision to his girl.

A whole other leg! "Is ''that'' how it works? Not withholding, like with your things?" Though Aishani presumably has the control to do so, she hasn't ever exercised it with him. Looking up at him from behind a veil of lashes, she considers, then draws her other leg up so she can loosen the boot around her ankle and kick it off carelessly; her other foot points too, but her toe makes a slow trail up his leg, his thigh.

"''Precisely,''" and N'rov awards Aishani a grin. Equally presumably, he's made it worth her while to keep her control for other areas; now, while giving her dance of the two veils the intensive attention it deserves, he reaches slowly for that second foot. After all, she's sacrificed her precious boot for him, even if it's not one of those with the highest of heels.

With a purse of lips, as if she's not quite sure she's buying what he's selling, Shani considers N'rov again with her little head-tilt, mirroring that grin as he reaches for her foot; she feigns pulling it away at the last second, then slides it easily back into his grasp. Lightly, "Do what you say you will, and you won't have to worry about either." Gaze flickering from trapped feet back up to grey eyes, "I seem to be at your mercy. At least, my feet."

He chuckles. "No worrying allowed." Or, at least, not aloud. With that, N'rov goes down onto one knee, the better to apprehend Shani's ankles as well. Next might even be her ''knees''.

She won't stop him. At the ankles, anyway. "You don't look worried." Aishani could certainly try to worry N'rov. She could retake her ankles and feet before he gets much further and make demands, or she could (maybe) rouse Iesaryth to provide excuses. But she reaches out instead, leaning forward to touch his cheek, draw him in closer with a caress along his jawline, a feather-light touch to his lips. He can have her knees, her thighs, and anything else he likes. No matter how she tries to play it, he already does.

}}

Logs:Hraedhyth and Cadejoth's Hatching Feast

2014-07-19T19:10:46Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{Log |who=Alida, Azaylia, Aishani, Lilah, K'zin |what=It's a party for the hatching! Lilah and Aishani try to gossip; Alida and K'zin still don't get along. |where=Living Cav..."

{{Log
|who=Alida, Azaylia, Aishani, Lilah, K'zin
|what=It's a party for the hatching! Lilah and Aishani try to gossip; Alida and K'zin still don't get along.
|where=Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
|when=Day 13, Month 4, Turn 36
|gamedate=2014.07.18
|quote=That thought appeared to be prophetic.
|weather=
|mentions=R'hin, Evanthe, Satiet, Telavi, Quinlys
|ooc=
|icons-new=Icon aishani gold.png, Icon azaylia.jpg, Icon alida.jpg, Icon k'zin.jpg,
|icons=
|log=Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr

Stalactites hang high above this enormous cavern like a jagged chandelier or an inversion of the Spires themselves, but shadows cling to them instead of light. Below lie great tables arranged in rows, each large enough to serve a fighting wing, while in the nooks and alcoves around the cavern's edge sit more sensibly-sized tables, from six- and eight-seaters down to intimate spots for just a couple of diners. The only really open space is around the kitchen entrance, smelling of food and rarely quiet, and by the nearby serving tables with their long buffet of the day's offerings.

Tapestries on the smooth walls -- some faded and others newly woven -- only slightly mute the sea of sound when a meal is in full swing, but they add cheerfulness augmented by the glowlight from wall sconces and the centerpieces of each table. Still, shadows always creep along the ceiling and into the mouths of the exits -- the myriad small hallways at one end of the cavern and, at the other, the twisting tunnel to the bowl near an array of coathooks and and hatracks -- and late at night, when the glows are allowed to dim, the chamber can seem very dark indeed.
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It's a short trip from the galleries to the bowl, but given Aishani's had one glass for the whole of the hatching, it's not a shock that she's quick to look for a fresh one when she enters. And for Lilah, of course, because you know, she's the guest. In a lowered tone, on the way in, "That's the first I've seen of that cast."

Lilah tries not to seem ''too'' interested in this information from the other goldrider. She even waits until they have secured drinks from the table, with her wine glass lifted to her lips before she murmurs, "Is it? Well, accidents happen all of the time."

She's remained in the company she had in the Galleries, Alida mostly listening to the two goldies and others beyond them as they hurried across the muddy Bowl into the warm Cavern. Still, to Aishani's latter words, the bluerider quietly comments, "Maybe Blood's startin' ta tell." Who knows; she's not any expert on draconic lineages.

With the eggs hatching as expected, there's been plenty of time for the living cavern to be transformed into a place of celebration. The decor is bright and festive, truly spring while the chilly weather takes its sweet time to turn. There's hot food and the drinks flow freely, harpers already setting the mood with lively music. Azaylia takes her time in changing into something more appropriate, High Reaches Weyr represented (as usual) in a sparkling blue gown with black trim. First come the Lords and Ladies, though surely the Weyrwoman will manage to pull herself away eventually.

Aishani blinks Alida's way, bemused, then takes a sip of her own wine before quietly; "Right. One does wonder. Though I wouldn't say too much about it now. It's a party." The bluerider isn't the only one coming to that conclusion though - there's similar words whispered here and there in the cavern, though nowhere near the Weyrwoman. Looking back to Lilah, she just gives another of her shrugs, shaking her head a little. Tone lowered, "All of the time when your nose is in everyone's business, yes?"

Lilah's brow curves upwards at Aishani's words, choking softly for a moment on her wine though she manages to swallow back the alcohol before she makes too much of a scene. Or dies, at High Reaches' hatching party. "I'm sure that the wingleader's injury is something inauspicious. We are dragonriders, after all, and it isn't exactly safe," she dismisses lightly, softly. And, buried there in her words, a hint of defense for the absent bronzerider. She does not comment to blame the blood, but then, that's just political. Maybe if she were just talking to Aishani--.

"Not planning on it..." Alida murmurs in reply to Aishani around her glass of rather expensive wine that she somehow procured with some quiet word or another. A faint lofting of brow is given for Shani's tack with Lilah, 'lida watching the interaction between them impassively. With the Fortian's response comes the bluerider's neutral, "He's a big boy." Unstated: he can take care of himself, even if he is drunk. Likely. If Lilah's aiming for privacy...good luck. The Glacier rider is rather like a tick, right now.

Aishani concedes, eyes brightened, probably by Lilah's reaction, "It's true. You could break an arm just falling off Iesaryth, as big as she is." It's likely the same lack of privacy that stops her from asking after Eliyaveith at the moment, but she doesn't seem bothered otherwise, sipping at her wine. Glancing toward said Weyrwoman, she allows to Alida, "You were worried about issues, though. Everyone will ''say'' they were, but..." The bluerider was actually asking the questions. "At least Iesaryth wasn't caught by her sire. It was a near thing, once."

It's sort of a law of the universe that where goldriders congregate, so too must bronzeriders. It's a thing. Look it up. K'zin is there, of course, and he's surely not the only one. Already breaking in his dancing shoes for the evening and sweeping up a drink before he's raising that glass to Aishani and Lilah, not Alida, predictably, with a smile, "Ladies." So suave, right? Don't mind the way the wine trickles out of the side of his mouth. At least he doesn't wipe it on the back of his sleeve, but only because he's in a fine doublet and shirt that probably cost him enough marks to care.

"There was some talk of K'del's blood when Eliyaveith started to show signs--," Lilah starts to admit to Aishani, perhaps to distract her from her previous reaction to talk of the Savannah wingleader. But, then, another bronzerider is there and the dark, weighted gaze that marks the goldrider falls onto K'zin in a neutral study, little given away by this reserved woman. She is probably staring at that wine, K'zin. Finally, finally, she dredges up a polite, "Bronzerider."

"You c'n break an arm fallin' all by yerself on the fuckin' *ice*..." Alida mutters almost dismissively, her eyes rolling some before she sips from her wine. As for 'issues,' "Not really worried. Thoughtful." She doesn't look or sound concerned, really. "She's okay?" is all Alida inquires of Eliyaveith to Lilah, letting the matter of Blood drop...and then there's K'zin. The temperature in their little knot suddenly drops about 30 degrees, the once easy bluerider tensing up a few notches, her expression and eyes turning to ice. She almost looks ready to depart, but, for some reason, the palest-blonde remains in place, an unmoving ice floe. To Lilah's neutral-careful greeting of the bronzerider comes a quiet, intense little nod, and chill half-smirk...and she's once again sipping. Fuck you and your dragon, K'zin.

Aishani straight up wrinkles her nose a touch at the trickle of wine, but since when is the goldrider's expression of disgust at... well, practically any bronzerider a surprise? "K'zin," she replies, lifting her glass and drinking, always drinking. It's a party, dammit. Arching fine brows Lilah's way, she says, with interest, "Really," but doesn't yet ask more. But there are questions there in her gaze. Even Iesaryth is starting to look rounder. "That thought appeared to be prophetic," she tells Alida, brows arching again at the chill. Is she amused behind her glass? Maybe.

It's true that Rasavyth has a bromance with Tacuseth, but Ilicaeth is definitely not his type. "Oh, ''Alida'', I didn't see you there." K'zin's smile is so wide. So warm. So ... smug? "Enjoying the party?" He asks the three. "Hatching went off relatively well, I thought." As if he'd been invited to this particular conversation. As if any of them wanted him there. Maybe he's just playing oblivious.

Well, maybe some golds just care about their figures more, Iesaryth. But, Lilah answers simply, not inviting more questions as she replies, "She is fine. She was happy to be here for the hatching of Hraedhyth's clutch." Her brow curves upwards at K'zin at his words, but she will take a cue apparently from Aishani and merely lift her wine to her lips for a slow sip. She does add for Alida, "I'm not sure how you miss an entire person."

"My ass..." Alida mutters quietly at Aishani's words of prophecy, tipping her glass to sip more at the wine while apparently ignoring K'zin...until his patently (at least to *her) false and smarmy greeting hits her ears. In a lilting voice rarely heard - and all the more impacting because of such - the blueir murmurs a gentle, "Fuck off, suck-up." Twinkle-grin. Nobody but the people in their group are going to hear it, and the venom just behind it...in those ded cold green eyes. A little stiltedly, to Lilah, "You bury 'em." Are those eyes glancing out through their sides at the bronzer? Nah.

"''Relatively'' well. I wonder if they'll say it's a curse. The curse of Satiet. Too bad it's not--" Ahem. Aishani coughs and smiles brightly, telling K'zin, "We just got here. You two don't get along?" All innocence, as if she hasn't noticed all the coldness, the 'fuck off', etcetera. To Lilah, pleasantly, "Iesaryth doesn't ever like the eggs, but she quite enjoys the hatchlings. She's always so frustrated they won't talk to her while they're in the shell."

"Bad eyesight," K'zin volunteers for Lilah with one of his most charming smiles. He's then tch tch tching with his tongue. "Alida, there are ''ladies'' present. You'll offend Aishani's innocent ears." He must have at least a drink in him before this wine because the grin he flashes 'Reaches junior is one of genuine good humor. "Oh, well, you remember when Nabol was going to the dogs? Turns out Alida here is tactless and likes to have secret ''words'' scolding one's lifemate. Amazingly, that doesn't help a person keep friends." Clearly K'zin has tact in droves.

"Actually, I have a question for you--." Lilah cuts herself off at whatever that might be, though, with a quick, simple glance towards the bronzerider and bluerider still in their circle. She tells Aishani instead, "Later. I will find you." Surely, given the conversation, it is likely to be about golds and their eggs. Her lips might twitch a bit at K'zin's words, though her tone is flat as she questions, "Are my ears not innocent, then? You've already determined that?" And she seems to be serious in her offense as her weighted gaze remains on the bronzerider.

From slipping sideways glare-daggers at K'zin, Alida flicks her gaze to Aishani, letting the weyrwoman quickly see a portion of the bluerider's massive eyeroll at the goldie's pretend innocence. Bullshit called, Shani. To K'zin's airy words, the bluerider grunts out a gelid and low, "Better tactless than a backstabber." But there's other shit to be dealt with, right now, and she'll work not to let the bronzerider affect her meager bits of pleasure taken in drinking and a little chosen company, 'lida giving a knowing look to the other women when Lilah speaks of talking to Shani later. To the Reachian weyrwoman is clipped, "It's not what?" Smirkie. Sip. "Well, at least Iesaryth's mellow." For Lilah's words to Waki, the blonde snerks softly, murmurs, "Oil 'n grease."

Aishani tries to follow what K'zin is saying, but just shakes her head after a moment, glossy curls bouncing. Glancing between them, she notes lightly, "There are visitors. It could look badly on the leadership to have such... animosity." Not that she cares enough to put a stop to it in front of one. Speaking of Lilah, there's a nod before, "I should visit you for the fashion week. I have summer clothes to look for - so much of last season was trendy, it's just not wearable... well. Anyway." She doesn't need to go into it. Shrugging Alida's way with a smile, "A different anniversary. And she is indeed mellow."

"Would you have me make assumptions about your innocence or lack thereof, goldrider, when we've met but once and I was so blind with flight lust I might as well have been blind in truth?" K'zin responds to Lilah with a tilt of his head and a smile that pulls toward a smirk without fully getting there, "Surely we should be of better acquaintance before I make presumptions about you." To that end, "Will you have a dance with me later?" It's not really a cocky invitation, and in point of fact it sounds rather genuine and he was, if she was watching, quite light on his feet on the dance floor before making his approach. Aishani's words only let him be more amused, "Aishani's quite right. ''Alida'', will you do me the honor of a dance? We can ''bury the knife''." The one he presumably at some point stabbed her with? Truly, he might be hard pressed to identify that moment at all, but he extends his hand toward the bluerider, palm up all the same.

"I'm not sure the silence speaks any better for your assumptions, either, bronzerider," Lilah replies dismissively, but those dark eyes draw over K'zin in a way that may be thoughtful. She nods simply, too, at his question, before she turns her attention back to Aishani. She offers with the hint of a smile, "We're going to have a show of more--delicate lines, at Dice. The ones that can't be shown in the common caverns. If you feel inclined."

Her voice kept low, almost intimate the whole time, her expression as dead flat as a plank, as well, Alida finds herself looking with hooded eyes at Aishani, and murmuring without animation, "They'd have ta be lip readers ta figure out what *I'm* feelin'." Truth. Her anger is held in check by Turns of practice at such, and with a certain blue's small assistance. When Aishani fesses up to that 'anniversary,' the Glacier rider simply bobs her head. At K'zin's invitation to a dance - his whole persona - the bluerider simply stares coldly, her greens finally locking with his darker gaze, holding it steadily for some seconds. Nothing shows on her features, in those eyes, but after she's done stilling herself, the blonde murmurs a quietly intense, "I see wha'cher' doin', bronzer. Hopefully, so do others." Forced as it is, a faint smile creeps over her features, though it never reaches eyes. "Sooner dance with a parasite." For all her failings in enough places, Alida's at least honest in her loyalties. Over to Lilah is soon noted, "Delicate? Like underthings?" See? The smile is still in place, if a hint bitter.

After trading her empty glass for a new one, Aishani glances between them, then tells Alida, quite patiently, "Lilah is a visitor to our Weyr. This is... unfortunate behaviour." Again, she looks between bluerider and bronzerider with a quick flicker of her gaze, then turns attention to said Fortian visitor with a fixed smile of her own. "I'm always interested in something that can't be shown in public. I'll have to come by for that as well. I have someone I work with, but I never mind ''looking''." Like she needs an excuse to buy clothes.

"Ought to take Telavi with you, Aishani." K'zin is quick to volunteer the greenrider. "I'm sure she'll need a break from the weyrlings before too long, if Quinlys will let her go." That Quinlys would probably like to go too, to such an event doesn't cross K'zin's mind. He lets his hand fall away from where it had lingered. "Well, weyrwoman, if I can't fix it this way, I'll fix it another, since I'm apparently offending our visitor without trying." Not that he sounds sorry about whatever it is he's doing to incur that reaction. "Can't waste a good toss dance at any rate. Ladies," He lifts his glass, downs the rest (this time without incident), "Enjoy the party." And then he's heading back to find a pretty partner for the number.

Lilah, it seems, will show a hint of amusement when the bronzerider turns to find another partner. What, she finds perverse pleasure in certain things. She even softens to assure Aishani, "Do not worry; I am used to people overlooking the fact that I am a visitor. You have been a perfectly capable host." She nods to Alida, for all that she was trying to avoid the words. "Lingerie, modeled in person as they walk among the tables. We already have deals with some of the weavers that produce such lines. Yours actually may be one, weyrwoman."

"I've never made any pretexts with Lilah before..." the bluerider murmurs almost equitable to Aishani, perhaps obliquely letting the goldrider know that the Fortian and her have met before. But, perhaps for the sake of political correctness (ha), the blonde dons a rather artifical pretext of a more pleasant smile (no, it still doesn't reach her eyes), and murmurs, "There. One lie, just fer you... 'an company." She even manages to sound almost-pleasant, though her gaze refrains from following K'zin anymore, even when he leaves their company...some choice retorts bitten back after the bronzerider departs. To Lilah is tersely murmured, "If that offended you, apologies." A strange undercurrent ripples through the bluie's voice: is she just a little concerned about losing any acquaintence status with Lilah? Unknown, since she's sipping at her drink again, then noting to the Fortian, "D'you wanna feel like a visitor?" Honest inquiry. As for lingerie, "I could use another nice bra, some p...pretty undies." Is that a hint of embarrassment in green eyes?

If Aishani's smirking K'zin's way as he departs, it might be because he just offered up his girlfriend to go to a lingerie party, imagine that. "Of course," she says, as he leaves. With a nod to Lilah, "I appreciate that. Thank you. I would hate for anyone to think my many drawbacks have interfered with my duties." She lifts her glass the other goldrider's way to drink, then shrugs Alida's way, not concerned if she's going to counter. "Occasions have different rules. There's 'company behavior' and otherwise. In any case, I should think High Reaches would be pleased to come to Dice for that, Lilah. If there's anything we can do..."

"I will let you know, certainly. But, K'del has already made arrangements to provide wine and we have covered the models and the weavers," Lilah replies easily, though the way she offers the name of K'del and watches Aishani in the same instance speaks to at leastt some interest there. She assures Alida, though, with a simple smile. "Thank you, but I think that given everything, I will be fine. Though, I may make good on that promise of a dance--." She glances towards K'zin where he has gone to find a partner. "At least, before I sneak away for the evening." And definitely not visit R'hin.

There's only a small incline of Alida's head to Lilah's easy words, the blonde knowing that - all too often - social graces and lip service are received better than blunt honesty. Maybe that's the reason why her doll's smile is still touched with undercurrents of bitterness, though it does quirk a little more upward at one side for the Fortian's word of sneaking away." Does she suspect? As for the dance...nothing emerges from her mouth, though her lips purse faintly, and she gives a minute shake of plaited head. You're on yer own, kid. "You have drawbacks?" the bluie almost smirks at Aishani, one of her pale brows lofting up high, as if to challenge the goldrider to some subtle spar of wits.

Aishani's reaction to K'del's name is more... confused than anything. "How is K'del getting wine? Never mind, explain later." Or she'll just figure it out on her own, somehow. Fine brows arch as Lilah suggests she's off to dance with K'zin, but to each their own. "I'll see you soon," she promises. Perhaps sooner than Dice. And Iesaryth's definitely not going to be paying particular attention to Eliyaveith's movements as she sits on her ledge and watches the bowl, as nosy as her rider. To Alida, "I am a Vijay. To start. And I have lingered too long. I should make the rounds." She offers the bluerider a low nod, and moves off to find some Harpers that need chatting up.

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Logs:Hraedhyth and Cadejoth's Clutch Hatches - Galleries

2014-07-19T06:15:55Z

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{{Log
|who=Alida, Devaki, A'rist, L'sha, K'zin, Aishani, Lilah, Jo, R'hin, Tayte, H'vier, Vash, Hana,
|what=People watch eggs hatch.
|where=Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr
|when=Day 13, Month 4, Turn 36
|gamedate=2014.07.18
|quote=Daddy? What's wrong with that one?
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|icons-new=Icon aishani gold.png,
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|log=Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr

Ringing the southwestern side of the hatching sands are ample tiers of carved stone benches, the lowest of which is some six feet off the ground -- just high enough to separate wayward hatchlings from unwary viewers, and vice versa. A metal railing on the outside helps prevent anyone from falling off; it also extends up the stairs that lead the way higher into the galleries. While most of the area is open seating, ropes section off some of the closer tiers when dignitaries are expected; those areas even feature cushions in the Weyr's blue and black.

The higher one climbs, the more apparent the immense scale of the entire cavern becomes. The dragon-sized entrance on the ground is dwarfed by the expansive golden sands that glitter in the light. Everything on them is easily visible from the galleries, whether that's a clutch of eggs and a broody queen, or simply its emptiness and the handful of darker tunnels that lead to more private areas than the bowl. Wherever one sits or looks, however, one thing is constant: the overwhelming, suffocating heat.

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It's as the sun begins to drop below the spires, at the end of this early spring day, that the humming commences. There have been signs all day, of course - it's no surprise - but there's a gut-punch to it, too, as the birth song of the dragons begins resonating through the weyr, echoing deeply enough to be felt inside as well as out. It's time; it's unmistakably time.

She isn't the kind to get all goggly-eyed over babies coming into the world, but Alida does try to attend her own home's Hatchings, given that there's often food and drink afterwards, plus at least some liklihood of being able to take in unknown people...subject them to her chill stare of inspection. Her own duties done for the day, the blonde is settled just behind the V.I.P. seating - a mug of cool cider and a large sandwich keeping her company - part of the latter slowly fed to Pyrite, who's settled attentively on one of the bluie's shoulders...and now starting to hum.

Aishani's been avoiding the galleries, more or less, since Hraedhyth's clutched; there's nothing she wants to say to K'del, and she and Azaylia haven't been speaking much outside of business either. Those facts, her constant travelling, and Iesaryth's upcoming tenure on the sands growing closer make her avoidance unsurprising. But she's certainly here for ''this'', in the stands, well-dressed, glass in hand, greeting dignitaries and visitors pleasantly, with one of her more brilliant smiles. She ''can'' turn on ''some'' charm when she chooses.

In walks the High Reaches Hold contingent: Lord Devaki, heir Vinien (being tugged along by a very excited-to-be-here brother Dilan), Sealene and even Esiara, wiggling in the nanny's arms. Absent is the Lady Issedi, likely due the rumors of her late-term pregnancy, and more interestingly, the Tillekian contingent. There's no sign of Lady Edeline, Lord Potipher, or any of their entourage. In fact, one might be hard pressed to even spot a Tillek knot in the quickly growing crowd.

Lythronath was in so early as he could get away with it, swinging his head from side to side, even, with no hint of bob, watching, waiting, smelling. His hum scrapes and rumbles through his chest and throat, eyes whirling quickly... and all in shades of green and blue. It's only after some song that his rider will prove willing to leave the bronze's side.

L'sha makes his way into the cavern and climbs the stairs into the galleries. He grins and waves to the riders present, then finds a seat next to one of the Avalanche blueriders. Above, Rillaeth backwings to a landing on one of the ledges in the cavern and peers down onto the sands.

Ilicaeth's up there on the higher ledges, too, watching with a chuffing rumble of lazy contentment, soon altering into a baritone hum. C'mon out, kiddies.

Normally, K'zin and Rasavyth would've helped with transport duties, but with Rasavyth still recovering, they can't be relied upon to bring in their full docket of guests. So, he's been conducting visitors from the bowl to the galleries, finally settling onto a bench once the humming has begun. Rasavyth, likewise, finds a perch of his own, settled and watching with intense interest as he starts chatting with the nearest dragons, cheery and friendly and ''isn't this fun''?

Since her hands are full, sholders hunch up tightly, trying to protect Alida's ears from Cadejoth's bellow of eagerness. "Maaaan..." the woman winces out, glaring at the happy bronze out there on Sands, her face scrunching up at the ringing in her ears before she returns to watching wiggling eggs, feeding herself and her flit, and nodding to nearby dignitaries, since she's just a seat behind them.

Savannah wing have arrived, and taken up a place at the highest seats (and therefore furthermost from the sands). They seem generally in good spirits for all that they've been somewhat scarce in the Weyr over the last several sevens. Certainly they have already seem to have started the 'celebration' part, given there's bottles being passed around between them. There's even some good natured trading of bets with a handful of Glacier riders nearby. Their Wingleader is a no-show for the time being.

Tayte has almost certainly been busy with the rest of the vintners ensuring that the correct vintages have been brought out for the hatching feast to follow, but now, dressed in an alluring emerald dress that fans away from her waist, terminating just above her knees and fits tight across the bodice, she's joining the rest of the watchers in the stands for the Main Event.

The lack of the Tillekian contingent doesn't seem to have put Devaki off -- High Reaches' Lord is heading for the reserved spaces at the front, taking a seat next to Lady Tevrane. Pulling Sealene up into his lap, the former exile begins chatting in low, deliberate whispers with the Lady Nabol, only casting the occasional glance towards the sands at this point.

It is the dark, golden queen that appears first as soon as she is divested of her rider. Eliyaveith settles into one of those ledges, carefully picking a spot where she won't be considered intrusive on others, before she starts up her own encouraging, gentle hum. Lilah is not quite as eager, and so when she does move from the bowl into the Stands, it is at a much more conservative pace than her dragon. She has at least dressed up for this event! A sage green dress appears as she shrugs off her riding jacket even as she moves to scan the available seats.

There's only a small lifting of one eyebrow for G'laer being down there on the Sands, Alida giving a soft little smirk then headshake before looking all around. Anyone she can make uncomfortable with ease out there? Not yet... but there's a Lilah in attendance, and the goldrider is becomed over with a mug-bearing hand.

Though it seems like she ought to have a seat, Aishani hasn't bothered to take it, preferring to make her rounds and stand through the event, apparently. She'll be sitting here enough, soon. As she makes her way down to the VIP row, guiding a few Weavercraft masters to their seats, she doesn't interrupt Devaki and Tevrane's conversation, but raises her glass toward the Lord and Lady both, with a smile.

Of course Jo is here. She might have been seen slipping in and settling somewhere in the back with Kaitlin and M'ron - her partners in crime. The dragonriders choose a spot off to the side where they could comfortably watch the sands, muttering amongst each other and sparing very few present a glance.

L'sha gasps as he sees G'laer walk out onto the sands with a new knot. "No way!" he whispers excitedly into the ear of the Avalanche rider. Rillaeth bugles her congratulations to her clutchsister Teisyth.

L'sha cheers for the boy who Impressed the green and for the other eggs hatching already. "Wow, looks like they might Impress as fast as they did at my hatching."

In the midst of a good-natured jibe from one of the Savannah riders that the ''very small'' egg in the middle will ''surely'' end up with Glacier, and the inevitable come back from the nearby Glacier riders, the group nearly miss the hatching of the first egg. So, too, does R'hin, only now arriving -- unsteady cast leading him gradually towards the cluster of Savannah riders at the back, finally dropping into a seat next to Bristia.

When H'vier arrives, he's in his dressy flight leathers, looking all decent and grown up. Even his beard is trimmed up all nicely. It is, of course, Tayte who he gravitates toward so they can watch the eggs hatch together. And possibly so no one can hit on her looking awesome in that dress.

There is some relief in Lilah's expression at seeing someone that she recognizes, as she catches that movement on Alida's part. She picks her way carefully over to the bluerider, offering a quiet "Fort's duties" that may go unnoticed in the loudness of the cavern. She doesn't seem that interested in the cracking eggs, more in arranging her jacket just right on her seat before she uses it as padding.

Hraedhyth's antics earn the queen a dark chortle from Alida, her incisive gaze shifting from the gold to her popping eggs. Whoa, one down already...more to go. Munch, sip, feed, peer. Hopefully she won't get any crumbs on Devaki and company. Up on a high ledge, Ilicaeth lets his head droop a bit over the side of it, blue eyes whirling a modest speed as the apparent lazybones continues humming. Back to Lilah, now that the Fortian's joined her, "Reaches back... but fuck the manners, right now." Smirkie. "They're poppin' already...crazy kids."

Well-practiced at formal events, both the Lord High Reaches and Lady Nabol clap at the appropriate times, acknowledge Aishani's greeting, and continue their quiet exchange smoothly. Sealene seems ''far'' more interested in the show on the sands than her father is, and Dilan's tugging Vinien's arm and pointing, like his younger brother needs his guidance of where the best place is to look.

K'zin has smiles enough as the dragons begin to hatch, deciding his place isn't quite the one he wants, making his way down closer with many an "Excuse me," and a "Pardon me," and so on as he edges down to wedge himself between two caverns women who must've staked their claim early, but are excited enough now to be leaning forward in their seats, leaving just enough room for him to snug himself in between them.

"Mm, it seems that way," Lilah agrees politely, briefly distracted by R'hin and his cast. Her brow curves upwards, a single gesture, but though she watches him find his seat, she doesn't wave.

L'sha grins at Azaylia and Hraedhyth, then scans the faces of the candidates. "Oh, there's Geviaur!" He points out the smith to his friend. L'sha's eyes stop at Jayzin, "''Hello,'' who's ''that?''" He cheers again as two browns spill out onto the sands.

Aishani's attention flickers to the candidates out on the sands, particularly focused, but there's little to do but watch, so she just drinks from a tightly held glass. She glances up after appropriately greeting the Lords and Ladies as she's meant to, then ''stares'' at Alida, with her potential crumb-scattering, with astonishment. It shifts to annoyance and she flicks her fingers in a 'back' motion, shaking her head. On the plus side, she sees Lilah. On the minus, she misses R'hin and his cast. Boo. Stepping up to their row, "Reaches duties to Fort. Hope it's entertaining." A pause, then: "Alida." Warningly.

Vash is late. Nothing new there. She's also dressed in full riding gear, complete with her belt, helmet, and goggles. Well, it's not like she's from around here, right? She makes her way along one of the gallery benches, now and then apologising for getting in others' lines of sight, then she finally settles. Now that she's just about baking in her leathers, she finally starts removing items here and there, methodically stashing them inside helmet or jacket before everything gets stuffed under the bench.

Tayte has a welcoming smile for H'vier of course, and it's not long before a young woman bearing the knot of an apprentice vintner is herding two little girls over to the pair. Tayte thanks her, of course; Quinlys isn't the only one with ''minions''. She lets Havi take Tahvra into his lap while she curls an arm around her older daughter. Hatchings: fun for the whole family!

"Fort's duties to High Reaches," Lilah offers with the same politeness, yet a hint of a smile appears briefly at her lips before she admits on another murmur, "I don't actually find these things as entertaining as others. Maybe because I had to go through three of my own before Eliyaveith found me, and then another one she dragged me to when she was still a baby."

She's not in the least prepossessed to favoring one color over another. So when that regal blue hatches out second, Alida merely watches him closely, then nods decisively as he picks his new lifemate. If there's a grin, it's quick, maybe even furtive. Some minor irritation shows when Aishani warns her of something, but when the bluie finds her sandwich shedding crumbs near the Holder contingent, she has the spare grace to look a little chagrined for a moment, and nod to the weyrwoman. She'll not pester Lilah for more, right now, the Reachian simply listening, nodding to her companion.

If Devaki's aware of any crumb dropping in his vicinity, deliberate or otherwise, it doesn't get remarked on. Perhaps he's really that involved in the conversation. It probably helps that Sealene's squirming on his lap, yelling "Daddy!" and pointing out each new hatchling like ''she's'' found it.

Hana slips into the Galleries, a bit late, and behind the times - for now she keeps to the back, the better to watch and escape when the time comes, a thoughtful smile lurking as she does so.

"I went to one, but... They seem to go quickly, a least." Aishani has something of an apologetic look about her, not for Lilah herself, but for anyone listening in, likely. Sealene's most recent squeal has her turning her head to catch Valenros and the brown; blinking, "He's an anxious one. Interesting." Then, to both Lilah and Alida, "My cousin is out there. I'm not sure how to feel. I'm not sure he knows, so..." She shrugs, drinks. That always works.

There's a couple of flasks doing the rounds of the Savannah riders at the back. Or there ''was''; R'hin appears to have appropriated one for himself. Well, himself ''and'' Bristia -- only after she sharply nudges him in the side and he relents grudgingly before slouching down into a good brood.

"Is he? Which one?" Lilah questions. ''This'', at least, does seem to interest the Fortian goldrider as she leans forward to scan the candidates for someone who resembles the other goldrider. "It seems that dragonriding runs in families. I would not be surprised if he Impressed."

Perhaps Alida is one of the few Reachians who doesn't tense up at the notino of another Vijay being possible dragon-bait, for the blonde merely peers at Aishani's information, then down at the candidates, nodding. Blink. "Holy shit... Valenros got a brown." Surprise is evident.

Watching the Impressions, Jo is settled back with her legs out and her hands resting on her stomach. She continues to mutter something to her brownriding companions as they watch V'ros Impress, nodding a few times towards him, but little would be heard in a matter or words.

L'sha cheers and claps as V'ros Impresses. "Way to go!" Rillaeth bugles again down to the sands as the newly-Impressed pair are led away.

"I know!" That's Aishani's response to Alida, as surprised as the bluerider is, before she perches on the edge of the step beside Lilah, gold dress and all. Pointing to the sands and the white robes and Jayzin like it'll help, "Same colouring as me, bald. He's cute, I'm told. But I can't see it. I don't know if he wants to Impress, but... he agreed to Stand." She shrugs. Who knows what boys think.

Vash spots the woman who enters the galleries after her and waves her pair of gloves at Hana before the very last few things are tucked under her bench. She turns back to the sands in time to catch some more dragonet appearances, though the expression on her face is reserved. Simple spectator stance.

"Is there something that's surprising about the Impression?" Lilah questions, at the exchange between the two 'Reachians. She does glance towards Jayzin with a considering look, but only to mark him to watch as further dragons hatch, as if to see if her theory holds true.

"Does 'e know what the shell he's possibly gettin' 'imself inta?" Alida murmurs over at Aishani, then watching more dragonets burst out and Impress.

A'rist's eyes fall, like so many others, on that little gimpy brown, and stay a moment. He looks then to Hraedhyth. His face goes a bit pale when he turns to Cadejoth. Paler, still, when he finally finds Lythronath up on the ledge.

With a purse of her lips, eyes on her cousin until ''that'' brown hatches, Aishani tells Lilah slowly, "Not a particular ''surprise'', but he is awfully anxious. Perhaps this will help." She's uncertain about that, but; "Stranger things have happened." Like the brown on the sands, for example. She says nothing about it, nothing at all, just tells Alida, "I tried to tell him. I gave him an assignment. So he should." She's not talking about the brown, but her gaze is fixed on it.

Alida seems about to answer Aishani when she gets her first look at the new brown... and her face tightens up for a moment before becoming utterly devoid of expression. Ohhh man.

Despite his wavering interest in the hatching, R'hin ''does'' sit up as that brown nears Jadzia, and exhales sharply when she speaks. After a beat, he slouches back down again, pale gaze tracking that new-hatched brown that everyone's buzzing about -- but not before stealing back the flask from Bristia.

Hana continues to lurk in the back, though a grin is given to Vash at the glove-waving - but for now, it's to the sands she is watching, cheering with the others at each Impression, and keeping at least some of her attention at the little brown.

"That dragon--." Lilah will say it, where others don't. She leans forward, the weight of her gaze falling on it as she traces the lines of malformed limbs. "That will be a hard life."

L'sha gasps and his hand rises to cover his mouth as he sees the little brown injure itself accidentally. He then grimaces as he notices the misshapen wings. "Oh, the poor thing." His eyes begin to glisten with tears. The Avalanche rider puts his arm around the greenrider's shoulders comfortingly. L'sha leans against the bluerider as he watches to see if the brown will Impress.

"Daddy? What's wrong with that one?" Innocent, cherub-eyes of Sealene's are turned towards Devaki after she points at the gimpy brown. Tevrane leans in and murmurs something soothing about him being fine, though the former exile is frowning, visibly.

"Yeah..." is all Alida notes to Lilah, further unwilling to say anything of the little brown.

Wincing, Aishani can only agree with Lilah. "It will be. Though... I have a friend. They manage. Vienne and Oswinth. He can fly, but he's tired easily..." A pause. "They manage." There's no sympathy there, but it is what it is.

"There might be things... that can be done. While he's still young. There are ways to cut the body and allow it to heal itself--." Lilah cuts herself off pretty quickly, though. The goldrider instead shrugs a dismissive shoulder as she watches that brown Impress.

There's an admittedly small commotion at the back, as R'hin manages to snag that ''other'' flask and there's a distinct amount of grumbling from the Savannah riders. Pushing to his feet, the Wingleader heads for the exit, nearly tumbling into Hana in his haste to escape (and undoubtedly burdened by the amount of alcohol he's consumed).

"Possible..." Alida grunts to Lilah, her own shoulder rolling casually, a soft creel coming from Pyrite. And soon enough, it's all over, leaving the bluerider shaking her head a little, glancing out from under long lashes to Aishani. "Booze time..." is mumured to both goldriders as she slowly stands. "Comin'?"

Aishani might be curious about what Lilah's talking about, glancing over her way -- but then it's over and she has to pick out Jayzin, still down there, still by himself. His shrug quirks a little smile. As she blinks over at the commotion R'hin makes, and stands to shift out of the way of people departing, she tells the Fortian goldrider, "There's always Iesaryth's clutch." To Alida, "Mm. I suppose."

L'sha manages to applaud as Jadzia and especially Geviaur Impress, then wipes his eyes and cheeks and stands. He and his friend join the rest of the crowd as they leave the stands and head away for the feast.

"There is," Lilah agrees. She makes no mention of Eliyaveith's clutch, especially since the gold on the ledges still doesn't seem to be showing any of her eggs. Her attention does follow R'hin as well at that commotion, and she even starts upwards as if she'd follow him, but--. Instead, she only nods to Aishani and Alida, gathering her jacket.

The shady trio of dragonriders fall silent on the recent Impressions - Jo, especially, frowning. She's looking there before movement catches her attention and she watches R'hin getting up and leaving. M'ron beside her elbows her as it looks like the last of the eggs have hatched. Then she gets to her feet and nods to Kait, murmurs something with a lingering glance towards the exit before they make short work of an exit.

Hana gives the drunk Wingleader a hand, but makes no move to help further - but as everyone starts to disperse, heads towards the living cavern to help keep an eye on things.

Catching the Fortian goldrider's attention on the bronzerider as well, Aishani's a little curious, but she just shrugs - who knows - and starts up the steps to the bowl.

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Logs:A Betting Number

2014-07-12T23:58:38Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{Log |who=Acele, Aishani |what=Aishani meets Acele as she works in the Inner Caverns. They talk gambling. |where=Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |when=Day 22, Month 3, Turn..."

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|who=Acele, Aishani
|what=Aishani meets Acele as she works in the Inner Caverns. They talk gambling.
|where=Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
|when=Day 22, Month 3, Turn 35
|gamedate=2014.07.11
|quote=And when has *interesting* ever been the main reason you can do anything? Unless you're fabulously wealthy, I guess
|weather=A blanket of cold, dense fog fills the bowl with its oppressive presence and obscures vision.
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|ooc=
|icons-new=Icon aishani sorrywhat.png,
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|log=It's a chill, foggy night, which seems to be keeping most people in the caverns and down through the entrance into the bar, away from the damp cold. There's not too many people still working, but some linger rather than go to bed right away, chatting in small groups. Despite the fact that it's off-hours, when Aishani appears, some of the groups seem to suddenly want to be ''elsewhere'' entirely. Goldrider's here, clear out in case there's work to be done. The tall, dark woman doesn't seem to be looking for anyone in particular as she steps into the caverns from the kitchen, but that doesn't change things. She either doesn't notice or isn't bothered.

Acele is working, though. Or, maybe working. It's not clear if the weird assemblage of frame and pegs strung with string is *work*, neccessarily, but Acele is certainly worrying away at it, absently passing a shuttle to and fro while nibbling through a substantial bowl of nuts and just staring off into space at nothing in particular. It's as if her hands are operating completely independantly of whatever's passing (or not passing, as the case may be) through her head. She's seated against the wall, legs crossed out at the ankles, loom on her lap.

Working makes it easier to hang around without looking like a loiterer, so score one for the weaver. Aishani makes her way along, arms folded, hands lost inside the jacket she's still wearing, huge fur collar attached. As she approaches Acele, she pauses to watch the work idly, not too concerned with what it is or how it works... just watching anyway, with dark eyes fixed on the shuttle for a beat. "What is that to have you working so late on it?" she asks, tone indicating mild interest. Maybe she's got nothing better to do than interrogate craft apprentices.

"Bah!" And the shuttle is on the floor. Acele scrambles to retrieve it, and then picks at the edge carefully "Um. Sorry." she eyes the woman apprehensively. Perhaps suspiciously. "Just edging. They bring good marks and they're easy to carry around." She tilts the whole contraption, and sure enough it's a woolen edging you may find on a neckline or cuffs. Perhaps craftily engineered to tug on a Weyrperson's pursestrings, as it spells over and over 'Oh, we must give honor' in short enough repeats to not be cut off awkwardly. "It's not THAT late, is it?" she wincingly inquires.

There's only a flick of her gaze to the runaway shuttle before Aishani just seems to pretend it didn't happen, ignoring Acele's scramble entirely. "No need to be," she says, with a little shrug. She bends down a little to peer at the edging, lips quirking faintly as she reads it. Straightening, "Not that late, but late enough that I'd expect most apprentices would be finding other things to do. But I suppose money is a good motivation. It certainly can motivate me." There's a sharp, quick smile before; "How long have you been at the Weyr?"

Acele nods grimly before resuming her shuttle passing. She shrugs. "Not much else to do but make trouble or talk about people, right?" she rearranges her weaving, pulling unwoven warp down, passing woven band under and away, re-arranging cards. "Three turns. Before I had to spend most of my time up there." she vaguely flaps a hand towards the complex "But now I'm allowed out." She glances from the weyrwoman to her weaving and back again, undecided, before just plunging gracelessly on "How long have *you* been at the Weyr?"

Tilting her head to one side, Aishani looks at Acele a bit more closely, bemused. "They must really stash you away in there. Though I go to Boll more often than not for what I need." Unapologetic, "Everyone's so busy here." And perhaps not up to her standards, given the way she's dressed, but at least she doesn't say it. At the question, her lips quirk again, but she considers, eyes bright. "I have to think about it, sometimes. Almost seven turns now. It feels... longer." She looks up at the rocky roof above, nose wrinkled briefly.

Acele takes a moment to examine her nails cooly, then ruins the effecy by gnawing at a hangnail. "Yes, the large looms there do allow more flexibility. My Master came here because it's new." and at that she falls silent for a few shuttle picks, ever seeking the illusion of industry. "But the wools here are finer, and there's the llama, so he finds it very interesting." no comment on Acele's particular findings, but she'd be unlikely to express those anyway. "Seven! That's a good number though." she nods wisely. "A betting number. You should law a wager on the day."

Dryly, "Yes, if you want to work in wool and have it appreciated, I suppose this is the place. There's never enough warm clothing to go around." Aishani's nose is wrinkled again, but now it seems to be in disgust with the weather. Fine brows arching, she wonders to Acele, "Do you find it interesting?" Just curious. As for betting, "I try to avoid gambling at home, but perhaps you're right. It would be nice to be lucky."

Fingers worry a bit at a selvedge, then the whole project is set down in favor of the bowl of nuts, which upon closer inspection would appear to be candied. Acele's forehead wrinkles slightly "Find....wool interesting? Well, more interesting than linen or cotton, those are pretty much the same. At least with wool there is variety, and versatility!" So, *whoosh*, basically. "We're doing some nice things with summer weights, too." Sigh. "I'm not allowed to gamble, but it's sort of a tradition. Place a wager on anniversaries. It seems weird, though, away from home."

"Wool. Your work. The Weyr. Any of the above. And I suppose there's that to be said about it." Aishani finds a nearby chair to perch on the arm of, unfolding arms to rest her hands in her lap loosely. "Summer." She sounds a bit wistful. "I wouldn't mind a look, then. Despite the wretchedly short summer, there's always South. And I imagine you could find someone to take a bet around here on something other than eggs... but perhaps the eggs are good enough. If I can't bet on my clutch, I can lay odds on this one." Another little shrug. "Where would 'home' be?"

"Fort." no elaboration is offered. "And when has *interesting* ever been the main reason you can do anything? Unless you're fabulously wealthy, I guess. But if you're rich there's still *duty*" 'Duty' is pronounced the way some might say 'litterbox' or 'shed tunnelsnake skin'. Ugh, duty. "You can just go South? Don't you have...." a searching pause "things to do? You know.." Yeah, duty. The 'D' word. Acele offers the nut bowl. "Oh, I don't think I could bet on eggs."

Nodding as if she's suddenly enlightened, Aishani reaches into her jacket to pull out a flask, slender and silver. As she uncaps it, "Interesting, I suppose, ought to be a reason you do some things. As for duty, well. I'd guess that all depends on how much you believe in it. And well... I do what I have to, and when I'm done that, I have other uses for my time." Which is to say, yes. She waves off the nut bowl, offering a quick smile. "Why not? Everyone else does, it seems like."

Acele huffs uncomfortably, easing herself on her chair "It just seems...irreverent. I guess." Crafters, right. She shrugs and pops another handful of nuts into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully "Well, you have to do SOMETHING. And what's interesting usually isn't what keeps you clothed and fed. So, it's a bonus. Kind of. I guess." a yawn is swallowed, pooly hidden behind sticky fingers "Oh. Other uses? I thought riders were always Very Busy."

With a purse of lips, thoughtful, "I suppose I can see that. At this point, I imagine it's more on the candidates, but same sort of thing, I'd guess." Aishani takes a drink before considering Acele, then recapping her flask and putting it away. She won't be said to be corrupting apprentices. She has to admit, "This is true. I'd always imagined that crafters might have a particular passion for their work, but in the end, it's just a job. Like everything else." The yawn might arch fine brows again, but she merely replies, "Without threadfall, Very Busy has downgraded to Somewhat Busy. In my estimation. Not that I was around then. But everyone's picking up little hobbies of late, so..."

Her snort sounds amused, and not even a touch cynical "I mean, yes, sometimes. I have brothers and sisters who are rabid about their work. Just totally mad over it." Acele rolls her eyes expressively. "Most people I've talked to, though, just like something ok and can do it and that's good enough." She doesn't seem to be all that bothered by this revelation. Another yawn. "Well, hobbies are good. Make your extra marks where you can make them, stow them away. You could probably make a killing on imports." And now she eyes the rider appraisively "Though it would be hard not to notice you popping in and out."

The second yawn is enough of a cue to have Aishani kicking her feet out to stand, though she notes, "It's nice when someone dressing you is like that. Then they're keen enough on making a name that they give you things for free." Or give ''her'' things for free, anyway. "But it's like that for riders as well. Not the bond, that's something else... but the job doesn't have to be about duty. It depends who you are." Something about Acele's remarks cause her to flash another grin, before, "I help my family with a little of that. And Iesaryth's a bit noticeable, true. But we all like to hop around a bit." A pause before, "I'm so sorry. I never got your name. Then I'll leave you to work or to bed, either."

Acele snorts "Free. They just know they'll get twice the business from it." Oh, so young to be so jaded. Heavy eyes blink deliberately "Sometimes, though, those are the crazy ones. It's easier to learn from someone who is a little more...." she searches the ceiling for the word, and apparently finds it. "Deliberate. Less caught up in the theoretical. I've seen some passionate drapers made mad clothing. just...MAD." hands flap around to indicate 'totally crazy' but might also suggest an invasion of gnats. Regardless, she then bends to retrieve her little loom "I should be off to bed, though. Lots to do tomorrow. Oh. Sorry. I'm Acele. Apprentice." A hand is formally offered.

Grinning at all of that, Aishani can agree, "I can't see some of the drapers and such I've worked with actually teaching." She nods for having lots to do - don't we all - then takes the offered hand firmly, with a brief smile. "Aishani. As I said, Iesaryth's." It seems like she thinks the introduction unnecessary, but goes through the motions anyway. "Have a good night, Acele. I'll come by the complex sometime." Moving away from the chair, she moves deeper into the caverns, giving a little wave before putting hands in pockets as she disappears.
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Logs:Business Meeting

2014-07-09T05:25:41Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{ Log | who = H'vier, Aishani{{!}}Leo, Aishani{{!}}Omer, Aishani{{!}}Andrai, Aishani{{!}}Vijays | where = Some bar shack around Tillek Hold | what = H'vier lends his skills t..."

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| where = Some bar shack around Tillek Hold
| what = H'vier lends his skills to the Vijay cause.
| when = Day 13, Month 3, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.07.08
| quote = Aye, let's give him a fighting chance.
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| mentions = Aishani
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| icons = h'vier.png
| log = As promised, Aishani does pass along a time and place once it's arranged; some dive shack of a bar in and around Tillek, and under cover of darkness, of course. It's raining, because that's the way of things around these parts, but the roof doesn't leak too much, keeping the few patrons dry. There's not many - just a couple of older men drinking alone, and a pair of young men standing at a table over their glasses. They resemble one another, dark and tall, though only one has something of the goldrider's look, leaning toward slender and quick, constantly alert.

When H'vier arrives at the bar, he doesn't look particularly rider-y, dressed in the sort of clothes any man might be dressed in, though they are chosen to make himself look just that little bit more broad. His beard is not quite so neatly trimmed as usual, either. All probably in the name of making him seem more intimidating. The bronzerider's path leads him to the bar, his gaze wandering past the few occupants, lingering on the pair of younger men for several moments, before he's ordering himself a drink. As soon as it arrives, he turns to approach the pair wordlessly.

The younger men seem to know what to look for, at least, in terms of what sort of guy might be coming - by the way the taller, leaner of the two straightens away from his drink with a word to the other, he's figured out H'vier's who they're waiting for. The first person, at least. As the rider-who-doesn't-look-like-a-rider approaches, he holds out a hand. "Leo," he says. With a nod to the other guy who's hunched over his drink still, "That's Omer. Shouldn't have too long to wait." Even as he says it, he glances back to the door, one eye on it always.

Probably good that H'vier has arrived before the other one. He nods to Leo as he shakes his hand, grip firm but not overwhelmingly so. Another nod is given to Omer, though his attention stays mostly on the one doing the introducing. "Havier," he offers even if these two might know perfectly well who he is. "Anything I need to know before we have company?"

Leo's grip is firm in return; though he seems to have his own wiry strength, yes, he is likely thankful H'vier doesn't see any need to crush his hand. Omer just grunts and drinks. Not much of a talker, but that appears to be Leo's job anyway. "Bartender and the others'll clear out after he comes in. There's a few guys waiting outside. Not too many, but enough so if he decides to bring drinking buddies, we'll be fine. If not, there's probably not much need to ''do'' much to scare him. We'll just make sure he understands that he should take the deal offered." He lifts his glass to tilt the rider's way. "Questions?" he asks, after a drink.

The bronzerider's gaze shifts toward the bar and then briefly toward the others drinking when Leo mentions them, but all he does is nod before his gaze is back on the other tall man. H'vier lifts his glass in kind, saying before he follows suit, "Ain't here to ask questions. And I'm sure it won't be hard to tell if you need a little more ''done''."

"No, probably won't be too hard. This guy, I think he's making himself out to be more of a hardass than he actually is. The theatre might be good enough." Leo shrugs, none too bothered either way. He's obviously more of a gregarious sort, but he seems well used to being around people more like his cousin (presumably), so the lapse into silence and waiting doesn't precisely ''bother'' him, but there is a faint glaze of boredom there in his gaze, like he's got better things to do. But fortunately, his prediction is correct: within less than twenty minutes, an wide shape of average height comes in from the rain and up to the bar. As he's served, one of the older men packs it in for the night, while the other moves closer to the door. A few more shapes slide in from the storm, quick and quiet.

H'vier has a dragon to talk to in the silence, at least, so he doesn't much mind the waiting, either. He seems alert enough that maybe he's not chattering away with the bronze the whole time, but he manages to finish his drink, at any rate. When the man finally does show up, the bronzerider only gives him a precursory once over before his gaze is shifting to the other shapes coming in from the storm. He stands tall, at attention, and only grunts a quiet sound of his dissatisfaction with the expanded guest list.

Leo gives the extras a long look as they come in and peel off to the side instead of following the man - as they shake off coats and hoods, he relaxes a touch. "Ours," he offers over a quiet breath, from behind the glass he drains afterward. The target in question has his drink now and is too interested in it to pay much attention to who's around the bar, to the way that the 'tender makes himself busy with some glasses near the grimy curtain that leads to the back room. Making like he's going for another drink, Leo heads up to the bar; Omer straightens and nods to H'vier and trails after, none too quick though. Other old guy? He's gone. At the bar, Leo puts his glass down forcefully to get the guy's attention, then giving him a toothy, sharp smile. "Evening, Andrai. Thought we'd give you another chance to consider our generous offer." The man snorts and says nothing for the moment, just looking at Leo, then over his shoulder, around the bar.

The single word makes H'vier relax a touch, just noticeably to anyone observant enough for those sorts of things. He watches Leo for a moment, but only follows once Omer has trailed after the other man. The bronzerider, leaving his glass behind, crosses his arms as he settles into a vigilant sort of stance a few paces behind Andrai. While his boss for the evening begins the conversation, H'vier studies the man, which means he's staring intently at him if he happens to look back his way.

Across the room, some of the men spread out - a couple sit at the table by the door, one in ''front'' of the door, while the other few take up positions surrounding. Their attention is likewise on the bar and on Leo, though the other man and the bronzerider that accompany him are watched as well - all part of the team, so to speak. As the bartender slips under the curtain to get the hell away from whatever this is, Leo leans on the rough bar casually. "Take the deal, walk away, keep making money," he says easily. Andrai snorts again, now eyeing H'vier, the room. He shifts on his stool. "Less money. And what're you going to do if I don't?" Leo takes a moment. He too looks to the big bronzerider, then the shorter, wider man. "You think we need you?" Another sharky grin.

There's little attention given to the other people now since they're, apparently, on their side of whatever this is. So H'vier focuses on Andrai, eyes narrowing slightly when he's looked at in kind. The bronzerider glances at Leo, though, instead of answering the shorter man. Whether he intends to move or not, he's playing the part of the big guy that listens to certain people. He doesn't need to go making a lot of his own decisions if Leo's the brain, after all.

There's some back and forth between the two men that doesn't seem to get much of anywhere, but the upshot seems to be that most people running... certain operations in the area have agreed to levy a percentage to the Vijays. This particular head of operations has failed to see the benefit, apparently. Eventually, when the lot of the Vijay thugs have begun to close in, Leo makes a big show of disappointment in the whole situation. "I guess it's good to know why you might need protection," he says, a bit sadly, backing off and holding up his hands. What happens next isn't on him. Omer snakes out toward the door, clearly aware of his part - and Leo looks to H'vier, a touch apologetically. Up to him, now. The other traders also look the bronzerider's way, expectant, looking for a cue.

Well, Leo might sound a little sad about the man not being very smart, but H'vier? He's grinning in a way that Andrai probably shouldn't like very much. The rider is going to ''enjoy'' this. He won't even mind sharing with the traders because, you know, the more the merrier when fun is to be had. The good thing about fun, too, is that it's not rage. It's a lot easier for H'vier to ''stop'' when Andrai is only wishing he would finish it off instead of actually doing it on accident.

Andrai does, in fact, look worried now. He looks from Leo to the bronzerider and back, though he puffs himself up like he's going to be able to manage this. He steps away from the bar slowly, hand on the rickety stool next to him. He's probably so worried about how pleased H'vier's looking that he doesn't notice the two other guys lingering nearby. One, the shortest of them, but the biggest, points out helpfully, "We can hold him up if he won't get up." Andrai's now the guy with his hands up, telling Leo, "I'll talk about it." Leo, examining his nails in a very Aishani-like way; "After." Too late!

There's a nod from H'vier to the 'helpers'. That would be splendid. But when Andrai starts to break, the bronzerider looks just slightly disappointed in the few moments before Leo's decision. It's that simple little word that's quickly and eagerly followed by a big, closed-fist undercut to the man's gut. Another follows before he's had any ''real'' chance to recover, or react, but then H'vier steps back to give him a moment so he'll be able to ''see'' the fist coming at his face perfectly well.

The man probably had some grand plans about fending off his attackers with the stool - he's all ready to grab it and run at H'vier - but he's too slow to do that effectively. He doubles over as he's hit in the stomach, gasping for air - and in that moment the bronzerider steps back, he goes for what's likely a belt knife... but is mysteriously ''gone''. Imagine that. One of the guys off to the side distracts Andrai with him so, when he turns back, all he sees is H'vier's fist. And he's down, groaning. The two that offered to hold him up scamper forward, as excited as the dragonrider is. Of course, they're about twenty. "Want 'im up?" Andrai is trying, but failing.

H'vier will have to thank whoever's taking knives. They aren't exactly his most favorite thing ever. He doesn't step in to kick Andrai while he's down, that could end the fun too quickly, and after a few moments, he nods to the question. "Aye, let's give him a fighting chance." It might even be nice if H'vier didn't sound quite so asshole-y about it. He even waits for some reaction from Andrai, once he's on his feet, some indication that he's still willing to fight back before the bronzerider is barreling into him to shove him against the bar, maybe to help keep him on his feet when he aims another fist at the other man's jaw.

The kids, so to speak, help Andrai up with a maximum amount of shoving and pushing, grinning at the bronzerider like he's their new favourite person. The man tries to get his footing after shoving them off - he has some pride - but the punches he aims at H'vier's mid-section are shortened by being shoved against the bar, and don't have the same force he might muster otherwise... or if he weren't hurting already. It's not a fair fight, but it's not meant to be. The hit to his jaw has him drooling red on the rough countertop, but he's awake, at least. Still. He makes a strangled sound that could be a curse. As for Leo, he's now pulled out a little book and a pencil, making notes. His gaze lifts now and again, but clearly he figures this is handled.

His style is clearly more power than agility, so it's kind of a shame that Andrai isn't exactly built to take advantage of H'vier's weaknesses. But that's part of what makes it fun for the bronzerider, even if ''always'' having the advantage might not always be fun. Maybe it's partly because of the boys who seem to be having almost as much fun as him. When H'vier shoves Andrai away from the bar, following through with another fist, hitting hard enough to split his knuckles and send the man back to the ground, he does kick him now. But only once. Because he steps back as he says, "Take your shots, men." Men, of course, not boys.

Andrai is still conscious, yes. But he likely wishes he wasn't, especially when the pair of maybe-twenty turn olds go put the boots to him in a practiced way. They all look a little rough, like they grew up fighting each other, then learned to fight other people. Even Leo has some wiry grace, for all that he doesn't deign to be involved in this violence. It's when H'vier speaks that he looks up with interest, then grins at the bronzerider. It fades as he looks past to the stompy twins behind and he says sharply, "Hey! Wait'll next time. Go see if Omer needs help." They are sad, but they go, reluctantly, as do many of the others. Leo doesn't offer a hand again, since H'vier's all bloody, but gives him an impressed nod. "Now this is the fun part," he says, obviously taking his own joy in this moment. He tears a sheet out of the book, bending down to tuck it in Andrai's pocket. "A reminder, in case you pass out," he tells the man, right in his ear. "Take the deal, as ''now'' offered, or... well. I can't say what I can do to help you then." He sighs, like he's real broken up about that, then straightens, steps over the prone body, and tilts his head toward the door. "Shall we? Let our mutual ''friend'' know how it went, if you like. But no news is good news." And with that, he's off rubbing his hands. "Want to see what he had on the runner?"

H'vier has a briefly apologetic, sort of, look for the called off boys, but his gaze turns toward Leo as Andrai is given his final offer. He flexes his hands before finally glancing down at his knuckles, but he makes no move to clean the blood away. Maybe he likes that part, too. "Been a pleasure," is said to Andrai before H'vier is nodding his answer in a similar gesture toward the door. "They might be as disappointed as me that he didn't put up more of a fight." Maybe not, but one last barb for Andrai's benefit is good for him as H'vier lets Leo lead the way out the door.

"Oh, we're ''all'' disappointed." Then out into the night. One of the kids with the boots will even give H'vier Andrai's knife, like a souvenir. Aw.

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Logs:After Iesaryth's Third Flight

2014-07-07T02:29:00Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{Log |who=Aishani, H'vier |what=After Reisoth catches Iesaryth, Aishani and H'vier do not kill each other. They do not have any fun either. |where=Flight Weyr, High Reaches W..."

{{Log
|who=Aishani, H'vier
|what=After Reisoth catches Iesaryth, Aishani and H'vier do not kill each other. They do not have any fun either.
|where=Flight Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|when=Day 7, Month 3, Turn 35
|gamedate=2014.07.06
|quote=No sex, no fun. No ''knives''.
|weather=Light snowfall
|mentions=N'rov, R'oan, S'kel, K'zin, A'rist, Rh'mis, Azaylia, Tayte
|ooc=
|icons-new=Icon aishani gratuitous.gif, Icon aishani iesaryth wave.png, Icon h'vier gratuitous.png, Icon h'vier reisoth observe.png,
|icons=
|log=''In early morning and light snowfall of day 7, month 3, Iesaryth finally stopped her constant sleeping to rise in her third flight, another sun in the dawn sky.''

''Since Aishani was disarmed in the days beforehand, no one was stabbed, but the flight is notable for a few other things. First, after all of the effort (rumored and otherwise) to swing things in Fort's Vhaeryth's favour in the past, he is absent from this flight, who knows why. Fort ''is'' represented, however, by Etrevth and Dieudoneth, a late arrival to the flight. Despite initial fierce competitiveness, Rasavyth, Lythronath, and Rosvelth fall behind early, and injured Rasavyth and exhausted Etrevth have to drop out entirely before the flight is done. Though there's no rider injuries, there's rumours of a near-scuffle between Rh'mis and the two Fortians, and the goldrider's general disgust with the lot of them.''

''Regardless, her queen must be caught, and it's Reisoth's keen observation that pays off over Dieudoneth's martial skill, so score one for High Reaches, and for H'vier, who presumably did not get knifed this time. And now, more eggs are on the way.''

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Some dragons collapse into exhausted sleep after flights; on her ledge now, after soaring high into the clouds with Reisoth, Iesaryth isn't ''moving'' much, but her hours upon days of sleep have her alert, watching the sparse snowfall over the bowl. Her rider, across the bowl in the flight weyr, because Faranth forbid Aishani deign to hold a flight in her own weyr, has not moved yet either. She ''was'' dozing, still might be - she's not unused to a weight next to her in her bed, and not quite free of her queen's influence, she might see little reason to get up. It'll come back to her, sure. Then comes the horror, or whatever else. At least there's no weaponry out there, in her discarded clothing. Not this time.

After watching the queen for several days, even if not a constant vigil, Reisoth is more willing to succumb to sleep. He's not the clingy sort, though likely obliging at the moment, so he'll lay nearby but not right next to Iesaryth unless that's what she wants. H'vier isn't quite so accommodating. He's as asleep as his dragon but that just means he won't realize if he's crowding all up into Aishani's space. Lucky her, though, he's close enough to rouse as soon as she starts moving at all. You'd think a man that's been stabbed recently would be a little more careful with a woman who has stabbed him in the past!

Iesaryth is nothing if not laid-back - whatever's good with Reisoth is fine with her, though nearby is good. She's not overly enamored with her mates either, particularly if she doesn't know them well, but she's ''pleased''. Pleased that it was that observance that made the difference. She appreciates that sort of thing. As for her rider... there's a moment or two when she slowly floats to consciousness that she does appreciate that closeness, sighing quietly and leaning back into him. But then there's a few things that register at once - differences in the person she's leaning ''against'', the bed, the weyr - and then she's ''tense'' and sliding away as far as she can, with a cough that's not too strangled. Afternoon.

Even if it's probably not very routine these days, H'vier is no doubt at least slightly accustomed to people going tense against him after waking up in circumstances of at least passing similarity. So it's not that but Aishani sliding away that jolts the bronzerider to confused consciousness. He leans up to look at the woman with furrowed brows. Then he closes his eyes for a moment, maybe to make sure nothing hurts in ways they shouldn't, before letting himself fall back against the bed. And now? Now he's looking a little smug. "I guess I lied."

Aishani might be annoyed if she could see how self-satisfied H'vier looks, but she's not paying attention to him, purposefully so. Instead, she moves slowly and deliberately; she pulls the sheet up around her, she swings long legs over the side of the bed, she sits up, long tousled curls spilling down her back. She didn't punch him in lieu of stabbing, so there's that. Shrugging, voice low and a little rough, much less neutral and cultured when she wakes, "Wouldn't be the first time, would it?"

When the sheet starts getting pulled around Aishani, H'vier reaches to curl his hand into the fabric and pull it back toward him. It's not because ''he's'' modest, of course. Only one guess as to why he doesn't want ''her'' to have it, though. "You wound me, weyrwoman. I like to think I'm generally honest with you." Generally. "Are you really in such a hurry to get on with your duties?" He's still pulling, gently but firmly, on the sheet.

There's not much of a fight for the sheet before Aishani decides it's beneath her dignity to carry on with it. She lets H'vier have the sheet, but her back is still turned; her fingers move to straighten her curls expertly. Apparently, she's used to making herself look presentable in short order. There's a flicker of a glance over her shoulder, dark eyes wary, before she goes back to it. "I didn't say that it wouldn't be the first time you lied to me specifically. And no, I'm not really. But I also have no interest in lounging around all day when I've been doing just that for several of them."

The sheet is forgotten almost the moment she gives it up, pushed out of the way onto his other side so H'vier can slide closer to her. He doesn't try to ''touch'' her, though. Not now that he can't blame everything on his dragon. Maybe getting stabbed that one time did him some good. At least where she's concerned. But he wants to, that's obvious. "I lie. Sometimes without meaning to." Like this time. "But you can't really hold that against me." She's not exactly Truthy McTruthson herself. "We don't have to lounge," he starts to say, but if H'vier was going to actually suggest other activities, he doesn't get to that.

It seems like a good thing that he doesn't try to touch her, by the way her body immediately shifts, ready to do... something. Hopefully something defensive. Aishani seems very aware of his presence, for all that she tries very hard to move on as if she isn't. She 'finishes' with her hair, though it's still a little ''big'', and when she puts feet to the cold floor and begins to stand, her cheeks are faintly flushed. Derisively, "How do you lie without ''meaning'' to? You do or you don't. And I really don't care either way." So pleasant. As she scans the weyr, probably for clothes, "''We'' don't have to do anything."

The bronzerider shifts and reaches like he might try to catch her by the arm but he stops himself from doing that, too. Probably not soon enough for Aishani not to notice, granted. "They don't start out as lies," he explains without really explaining anything. He might try but H'vier only watches her instead, shifting up and over to settle on the edge of the bed without any concern of his own for their clothes. After a moment, his gaze drops to the healing cut on his leg and he scratches at it absently when he looks up again. "No, you're right. We shouldn't." Like it was an option to begin with.

Aishani shifts away just as H'vier makes the half-attempt, but she flickers a look over his way as she does, expression unreadable. She's still faintly pink and awkward though. As she finds her things, examining their state closely piece by piece - she really ought to wear less-nice things when Iesaryth's proddy - either unbothered by his attention or determined to be unbothered, she snorts in a rather unladylike way. "That sounds like male logic," she says, shaking her head. "And I wasn't offering." A pause before, reluctantly, "She seems to like him."

He may not get to see her like this again, so ''of course'' he's going to take advantage of the situation. Even if he's being oddly decent, for him, about it while he does. There's a still kind of smug grin about her not offering, but it's the rest that H'vier focuses on. "That's good, I suppose. Since he'll probably be staring at her for the next few months." He knows Reisoth well enough to know that, anyway. "And maybe he'll remember that next time Hraedhyth goes up and catch ''her'' like he's supposed to."

Even if she's getting dressed now, in quick efficient motions, at least her underthings are nice to look at too - for as long as they're visible, anyway. This time, Aishani catches that grin and narrows a glare H'vier's way, though it loses a little something when she's standing there half-dressed, pants in her hand. What he says doesn't help much either - she just stares for a moment, then shakes her head and steps into her pants with a long-suffering sigh. Dryly, "Good luck with that." Asshole.

H'vier finally rises as Aishani starts to get her pants on. He stretches his arms over his head first, then finds his own pants to pull on, not in any hurry in the world. "Thanks," is his still grinning response. "It's not that I haven't... appreciated the time we've spent together. Or the time we'll ''get'' to spend together. But fucking you doesn't come with the knot I want. It's not personal, of course. I rather enjoyed myself. And Reisoth is more satisfied than he's been in a long time."

"Yes, well. It doesn't get me anywhere either, imagine that. Nothing personal." Smirk. Busy buttoning her shirt, Aishani doesn't have time to pay attention to what H'vier's doing. It's better that way likely. Unsurprisingly, she has absolutely no comment on her enjoyment of the morning or lack thereof, and as for Iesaryth... apparently she's said everything she'll say on the gold's behalf. With another of her heavy sighs, "As long as you don't cause me problems, I'll leave them alone. But don't expect this is some free pass to wander into my weyr. We have business, they have the clutch, that's it."

He only smiles, something biting but ultimately unspoken under the surface. He's being nice. Ish. With his pants secured, H'vier's gaze falls to his belt, re-threading the few places it's come loose. "Yeah, yeah. No sex, no fun. No ''knives''." The last is evidently his own addition to what's expected during this time while their dragons are on somewhat better terms than they are. "There's someone I think you should talk to, by the way. About business." But he offers no name as he finds first one boot, his shirt, and then the other boot.

Arching fine brows, seeming much more herself with her clothes on, Aishani sits - but only to pull on her boots. "I didn't think any of that would be an issue, since you weren't supposed to be here in the first place? And don't worry. Now that you're useful to me, I won't stab you." 'Unless you deserve it' hangs, unspoken, in the air. There's a moment before she's forced to add, "And I would never harm the rider of my queen's clutch sire. Fine, is that better?" The question is obviously not for H'vier. As for business, "I barely trust you, you think I should take your recommendation already? My cousin Leo needs to meet with you soon, by the way."

"It's not." An issue. Even if he seems to be telling himself as much as he's telling her. H'vier moves back to the bed, near where Aishani sits, and sets his boots down so he can pull on his shirt. "I'll take it as a kindness. And thank you, Iesaryth," is added to the air. "Do you trust anyone, weyrwoman? Besides, they hate me more than you do, so you ought to like them just fine." He turns to sit, pulling on his own boots, "When is soon?"

Though she's more herself, Aishani still goes just a little tense as H'vier sits near, her fingers on her laces barely pausing at work. "Sadly, I'm unable to knife as many people consequence free as I'd like. And even when..." She trails off, shakes her head. "Never mind." After she's tied both boots, she doesn't rise to her feet right away, looking at her toes on the stone of the floor. "I trust several people who have proven they deserve my trust. And I don't hate you." The obvious follow-up would be 'I don't care enough, etcetera', but she doesn't go there, just: "As soon as you can manage a night off."

H'vier glances over at the 'never mind' but doesn't press, finishing lacing up his boots instead. "When have I ever been untrustworthy?" To her specifically, presumably. "If anything, it's me who shouldn't trust you, not the other way around." Point made, he adds, "I can get a night off in the next seven. Tayte won't mind if I have things to do." Not that even ''she'' trusts him. But she has more reason not to.

"Perhaps it's less a matter of trust and more a matter of what I trust you to do." Done looking at her toes, Aishani pushes to her feet to stand again, turning to look down at him. "You've always been untrustworthy. I didn't like the look of you when you arrived, and you've proven to be unpredictable since. But I'll tell you when, and if it goes well with Leo, suggest away." With one of her diffident little shrugs, "You can trust me to pay you. And to be armed." Her grin is short, but sharp.

"I think you liked the look of me just fine," counters H'vier, sounding more than a little pleased with himself. He finishes with his boots and rises, dusting his hand against his thigh unnecessarily. "Predictable people are boring, Aishani. You should know that as well as anyone." The bronzerider smiles at her, one of his charming, harmless smiles. "It will go well. Just don't get it into your head that I'm as easy a target when I'm not distracted by horny dragons." He doesn't sound particularly worried about it now, but there's always the future to think about. "After you, weyrwoman," he says with a gesture toward the door.

Finally faintly exasperated, Aishani gives a soft sound of disgust, stalking off to get her jacket even before he's gestured for her to take the lead. She doesn't even care that he's likely going to watch her walk out, either - though she is flushed again. Pulling her collar high as she walks out, "Don't get cocky, just do your job." It seems like a simple enough way to get along with her. If she wasn't in the mood to be a bitch about six times out of ten. (Eight? Nine?)

Oh, he'll definitely watch her walk out. That's really the only reason to let a woman do anything first, after all. "I wouldn't dream of it, weyrwoman," says H'vier about getting cocky as she walks off. And if he's grinning as he follows eventually in her wake, at least she can't see it to get annoyed by it now.
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{{Categories
|Categories=Post-Flight Logs, Criminal Alliances Logs, Re-Return of the Vijays Logs
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Aishani

2014-07-06T20:32:21Z

Brieli:

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|name= Aishani
|position=Goldrider
|dragon=[[Dragon:As True as the Tide Gold Iesaryth]]
|craft=
|birthplace=On a Trade Route, Somewhere
|mother=Zahra (deceased)
|father=Rajiv (executed, HRW, Turn 19)
|siblings=none
|children=none
|friends=Jayzin (-3) and Jyani (-9), cousins, residents at High Reaches Weyr; Serah, cousin, rider of brown Nazguwynth at Fort Weyr (-3)
|playedby=Ashley Madekwe
|livejournal=http://iesaryth.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay], daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she's been keeping herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever it else it is she does outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Is that good or bad? Opinions, as always, are mixed. At least she's not doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone can tell.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]] (or does she?) Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents. [[Madilla]] is a good example. Bad taste in men though.

== Clutches ==

* [[Clutch:34|Gold Iesaryth x Brown Arekoth]] - Day 1, Month 4, Turn 31

* [[Clutch:35|Gold Iesaryth x Bronze Vhaeryth]] - Day 21, Month 2, Turn 33

* [[Clutch:36a|Gold Iesaryth x Bronze Reisoth]] - TBD

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

{{PrettyLogsAll | name = Aishani{{!}}Brieli | count = 10}}

== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
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|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
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|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/8cNeXWpTVlo Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
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|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
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|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
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|* [http://youtu.be/tkD8eOj2iz4 Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
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|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
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|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://youtu.be/diYAc7gB-0A Freedom '90 - George Michael]
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|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
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|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
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|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
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|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
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|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
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''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

[[File:aishani_flawless.gif]]

[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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Category:Vijays

2014-07-05T23:58:08Z

Brieli:

==History==

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal to work with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Rajiv's execution and the subsequent criminalization of the Vijay clan left them living in poverty and secrecy for the long turns afterward, avoiding the Weyr's scrutiny lest more punishment come down. The women of the family took over the management of the family's finances and business interests (such as they were) in absence of any of the men to step up in Rajiv's place. The caravan struggled each turn, but managed to hold themselves together, despite heavy losses in the first few winters.

In Turn 27, Rajiv's daughter [[Aishani]] left the caravan to assume a new identity at Crom Hold, trading places with a young woman named Brieli, who eventually married into the family. Aishani's intent was to move to High Reaches Weyr under the guise of 'Brieli' to exact revenge on those who had so wronged the family -- and it was what she had been trained for. However, the next turn, she Impressed to gold Iesaryth, causing a great deal of consternation in the family -- especially amongst those newly released from the mines of Crom, abused enough by dragonriders to not want one in the family.

When she began to offer aid, it helped. When she named herself Acting Weyrwoman and revealed herself to be a Vijay in Turn 31, it helped a great deal. Though Aishani eventually stepped down, and her dragon did not rise in time to make her Senior Weyrwoman, she has continued to make efforts to help repair the damage done by the Weyr to which she is now tied.

==Current Status==

The Vijay caravan is now well-stocked and in good repair, with approximately 40 people in the family. The ages tend toward the very young or the old, with most of the eldest men having done time in the mines or similar. All of them have various trader-type skills, but they've also kept up and passed on their less-legitimate abilities like knife-throwing, hand-to-hand fighting, lock picking, creative accounting and so on. Their base of operations is around Tillek Hold, though they have dealings with [[Greenfields Hold]] that involve a little trafficking of stolen goods, a little extortion, and a little acquiring of items on request -- thanks to Aishani and her partner-in-crime, [[Jo]].

==Notable Vijays==

* Rajiv - Former leader of the Vijays, executed at High Reaches Weyr in Turn 19. He was a very angry man.

* [[Aishani]] - Junior Weyrwoman to Iesaryth at High Reaches Weyr. Gave her life to settling a score. Distrusted by her Weyr. Regaining her family's trust.

* [[Jayzin]] - Jyani's older brother, more of a cook than a thief. Standing for Hraedhyth and Cadejoth's clutch.

* Devindra - Mid-50's. Hardass. Head of the family, but ailing due to his time working in Crom's mines.

* Priya - Late 40s. Kind and pragmatic. Will likely lead the family in Devindra's place when he passes, as she did when he was a convict.

* [[Jyani]] - Teenager. Lives at High Reaches Weyr, working as Aishani's assistant.

* Leo - Mid-20's, beginning to make a name for himself in heading up some new 'family business'.

==General Route==

TBD

== Log Categories ==

* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Criminal_Alliances_Logs Criminal Alliances]

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Jyani

2014-07-05T23:55:08Z

Brieli: Older brother update.

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== Description ==

Short, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed with warm brown skin, a pretty smile, and a cloud of curls.

== WYSK ==

* Jyani has been living at High Reaches Weyr since she was about thirteen, assisting [[Aishani]] in her duties.
* She is quick and quiet, and shares her cousin's tendency to lurk in the shadows, though Jyani is much less noticeable.
* She has her own room, making her the envy of many teenage dorm-dwellers.
* She's said to have a smart mouth. Go figure.
* Her brother is [[Jayzin]], that guy with the smile that works in the kitchens.
* She's also a [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay]. Engage at your own risk.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

* [[Aishani]] is her big sister and role model. She's not sure about being a dragonrider, but she's sure about wanting to be like her cousin.

* [[N'rov]] is pretty cool, even though she pretends to think he's not. It's all very ''romantic'' too, sigh.

== RP Logs ==

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Aishani

2014-07-05T23:51:29Z

Brieli: New cousin~

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== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay], daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she's been keeping herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever it else it is she does outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Is that good or bad? Opinions, as always, are mixed. At least she's not doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone can tell.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]]. Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents.

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

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== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
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|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
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|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/8cNeXWpTVlo Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
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|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
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|* [http://youtu.be/tkD8eOj2iz4 Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
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|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://youtu.be/diYAc7gB-0A Freedom '90 - George Michael]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
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|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
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|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
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''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

[[File:aishani_flawless.gif]]

[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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Logs:Vijay Family Reunion

2014-07-05T23:45:39Z

Brieli:

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|log=No matter how cold it may be outside or the fact that snow falls steadily over High Reaches, it may as well be summer in the kitchens at the height of their use, heat radiating from multiple sources nevermind the sheer amount of people that move around the room doing one thing or another. It's enough to get lost in, and surely Jayzin has been forgotten in this mess. He has been sat at an out-of-the-way table with a pile of tubers, shaving off the skins quickly and precisely with the sharp blade of his knife as the peels grow around him.

That warmth attracts people, has workers pass through from the storerooms rather than by the inner caverns, and Aishani is no different. Though the tall, dark woman is as impeccably dressed and groomed as always, there's an air of somnolence about her, one that's awfully familiar to those who know her lazy queen's behaviour. That might be why she's accompanied, heralded by one Jyani, bouncing with the same energy as her curls, a sharp contrast to her cousin and boss. The teenager scans the kitchen as they enter because Shani's sure not catching everything today - and with a little gasp of delight that still hasn't gone yet, spots her brother and totally abandons duty. Beelining over with the weyrwoman bringing up the rear, Jyani snarks, "They put you where you belong, huh?" Her smart mouth has not improved at the Weyr.

Despite his age, Jayzin still tosses the next potato skin in Jyani's direction for her snark, drawling dryly in response as he says, "I requested to be here. I was like, 'where can I be farthest away from bratty little sisters'." But he almost certainly can't help himself from the smile that comes so naturally to his lips, a bright, easy thing that has long since seemed to bury crow's feet at the corner of his eyes. It is only as he catches sight of Aishani that the smile dims a bit, his knife lifting to his eyebrow in a gesture of a salute, almost. "Aishani."

Jyani bats away the peel with a wrinkle of her nose, countering, "I'm not bratty. Or little. I could stand this time. Or for Iesaryth's clutch, if I wanted to. Hers'll be better anyway." As she comes up behind the younger girl, it's Aishani's turn to wrinkle her nose, perhaps at how matter-of-factly Jyani discusses her... state. The faintest flush on her cheeks, she gives Jayzin something between an apologetic and exasperated glance. "Jayzin. I hope they're treating you well in here? I know most of the workers so if there's an issue..." She'll fix it.

"Are you sure? I think you're still twelve," Jayzin counters back with a slide of one brow upwards, shaking his head at his sister's answer. "They don't let twelve year olds stand for clutches." He answers Aishani's question first with the simple wave of his knife, gesturing to the area around himself. "Thanks, but I'm good. You are, uh, expecting..." Instead of finishing the awkward thought, he starts coughing. Nice save, Jayzin.

That really shouldn't annoy Jyani, but she's not quite teenager enough to be cool about it yet. "Ugh, you're so annoying. I can't believe they even let you come here." She collapses in a huff on a stool nearby, but not enough of one for her to be totally serious. With fine brows arched, Aishani tells the girl patiently, even so; "You don't get to be the special one forever. I told you that." An eyeroll to Jayzin, then she's trying to cover a sudden yawn. Embarrassed, she nods slowly, sighing, "It seems so. I always sleep quite a bit." Jyani, helpfully: "Last time, she slept almost ''eighteen'' hours."

Jayzin indicates the pile of tubers with the point of his knife for his sister, carelessly replying to her accusation with only the suggestion, "If you're going to sit there and pout, you could help, special." He probably assumes, too, that she has a knife available for herself, since he does not offer one. "Sounds inconvenient. I guess with dragons, everything is inconvenient."

Loftily, "I'm the assistant to the weyrwoman. I don't have to do manual labour." Jyani looks superior - that is, until Aishani gives her a ''look''. Quietly, "Help your brother." Though the younger girl makes a face, she unsheathes a small belt knife and does as she's told. It's probably good for her, from the looks of things. For her part though, Shani leans agains the wall, folding her arms. "They took my knives," she explains. "Because I stabbed someone in the hand last time. That's inconvenient. Not everything is... but some things can be. It's an adjustment." A pause. "Things change at home too."

"Sounds like someone is up on a high runner," drawls Jayzin at his sister's answer, leveling his own look complete with a curved brow on Jyani. But as the weyrwoman steps in to solve the situation, he is freed to grab another tuber of his own and turn back to Aishani. To the comment of change, he merely replies, "Another thing that can be traced back to dragonriders. Sounds like you've adjusted, though. Giving up your knives for..." He still doesn't seem to want to approach the idea of mating flights with his cousin, so he just waves his knife again.

Jyani heard a little of that at Turnover too; more than a little from their mother, so she doesn't say much, just lapses into sullen, misunderstood silence. It's so hard being her. Everyone sucks. Peel peel peel. Aishani grimaces a little, shakes her head Jayzin's way as she looks down at the toes of her boots. "It's never easy to be looked at differently. And I hate being unarmed, but... I can't go around stabbing people for minor reasons." Her tone makes it sound like a major imposition. If she had her way, she'd stab whoever the hell she liked. "All the rock still makes it hard to really breathe sometimes."

Jayzin's lips twitch into his easy smile, as if he couldn't really help himself in the way that it comes so naturally. "I could find you something softer as a weapon. A club wrapped in fur, maybe," he offers to his cousin with bright humor. "This is not the best place of it. Too much heat and too many people, but yeah... It's odd, sleeping with all of this rock. I brought a tent with me if it gets too much."

"They get so mad," Aishani says, as if it's beyond her why anyone should take such violence all personally. Her own lips quirk into a smile, though faint. "I don't mind it here so much, really. Even the summer isn't so bad; it never really gets ''hot'' here. This is the best place for the gossip, besides. But... it can get to be a lot of people, a bit much. I had the time at the Hold to acclimatize more, but..." A little shrug. "Do you think you'll stay if it all... doesn't work out?"

"I don't know," sounds an awful lot like a no as Jayzin slowly slides his knife along the peel of his tuber, efficiency given up as it becomes more of something to occupy his hands. "I guess they'll expect me back, after. If..." He shrugs in turn as well, almost an unconcious mimic of his cousin's gesture.

With a purse of her lips, looking his sister's way, "They might. But there's things to do here too. For the family." Aishani glances over toward the rest of the kitchen, gauging how far sound might travel. "I've made some arguments. If you impress, definitely. But either way, maybe." She straightens off the wall, only to slide hands in her pockets. "I imagine it depends on what you'd like to do."

"I guess we'll see," Jayzin agrees, his own words dropping to a murmur as he glances after Aishani's in his own gauging look. "I think the Weyr'll notice at some point, though, if too many of us hang around here." He doesn't seem ''too'' concerned about that, despite bringing it up.

With a smirk, "If the Weyr doesn't notice, I'm sure K'del will. There's only so far that can go. If we impress, well. That's different. They couldn't get rid of the proper convicts..." Aishani gives another of her little shrugs. They certainly can't get rid of people who haven't technically done anything wrong. "Speaking of which - convicts, I mean - I ought to introduce you to Jo, Tacuseth's rider, sometime soon. We work together." There's a subtle emphasis on 'work'.

Jayzin nods agreeably, promising to his cousin, "I'll be around. Maybe after... though." Again, the little wave of his knife.

"Well, yes." Shani eyes the potatoes for a moment longer than she probably needs to before blinking back to herself. "Of course. I just meant... sometime." A pause. "I'll let you get to it. And ''Jyani'' can stay and help." Jyani, predictably, looks less than thrilled at this turn of events, but she doesn't argue, just keeps at it. Aishani stands awkwardly for a moment before; "Well. You know how to find me if you need me." And she turns on her heel and sets off. It's not till she's gone that the teenager mutters, "She's just gonna sleep. And ''thanks''." She thinks she's in trouble.

"If she's just going to sleep, it's not like she needs you," Jayzin counters as only an insufferable older brother can. "Unless you think she can't sleep without you." But, then, he leans over to point out a piece of skin that she missed, and turns the conversation to those things that their mother insisted that he tell her when he saw her.
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Logs:Vijay Family Reunion

2014-07-05T23:26:59Z

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Logs:Favours

2014-07-03T18:10:21Z

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| when = Day 23, Month 2, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.07.02
| quote = If you can live with that, then -- in return, you owe ''me'' a favor, to be called in when required.
| weather = Heavy rain in the middle of winter only means that the temperature is only a few degrees above freezing; it's more miserable for the soaking torrents.
| categories = 
| mentions = K'del
| ooc = "Someday - and that day may never come - I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, accept this justice as gift on my daughter's wedding day."
| icons = aishani narrowed.png, r'hin.jpg
| log = Riders' Lounge, High Reaches Weyr

About as high up the bowl wall as it is possible to get before hitting clear sky, right up against the rim, this ledge is tiny, narrow and not terribly inviting. Though angled towards the sun, there's not enough room to properly stretch out, and that same angle ensures it receives the worst of bad weather, with no shelter whatsoever. From above, there's not even an obvious passage inside, as if this particular ledge is, in the end, nothing more than a natural outcropping. It's only from atop the ledge itself that the cleverly concealed entrance becomes clear, angled into the stone as it is.

Inside, there's a cavernous space, more than making up for the stinginess of the ledge. There's one large main room, and a much smaller back room that could probably be used as a bedroom - if this weyr were in traditional usage. Instead, the main cavern is largely filled with a collection of mismatched tables and chairs, with a trolley at the far end that contains a prodigious amount of liquor. Old, but still impressive, hangings cover the walls, all depicting scenes of High Reaches in glory. The back room has been turned into a storage area, with several cases of whisky and a variety of other spirits ready and waiting.

A strange pipe contraption comes through the ceiling and towards the stone floor, where a large bucket sits beneath it. A lever turns on water from the pipe: fresh rain or snow, ready for drinking.

----

Iesaryth is not in the mood to be awake, nor is she pleased to be awake, especially with this rain, which is not precisely her favourite weather... despite her affinity with water. Hers, however, is the ocean, not icy death from above, thanks. She is a warm tropical night by contrast, only weighted down by the clouds of her mood, when she puts in the politest of inquiries with Leiventh: where might his rider be on this horrific evening? The answer means she has to go out in it, but she won't blame the bronze, only riders for it. Who else would choose to go ''out'' now, in this? Aishani is one person; once she's dropped off on the ledge, she's good enough to leave the massive, dripping raincoat-hooded-thing behind, though she's not exactly as ''flashy'' as she might normally be. Slumming, or something.

The chill wind of Leiventh's thoughts, at first, might be difficult to discern from the weather, threaded as it is with High Reaches' wintry cold. He seems amenable enough to sharing: the rider's lounge is a short trip from his own ledge, and he's retreated to the safety of the shelter there, watching with a bare glimmering of eyes. There are other people willing to brave the weather... for the right lure. In this case Savannah's weekly poker game in the rider's lounge -- though not as well populated as on fairer evenings -- still goes on, populated by the stalwarts of the wing. Bristia holds court, dealing the cards against a round with E'nest, A'gon and K'son, a handful of other riders clustered around, including R'hin. Most, if not all of them have a drink to hand. The flicker of pale gaze in the ledge's direction might well suggest Leiventh passed on the query, though the bronzerider seems to be waiting for Aishani to join them.

Though Iesaryth will offer gratitude in both thought and wide arc past her sire's ledge as she departs, she has no interest lingering on the nearby heights as she might on better nights - back to her weyr, warm and faintly humid near the bath, where a dragon might ensure her nose doesn't get too dry and scaly in the cold. Her thoughts sink back into the depths with a remarkable speed. And though Aishani likely didn't expect to walk into a weekly card game, it barely gives her pause to do so; she scans the rest of the cavern, then approaches as she undoes her coat. When she's easier to see in the dim light, she looks a bit... tired, but no less put together than usual, though her curls are tied back in a loose knot. As she comes to stand near R'hin, she doesn't interrupt, just finds her flask in the meantime. ''Drink'' here? Are you kidding?

There seems to be some ribbing about A'gon's choice to stay in the game, despite his 'obvious tell', which all the Savannah riders are chortling about. R'hin's jacketless, coatless, but he is at least wearing a shirt, leaning against the side of one of the couches, gulping down a mouthful of beer. His head turns, marginally, to acknowledge her presence in a way that doesn't overtly draw attention to her, given her low-profile entrance. "Beer?" he inquires, by way of greeting. ''As if'' bring your own drink to a drinking establishment!

Aishani pays attention, watches the players with a quick, sharp gaze that suggests mentally filing things away for later. She hasn't uncapped the flask when R'hin makes his offer, but like ''that's'' going to stop her - it's not until she's taken a drink, and offered it over that she actually looks over and shrugs. "If it's what you're drinking." Such a trial. In lieu of a chair, she'll perch on the arm of the bronzerider's couch, long legs crossed at the ankle. "How's it going?" Likely the poker, but it could mean anything, by her tone.

R'hin tilts his head, looking at the flask as if momentarily considering it, but holds up his beer as defense. "I'm working my way up to something stronger." He ''does'', at least, lean forward to pour another glass of beer from the pitcher, setting it within Aishani's reach. While she ''perches'', he stands straighter when he resumes his spot, perhaps by no coincidence chuckling as he regards her. "It's plain you're not here for the drinks, ''or'' the game -- though you really ought to join in a round or two. So, it's either my ''ruggedly good looks'', or...?" Something ''else'', and it's that pause in which expectant look is bestowed on the goldrider.

With another of her little shrugs, Aishani caps the flask and tucks it back in her jacket, away. Beer it is. It doesn't ''seem'' like it ought to be her thing, but she's quick enough to pick up the mug and tilt it toward the table at large, then R'hin in specific, before drinking. Looking down into the amber liquid ruefully, "It's like to put me to sleep, honestly. And I try not to gamble at home." Glancing back up toward him, soberly, "I hate to take money from people here when I already make a decent living." Sober for a beat, before she flashes a grin and sighs, "All business and fishing for compliments at the same time. Fine, you get one and not the other. I'd like a favour." It sounds so simple.

The game goes on: A'gon loses, though he's flatly denying bluffing, and there's a bit of back and forth banter before the group finally sort themselves out, K'son swapping out before Bristia deals the next game. With a lift-and-drop of shoulder in a quick motion, R'hin says, "We won't tell," so blandly and quickly it's likely to be true. It's soon followed by a snort, however: "You have ''almost'' enough cockiness to rival E'nest, but honestly," he leans closer, voice lowering a tad, "I think you'd be out of your league. Probably for the best." His tone, as ever, holds that faint trace of amusement: somewhere between baiting and cajoling. "I never like to miss an opportunity," he adds, with a chuckle, before pale eyes linger on her. ''Expectantly,'' now.

With a quirk of her lips, "If I play, or I fall asleep?" Aishani glances over to the couch as if considering it as an option, and shudders. Doesn't stop her from taking a drink, though. The baiting has her rolling her eyes, but something about that other note has her pursing mouth and narrowing eyes in a big show of distrust before she nods. "All right. And it does require something in the way of confidence to do the things I do, so. That makes sense." No owning up to cocky. She's patient about waiting for the next hand to be dealt in, while she looks at R'hin looking at her with some little entertainment. "Which is why I thought I'd ask, since you hear things. So, if you heard anything about my family, it wouldn't be a ''production'' to pass it on, would it?"

"Either," comes R'hin's deft reply, though this time it's accompanied by a dark chuckle, "Though, if it's the ''latter''," his gaze is ''considering'', ''amused'', though that thought goes unvoiced. When she indicates that he ''hears'' things, his head tilts, as if to imply ''I do?'' Rubbing a hand over the stubble on his chin, he asks, innocently, "Pass it on to ''whom''?"

Aishani arches fine brows questioningly over her mug at R'hin's unfinished thought; yes, go on? His implied innocence has her laughing now, though it's low and quiet as she shakes her head. Tucking an errant curl back behind her ear, she tells him patiently, as if such naivety were believable, "To me, as that would be helpful. To me." And to no one else, ''clearly''.

Go on? Oh, no, more interesting games are afoot, and R'hin's chuckling again, ''mostly'' to himself.

Wrinkling her nose, Aishani waits for a long few moments, like she has all the time in the world to hang around in this place, cursed by K'del as it is. Patience, however, is not a strong suit. After a time, and some of her beer, "What? What is it?" It's not too sharp, but edged.

R'hin will, at least, lean forward to refill her glass, gentleman that he is. When it comes to drinks, anyway. He glances at the game-in-progress, then back to her, as his visible amusement fades. He hasn't said ''no'', but: "What's in it for ''me''?"

"What do you need?" Aishani asks it that simply, as if it's in her power to provide whatever it is. Confidence. "Or want. I don't really care, though the distinctions can be interesting. What can I do for you, I suppose, is the question." The glass is refilled, though she leaves it alone for now - though liquor doesn't seem to affect her all that often, the beer leaves a flush on her cheeks.

Is that a flicker of disappointment in pale eyes? Certainly it doesn't linger enough to be more than a suspicion, though she certainly has R'hin's full attention. "The problem, dear goldrider, is this: you're ''already'' close with your family. So either this is some sort of internal power play, or you're trying to ''test'' me. And I don't much ''like'' tests."

Tilting her head as she regards him steadily, Aishani considers R'hin and that flicker in his gaze, his words. Her lips purse and she sighs before, "It's neither. Why would I ask you for a ''favour'' if I were just going to ''annoy'' you. I just need to know if anything ''bad'' starts going around so it can be contained, all right?" Shaking her head again, she looks away. "I'm not about to have things pulled apart now. Call it an early warning system."

"There have been worse reasons given," R'hin says, rather blandly. Those pale eyes of his continue to study her, a curious tip of head at that last. "I won't pass everything on wholesale; those traders of your stir up rumors aplenty, after all. I won't put anyone in the Weyr in danger. That ''includes'' you. If I know you'll take what I tell you and try and stab someone in the eye, I'll lie to your face." But he is, at least, ''honest'' about his intention to lie under those circumstances. "If you can live with that, then -- in return, you owe ''me'' a favor, to be called in when required. It may take some time to find something you can... provide, after all."

Perhaps something of an explanation, "I'm ''not'' that close to my family. Half of them can't deal with Iesaryth. If I can make it easier on them..." Aishani will. R'hin's attention doesn't bother her, nor do his terms - in fact, she smirks for her high stabbing potential - but one thing does. "An ''undefined'' favour? No statute of limitations or... scale, or anything? Can I trust you to be fair about that trade?" She narrows her dark gaze at the bronzerider again, though again, it's exaggerated. With a sharp laugh for his last, she ''looks'' as if she should really be making some smart remark or another, but discretion has somehow gotten the better of her. Finally.

A slight tip of head marks the bronzerider's note of her explaination. "''Your'' favor has no statue of limitations or scale," R'hin reminds her, with a low chuckle. As for whether he can be ''trusted''? "I won't embarrass you, nor seek to harm yourself or Iesaryth." Pale eyes rest on her, expectantly. Patiently.

There's much to dislike there, but apparently it's a matter of need and not want with Aishani; she nods and offers curtly, "Fine." As if she's handed off her firstborn or something. ''That'' might go over better. Looking up to meet his gaze, less curt and more gracious now, "Thank you."

Leaning down, R'hin taps his glass against hers, then drinks, as if saluting the deal via alcohol is a necessary part of sealing it. Surprise is evident at her thanks, and soon after, a speculative regard follows, though it doesn't seem to guide the words that follow. "Play a round before you go," he suggests, with a tip of head towards the table.

Tilting her own mug his way, Aishani drinks after as well. No sense in going against tradition. She's used to attention, even this close, used to pretending she doesn't even notice, which is what she goes with for the moment. Though at the suggestion, she does look up again, brows arching again curiously. "I might. Are you going?" Her feet slide in toward the couch's feet with a scrape, bracing to stand.

With a grin, like R'hin's relishing saying it, "I'm happy to ''watch''."

Standing slowly, Shani has to laugh again, another short, sharp sound - even as she shakes her head. "Of course," she says, with a smirk. "I'll try to make it interesting." And well. If the few steps she takes to the table to get herself dealt in ''are'' pretty interesting, she pretty much always walks like that.

Does he watch? Well, it's probably a safe bet. In the meantime, R'hin fills up his glass again, stepping closer to watch the game. A'gon's quick to vacate as soon as he spots Aishani walking up, almost like he's ''glad'' to get out of the game. Bristia gives Aishani a grin, there's a well-practiced spiel on the particular poker variant at play, and then she's passing out the cards. The ribbing amongst the group is earnest enough, and they all seem to be playing to win.

After a general greeting, Aishani's content to sit down and sit back and let everyone else do the trash talking, though she's likewise there to play, fairly competitive when it comes down to it. It is probably a good idea that she doesn't play at home. But she's about as good at hiding her hands as she is at hiding everything else, so is at least up when she walks away - though the difference is left behind for drinks. Which ''do'' seem to have a visible effect on her alertness level, sending her to wait for Iesaryth in the chill air of the ledge sooner than later.

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2014-07-02T22:50:53Z

Brieli: /* Notable Vijays */

==History==

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal to work with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Rajiv's execution and the subsequent criminalization of the Vijay clan left them living in poverty and secrecy for the long turns afterward, avoiding the Weyr's scrutiny lest more punishment come down. The women of the family took over the management of the family's finances and business interests (such as they were) in absence of any of the men to step up in Rajiv's place. The caravan struggled each turn, but managed to hold themselves together, despite heavy losses in the first few winters.

In Turn 27, Rajiv's daughter [[Aishani]] left the caravan to assume a new identity at Crom Hold, trading places with a young woman named Brieli, who eventually married into the family. Aishani's intent was to move to High Reaches Weyr under the guise of 'Brieli' to exact revenge on those who had so wronged the family -- and it was what she had been trained for. However, the next turn, she Impressed to gold Iesaryth, causing a great deal of consternation in the family -- especially amongst those newly released from the mines of Crom, abused enough by dragonriders to not want one in the family.

When she began to offer aid, it helped. When she named herself Acting Weyrwoman and revealed herself to be a Vijay in Turn 31, it helped a great deal. Though Aishani eventually stepped down, and her dragon did not rise in time to make her Senior Weyrwoman, she has continued to make efforts to help repair the damage done by the Weyr to which she is now tied.

==Current Status==

The Vijay caravan is now well-stocked and in good repair, with approximately 40 people in the family. The ages tend toward the very young or the old, with most of the eldest men having done time in the mines or similar. All of them have various trader-type skills, but they've also kept up and passed on their less-legitimate abilities like knife-throwing, hand-to-hand fighting, lock picking, creative accounting and so on. Their base of operations is around Tillek Hold, though they have dealings with [[Greenfields Hold]] that involve a little trafficking of stolen goods, a little extortion, and a little acquiring of items on request -- thanks to Aishani and her partner-in-crime, [[Jo]].

==Notable Vijays==

* Rajiv - Former leader of the Vijays, executed at High Reaches Weyr in Turn 19. He was a very angry man.

* [[Aishani]] - Junior Weyrwoman to Iesaryth at High Reaches Weyr. Gave her life to settling a score. Distrusted by her Weyr. Regaining her family's trust.

* Devindra - Mid-50's. Hardass. Head of the family, but ailing due to his time working in Crom's mines.

* Priya - Late 40s. Kind and pragmatic. Will likely lead the family in Devindra's place when he passes, as she did when he was a convict.

* [[Jyani]] - Teenager. Lives at High Reaches Weyr, working as Aishani's assistant.

* Leo -

==General Route==

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== Log Categories ==

* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Criminal_Alliances_Logs Criminal Alliances]

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Logs:A Tough Act To Follow

2014-07-02T22:14:52Z

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{{ Log
| who = Aishani, N'rov
| where = Monaco Weyr
| what = After her 'networking', Aishani and N'rov spend turnover dancing, drinking, and discussing work, family, and labels.
| when = Day 28, Month 13, Turn 34
| gamedate = 2014.06.15
| quote = It's a tough act to follow. You can't really take it down a notch from there.
| weather =
| categories = 
| mentions = Oriane, M'kris, R'hin, Jyani, Ali, Hattie, Lilah
| ooc = Backdated~
| icons = aishani white.png, n'rov.png
| log = There are two things Aishani ''has'' to do on Turnover and only one that she really ''likes'' to do - something of a simplification, as there are parts of the things she has to do that she likes, and so on, but she'd put it similarly, so. She ''has'' to make the rounds to maintain her connections at the Weyrs - for better or worse - which has turned into a whole gift-giving ''thing'', and she ''has'' to be seen at enough parties in this turn's dress to warrant her weaver handing it over for free. And obviously, she ''likes'' to spend the evening with N'rov, preferably after the pressure is off. This turn, she's arranged things so her night mostly ends with her visit to Monaco - probably because staying south sounds better than going home into the snow and cold. Once done finding and speaking with Oriane, she's made her way from the crowded cavern out into the torch-and-firelit night, drink in hand.

<< Turn left, >> says the amused baritone that's taken on something of N'rov's own tone, but then it's to Iesaryth instead of directly to ''her''. N'rov's been providing an arm to walk around on, a sherpa for the gifts (to solemnly hand them over to Shani when they meet the recipient) plus the few items she's given in return, and generally well-behaved eye candy... at least until her more private sessions.

<< Thank you, >> is the response, Iesaryth likewise flavoured with Aishani's sharper notes, but her essential mellowness reigns. Thankfully for N'rov, there's not even that much to carry, and private sessions are the exception rather than the rule. It's time for a party, and even she won't push, not tonight. She takes a moment to just breathe and take an uninterrupted sip of her drink before she turns left as she's told, finding her way through the edges of the greenery, the firelight beginning to grow dim. She's had the foresight not to wear heels.

There's a series of instructions (walk this way, walk that way), but at least N'rov/Vhaeryth doesn't ''actually'' seem to expect her to hop three times on her left foot, even in flats. It's after << Turn around, >> that there's a step behind her and a strong, familiar arm reaching to snag her waist and draw her back into that helpful greenery.

Iesaryth is amused by passing those instructions on, floating along Aishani's own amusement edged with mild frustration there toward the end - a little anticipation. Shani knows she's about to be surprised (and there's few places to hide knives under her dress) so when that arm reaches out, her faint gasp is probably from that ''waiting''; a little liquor spills from her glass, over her fingers as he draws her into the dark.

It's a glass that N'rov endeavors to rescue, and drink from, but only after he's found her mouth. "All done?" His next question, "Good news?"

She'll hand it over gladly - and after he's found her lips and she's kissed him in return, Shani's fingers are in her mouth, trying to get off the worst of it before she touches something. "Yes." Relief tangible in that one syllable. "And nothing bad. She likes me, I think. Right now." For now.

Another drink's followed by N'rov's holding the glass until she's ready to take it back. "Right now, you say. Are you thinking M'kris is trying to turn her against you?"

With a laugh, shaking her head, "No." Shani looks over her shoulder, as much as she can, beginning to grin. "I'm thinking I might decide I have something to say again and screw it up." She tests the tackiness of her fingers before taking the glass back, lifting it in a toast before drinking. "Here's to avoiding that."

"You, something to say? Never." N'rov smirks at her. "I'll toast to not screwing up, but not to your not talking. Come on," and after one last stolen sip, he moves to usher her out of the foliage and back into the crowd. There's more dancing to be had.

Smirking back - but tipping her head back to kiss his cheek after - Shani tells him, "Good enough. And I can only get so far on my looks, I suppose." She'll let him have the glass as they head back to the party, but only because there's more to drink along with the dancing - some of which has moved outside where there's air and space, near the bonfires.

"As though that weren't very far," N'rov mock-admonishes her before they get back to the drinking, the dancing, and other dallying. When a woman comes around, offering flower necklaces that she wears so lavishly with her jewelry that they pretty well hide whatever she's wearing, she gets attention from the bronzerider; "Which of these do you want, Shani? The sultry red one, the demure white one, or the gold that's going to scatter pollen everywhere so you'll never be allowed to forget it?"

Shani's in a particularly good mood, perhaps a little due to all three of those 'D's, but mostly the drinking. When N'rov stops the woman, it doesn't take her more than a moment to decide: "The red." She has something of a sultry smile for him before adding, "For the color. I'm all black and white - the others won't be as dramatic." And she does have a flair for drama. As she's waiting for her flowers, "I visited my family. I had to take Jyani yesterday."

"We can't have that. The red, then," N'rov tells the woman, slipping her a mark-fraction once he's taken the time to pick out just the right one. Once he's turned away to drape it around his girl's neck, though, "'Had to'?"

Lifting her hair out of from under them ''carefully'' so as not to dislodge blossoms, Aishani favors N'rov with a brilliant smile, winding arms around his neck. But not too close, flowers. "'Had to', so she was with the rest of the family tonight. I was on a deadline 'had to', but I spoke with my aunt about... everything." Like he'd told her to, not that she's about to add that. Even with her gaze as warm as it is now.

"Safe and sound. Did it help?" N'rov eyes the garland with less concern for its safety, for all that he's the one who bought it, before dancing her off into the thick of things: not standing in one spot, not where they're easy to overhear, but moving.

"I think so." Shani waits a beat, or a few - until N'rov's danced them back into the small crowd, ''most'' of which isn't really in the state or mood to listen to anyone else. Resting her head on his shoulder, lips conveniently near his ear, "What it comes to is… well, Priya says there's things I can't change and there's things I can. Better to put time into the latter than the former."

"Logical woman, your aunt. But is she keeping in mind," N'rov says with a sharp grin and a glance, "that your definition of what you can't do is pretty narrow, and of what you ''can'' do more expansive than most mortals'?"

Aishani has to allow a slight smile for that, dark eyes brightened, visibly pleased. Maybe not so visibly to just anyone, but obviously to ''him''. "There is that," she agrees, a bit wryly. There's a time where there's just music before, "Maybe it's more along the lines of things I have to work around for now and things I can work with. Theoretically, if I do my job like a good goldrider and don't cause trouble, I get left alone. That ought to be enough."

"Enough," N'rov begins, but then there's an elbow-happy adolescent storming through in tears, followed by a couple more in no better shape, and he swirls her out of the way as quickly as possible before resuming. Although he keeps half an eye on the trio in case they go for another run, mostly he's looking back at Shani. "Enough for what, though?"

She can't help but watch them either, with morbid curiosity - Jyani's due for this sort of thing ''any minute now''. What will Shani do with her then? It's there in the mild horror in her eyes, before looking back to N'rov, shaking her head. But sobering, "Enough. Enough for me. Enough to accept. But I can't stop wanting more. Everything." A pause, then a touch moodily, "And when I try, people come and poke at my ambition. As if I can... will things to be different. I've tried that. Trust."

"The problem's when that 'everything' cuts at the rope you're balancing on," N'rov says, the dry assessment tinged with warmth for her, allowing that change in her expression to pass for now. "If you ever did get everything, where would you be?"

She considers that for a long time, considers him and that warmth before, "Bored, probably." With a wry little smile, aware of the irony, "What's wrong with reaching, though? Settling would be easier. Make life easier. But I can't do it."

N'rov's is a slow, deepening smirk. "Just the word I was thinking of." Even with the crowd being less disruptive at the moment, he skips the opportunity for fancy footwork in favor of continuing their conversation. "There are a lot of things you could reach for, which makes me think. You know how Fort's kitchens still aren't great; is there a way you'd like your place to run differently, any improvements to be made? Or would you rather make your mark by commissioning a gigantic mural of your face, let's say, to oversee all those poor souls running laps of a morning?"

At that ''smirk'', Shani has to smirk back, telling him, "I'd still find things for you to do, don't you worry." Her fingers drift up the back of his neck to run into the short hair there lightly as she arches fine brows. "Where did that come from? And... I worked at making improvements, I think I did make some, with the craft representative and all. I don't know if any ideas I have would be taken as anything but part of a grand plot, though." She shrugs it off, adding, "The mural, though..."

"You would, would you." N'rov's tone may be sardonic, but it's also indulgent. He bends his neck enough to make it more convenient for her, briefly glancing lower before his gaze rises once more. "It probably came from the state Fort is in, and from seeing what Ali's done and learned at Southern. Yes, Ali; that and what she ''can't'' do yet, since she has to do the whole 'don't worry, Southern will be Southern, we won't change everything' reassurances. You know."

Lowly, with promise, "You know I would." Shani just grins slowly in return, fingers moving as slowly, since he's done her the favor of bending and all. Meeting his gaze with her own, she only quirks her lips in response to his explanation, but -- "There's so much that all of us ''can't'' do because it's the way it's always been done. It's always bothered me. It can't be easier coming in from the outside." It's the closest she'll get to expressing actual sympathy, but it's something. Wryly, "The real issues will come once it's all settled."

This time, N'rov's slow grin has more to do with surprise, the sort that heightens appreciation. Rather than call out that rare quasi-sympathy and endanger it further, he draws her into an easy turn. "They will." A few beats of quiet later, quiet amid the music and the people around them, "They should have more faith. If you're going to engage in some grand plot, it would be dragonlengths more dramatic than remodeling the latrines or what have you. ''Standards.''"

After that turn, Shani leans in to kiss him; it's necessarily short with the dancing, but still tender. "It'd be easier if she weren't new," she says afterward. As she follows his lead, eyeing a overheated pair nearby puffing through the dance, she shrugs easily. "They ''should'', yes. It's difficult to want to do more than I have to in the meantime, though. Even remodeling the latrines." The idea makes her wrinkle her nose a bit though, ew. As if it'd be her.

"It's also not as dramatic an end goal as showing up the 'Reaches for your father." With that, N'rov finally asks, "What ''were'' you thinking, back when that kid was crying by? Reminiscing about the days when that was you?" He ''must'' be teasing her, and yet his voice and expression hold only mild inquiry.

With a little sigh, "What is, really? It's a tough act to follow. You can't really take it down a notch from there." Shani purses her lips, shaking her head a little. His questions have her giving him an eyeroll though, a light slap on the back of the head. After a smirk, "I was thinking that Jyani's like to go through some of that any time now. I'm not sure that I want to deal with it, but I don't know that she'd like to go back to the caravan full-time. They might want her soon, though."

Yeah, N'rov is laughing now, although when the music pauses and the overheated couple finally leaves the dancing area, he follows suit. At least he gives Shani the first glass of the bubbly. With his gray gaze somewhat more serious than his words, "Why, so they can put her into a skybroom girdle with a lock?"

Shani's not laughing, she's giving N'rov the side eye, but there's a brightness in her gaze she can't manage to hide, and the faintest lift of her lips. She takes the offered glass gratefully, for all that she only sips slowly for now. "Mmm. Ha, no. Because she's not afraid of dragons or dragonriders and knows how to deal with both. It's not something everyone can do." A pause before, meeting his gaze. "I think they miss her too."

"It isn't," N'rov agrees with a twist to his mouth; she's seen how his own family hasn't adjusted to Vhaeryth, much less Iesaryth, despite all the times the pair has visited. The twist doesn't last, though, not when her gaze finally returns to his and he steadily returns it. "Could be, they've had enough of losing people." Her. "Going to steal her away before anyone asks if she wants to Stand?"

"Particularly in our caravan." Aishani's family has a similar lack of adjustment, with some of her relations simply ''unseen'' when they visit, with little to no explanation. N'rov's suggestion is one she wants to dismiss, but she doesn't let herself, just shakes her head a little to murmur, "I suppose they might see it that way. And... I don't know. I don't want to ''make'' her go if she doesn't want to." And perhaps Shani might miss her a little too.

His nod seconds hers, giving the situation a moment of silence. Then, "Going to ask her? I advocate the 'roll her in a carpet and haul her off' technique, myself. Protection against the knives." N'rov's tone is tongue in cheek, but his expression is relatively sympathetic for one whom the girl in question used to claim she can't stand.

Shani has to laugh, shaking her head, her hair still somehow stick-straight in the humidity. Sheer will. Drinking again before answering, "Maybe I ''should'', just in case. But I will ask her, when it comes down to it. It's not like they won't be telling her they need her right now. It's not as if I can easily replace a minion either." Pursing her lips, she sneaks a glance toward that sympathy, then changes the subject before she gets misty over her surrogate little-sister. "I met one of Hattie's new goldriders." Fort is Hattie and vice versa, after all.

"Not one of that quality," N'rov agrees by way of backhanded compliment. More fully tongue in cheek, "And how did that go? Was she suitaby impressed that you're a full goldrider and she, a lowly weyrling?" If she's going to talk, he'll drink, but in no hurry.

Heavy on the tragedy now, "It's true." Shani sighs, tilting her glass to clink against N'rov's in a silent toast to ''her'' minion-cousin. After nearly draining it, "Mm, perhaps. I am suitably impressive, I suppose. Lilah. She came to congratulate K'del, I imagine they'd met before? She seemed... interesting." A loaded word.

"'Interesting'?" comes with an amused lift of N'rov's brow.

Shrugging diffidently, "Interesting." Shani's gaze shifts to sweep the crowd, the dancers as they start into the next number. "Like there's a lot going on that she's... not making evident. A tension one has when one has a lot to hide." Not that she'd know anything about that. Eyeing her glass, then looking back to N'rov with a faint smile, "She knew who I was when I mentioned you, though."

"Funny that you'd notice." N'rov reaches to adjust a flower in her garland, if that's not just an excuse; he looks up from it, then, that much more amused. "Are you surprised?"

Finishing what's left in her glass and handing it off to a conveniently passing tray, Shani's cheeks are a little flushed, either from the alcohol, or the adjustment to the red flowers. "No, not surprised to be 'the girl' or your girl. I never know what to call you, though. None of the options work for me." What does work for her is slipping an arm around his wait to move in closer, even if they're not on the dance 'floor'.

"Is ''that'' what she called you. 'The girl.'" N'rov grins, white against his dark tan, and pulls her closer yet. "Sounds like a challenge for you. What have you come up with so far?"

The flowers are less of a concern at the moment; Shani lets him pull her in, lets them get crushed between them, scent suddenly heavy in the warm air. Grinning slowly in return, her hands on his shoulders, "Once she figured it out. And you're hardly a ''boy'', but 'my man'? Really." She wrinkles her nose. "'Boyfriend' doesn't work either. And we don't live together." So weyrmate is out. "It's a problem."

"If you're going to say 'my man,'" N'rov ''enlightens'' her, "you'd better say it with a proper drawl." He illustrates. "Mah mahn." Then his nose twitches, and he glances down, for the moment controlling a sneeze: from the flowers, not the appellations, though he does say, "'Boyfriend' sounds like we're about thirteen. How about... 'the only bronzerider across Pern who can begin to pretend to deserve me.' Too long?"

The champagne could be blamed for the fact that Shani just straight up giggles at N'rov, but it's likely more the way he deepens his drawl, then nearly sneezes; their proximity. She doesn't kiss his nose, but settles for his cheek, lingeringly. Afterward, "Doesn't it? I can't say it. And though that is ''true'', it might be a little long, yes. And any abbreviation would have to make it obvious." Lips brushing his jawline this time, "Just 'mine' seems a bit possessive." Not her, never. "Can we go soon?"

N'rov notes, "You said it earlier. Probably you used up your quota." He doesn't touch her hair, not when that might conceivably cause it to frizz in public, but he does grin at her. "Completely inapposite, I know. As for going, I suppose we ''could''... if you're sufficiently persuasive." He lifts his glass in toast, or challenge.

With a little sniff, "I said it, but not in a way that I meant it." Shani only draws back enough to curve a smirk at N'rov as he lifts his glass, shaking her head again. "Sufficiently persuasive in public. You want me to have a worse reputation." Not that, by this time of night, anyone's really paying attention to the trail of kisses she's making down his neck, if her hands disappear under his shirt or not. Or if they are, it's dark anyway, and Shani doesn't seem to care.

N'rov, it seems, stands corrected. Good thing he's also appreciative, even if he does finish off his glass and set it down before it can spill on her... with an eye toward steering her back to the dancing area, hands or no hands.

Not that easily dissuaded, Shani is easily steered ''eventually'', but she's a little less ''persuasive'' as soon as there's more people and light. After a sound that's very close to a whine, "You tell me to do something, then you make me have to ''stop''." She aims big eyes and a pout up at him, clearly wounded.

''That's'' persuasive enough that N'rov leans to kiss her and her little pout, too. But, amused, "You're a creative woman. I'm sure you can come up with ''some''thing."

"Creative. Wait till I decide I want you to be creative," Shani murmurs after that kiss, a promise and a threat all at once. She follows him when he straightens to add a kiss of her own to his; up on her toes to make them closer in height, gentle and urgent all at once. Her hands haven't completely made an appearance yet, still warm on his skin - her fingers drift down to his hips, easing just under the waistband of his trousers. Lips to his ear, she whispers, "I want these flowers you bought me to be the only thing between us."

"I'm completely uncreative," N'rov asserts mendaciously. "It'll never work," which doesn't mean he hasn't a slow grin that only deepens for Shani's later words. Not just her words; he tilts his head just enough to find her ear in return, only it's not to whisper. Not until, "That's ''exactly'' what I had in mind when I got them for you."

"Lies," murmurs Shani immediately. She's had proof otherwise. After a kiss just below his ear, her voice rich with her own smile, "Is it? I'm glad I didn't pick the white, then. You should tell me these things. Then I can think about them the ''whole'' night before we go home. You'll have to forgive any impatience on my part, though."

"Because I'm the forgiving sort." N'rov bends a stern eye on his girl. "As well as uncreative." He might even claim he's not wicked at all, despite how he places a hand over one of hers; "And you'd be thinking about all that with Oriane? Well, ''well''." Still and all, with neither of them minded to deny her success, it's not long at all before they depart for a substantially less crowded celebration.

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Logs:Secondary Learning

2014-07-02T21:48:03Z

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| who = Aishani, Rennea
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Apprentice Rennea is new to the Weyr. Aishani makes her welcome... in her way.
| when = Day 23, Month 2, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.07.02
| quote = I'm certain it all has to be dead to be cooked.
| weather = Heavy rain in the middle of winter only means that the temperature is only a few degrees above freezing; it's more miserable for the soaking torrents.
| categories = 
| mentions = Madilla, Leova
| ooc =
| icons = aishani updo.jpg
| log = With mid-day meal in full swing the Living Caverns are a hive of activity with riders and residents alive sitting at tables eating or in line filling plates and bowls with the cooks offerings. A young healer apprentice is one of those moving along the line, nibbling on her lower lip as she keeps pace with those in front of her. Poor Rennea wears the expression of one feeling out of place and rather lost in the sea of people as her eyes dart about from those around her to the tables of food.

Neither out-of-place nor lost, but still noticeable merely due to regal air and expensive stylish clothing, Aishani comes from the kitchen and down the steps with a covered basket, making her way through the milling crowds and down to the serving table. Not many people get in her way, so it doesn't take long. Handing the basket to one of the serving staff - who ''is'' kind enough to smile Rennea's way encouragingly - the goldrider follows the other woman's gaze, looking at the apprentice with some bemusement. "It's food," she says. "It won't bite you. I'm certain it all has to be dead to be cooked."

Rennea jumps, startled when spokan to but managing to smile in the blink of an eye, "Sorry, it's just a lot more people in here each time I come for a meal." she notes with a notable blush coloring her cheeks. "The only food that hurts you is anything that can still bite back when you stick a knife into it or if by chance you don't pay attention to what your taught growing up about plants and berries and the like." is rambled as she begins plunking this and that onto her plate, passing by the soup but nabbing up some still fairly hot meat. "I'm Rennea, Healer Apprentice Ma'am." noting the riders shoulder knot.

It's not really something Aishani does, wear her shoulder knot all properly like she ought, unless she has her riding jacket on, but the new additions in the form of candidates has forced her to be more formal. She has the grace to ignore the apprentice's blush, though she shows no sympathy for the rambling. (The serving staff does. Also for the weyrwoman's lack of it.) "Aren't there an awful lot of people at the Hall? Or do you eat in shifts?" Arching fine brows curiously, she nods to the introduction, moving out from behind the table. "Aishani, Iesaryth's."

Rennea says, "I always managed to find away to eat between mealtimes so that I avoided the crowds but yes, there are lots of people." she starts, pausing to grab a mug of Klah before standing out of the way before continuing on with her thoughts. "Just seems like there are far more here, maybe it's just the noise of everyone talking or something that makes it seem like the caverns are near overflowing with bodies."

Brows still arched, looking at the apprentice, Aishani notes, "A healer apprentice who's not much for people. That's... interesting. What drew you to apprentice?" At the very least, she leads Rennea to a table with an open seat while she interrogates the younger woman. "Mm. Well. There are some candidates from out of the Weyr. Clutches on the sands always make things a bit more crowded, I think. All that... energy." Where some might smile, she wrinkles her nose.

Rennea looks downward before speaking again, finding her dirt stained fingers interesting for a time. "I work alot with plants Ma'am, from growing them to preparing them for usage." Yes, the girl is a bit of an odd avain but she's seemingly honest. "I hate seeing people hurt or sick, I love helping make the things that will help them return to health." she explains before canting her head to the left as the older woman begins talking of candidates and more. "I saw a bunch of them when I came in, white knots and wide eyed." Turning towards the tables, the girl eyes available spots, "I was sent here to put my mind to further test or so they said, not only am I to learn more about herbs and medicinial uses but to learn dragonhealing as well because of my steady hands and quick mind." In that moment a group of boys and girls passes on by, being shoo'd back to chores and whatnot by an older woman that has the troupe laughing but heading on their way, "Lots of energy...if one could bottle it up for an emergency..."

Briskly, "You'll enjoy the greenhouse during the winter, then. Madilla, the weyrhealer, spends some time there." Aishani stops by a table with a couple of free seats; no one tries to take them. She gestures to Rennea - sit. "That's... lovely," she says, more out of a need to respond than anything else. "And kind of your masters to allow you to diversify your training so early in it. Have you had much experience with dragons? We have some excellent dragonhealers as well, of course." Of course. The children have her closing her eyes briefly as they pass, but she manages a faint smile. "Indeed. And never let it out otherwise."

Rennea settles into the offered seat, "I'm looking forward to greenhouse time." she murmurs as she eyes her plate, as if realizing just what she put on there and she's slightly confused by it all. "They say my quick mind would be better put to use if I would stop trying to spend so much time with plants and more time with people." she pauses, eyes lifting "So, here I am and Dragonhealing my new secondary course of learning." The candidates are followed as they disappear from view, "Agreed."

After briefly scanning the cavern, Aishani takes the seat opposite Rennea, crossing long legs. "Do they. I'd imagine one would need to be quite bright to remember all the different uses of the plants, and make sure that too much isn't used. But it does seem necessary to have a way with people to be a proper healer, yes?" She shrugs a little, as if it's all beyond her. As for dragonhealing, "I'm sure if you speak to Leova, she will be helpful. She's been at dragonhealing for quite some time and is very skilled. I don't doubt they won't appreciate another pair of hands to help, either." A faint smile.

Rennea bobs her head as she sets into some greens she served herelf. "I'll be sure to speak to her." is mumbled between bites. "I rather like dealing with adults over children and the elders." she does note before putting more into her mouth, chewing and swallowing before taking a sip of klah and speaking again. "Healing hands are often needed, not only for the healing of illnesses and injuries but to give comfort in a lifes final moments or to welcome new lives into this world." her words sound as if they've been drilled into her mind very well as they simple tumble from her lips.

"I imagine most people do," Aishani agrees. "Children are sort of a pain and the elderly just remind everyone of death, yes? It's unavoidable." And it could be put in a less blunt manner, but she doesn't seem to to worry about tact all the time. Rennea's recitation of what seems to obviously be some sort of Healer truism has her at a loss for words for a moment, but she merely nods after a blink. "I... suppose so. I hope you're settling in, despite the weather?"

Rennea looks up, nodding in full agreement, "Exactly. I would rather speak with someome who can understand what I'm trying to say, over someone who won't sit still long enough to listen or someone who just can't hear and or doesn't want to hear at all." For a time her food is stirred about before she speaks up again, "Yes, I can find my way from the Craft area to just about any part of the Weyr I need to find without having to stop and ask someone for directions."

"Mm." Aishani seems to agree, by the soft sound she makes, but she's looking at Rennea with her head tilted, curious. "That certainly requires patience." Swinging one boot idly as she sits, she watches the ebb and flow of the cavern, quirking her lips. "That's good. I hope the infirmary as well. I imagine you'll spend more of your time there. And not a lot of reason to go outdoors, I suppose, if you can't stand the snow." Though she hasn't asked for it, or so much as signalled the need for one, a server sets a mug in front of the goldrider, rewarded with a brilliant smile and thanks.

Rennea looks quickly towards the bowl, a slight shudder going through her. "Now that I do mind but will deal with and get used to...if that's possible." There's a smile towards the server, "I think the only time I'd have trouble finding the infirmary is at night and during a heavy snow fall or a combination of the two." Having eaten her fill and pretty much emptied her plate the young healer sits back with her mug in hand. "How many more candidates will be brought in do you think? It seems like they're all over the place now and certainly underfoot."

Dryly, "People say you do, but I can't say I've come to enjoy it yet." Aishani gives another little shrug - what can you do - then takes up her mug. "That's what the ropes are for," she says, with a sigh mourning that such things should exist. As for candidates, she glances around the cavern before taking a sip from her mug, as if there might be some high water mark for white-knotted teens. "Not too many, I imagine. There's only so many we take from outside the Weyr at all, these days. Though the way they travel in packs, you'd be forgiven for thinking there's more then there are. We try not to... burden the Holds over much." She smirks a little at that.

Chuckles, then grins "That explains how it does seem that there are far more. They move in herds." a nod of understanding as she sombers some, "Ropes, gotcha. I'll have to keep gloves tucked into my coat at all times, not only to protect my skin from the cold but also the ropes." The mug is set aside as she examines her hands and fingers, the callused fingers are proof that the girl isn't afraid of hard work, "Can't take to many from the Holds or Halls or there might be complaints about not enough able bodies." Her mouth twists some in understanding.

With a nod, "Exactly that. And there's been a few... incidents with the Holds that require some care. It doesn't matter much - there's lots of candidates to choose from here, as small as the clutches are now." Aishani isn't complaining, mind; just noting a fact. "I'd be surprised if Iesaryth's next tops Hraedhyth's. The Weyr is filling up; the riders don't need to be replaced." Another quick quirk of lips before, "It's an interesting time to be at a Weyr, Rennea."

Rennea is about to say more when a young man also bearing a healers knot nears and calls out her name and waves a hand then motions towards the bowl. "It looks as if I'm being beckon." comes with a sigh and a shake of her head. "I have to agree though, it's a very interesting time and I look forward to watching the eggs hatch and the young dragons impress no matter the size of the clutch." comes with a growing smile as she rises with dishes in hand. "THank you for the company and the talk ma'am. I enjoyed it." And with a parting bob of her head the girl vanishes into the throng of people and presumablly out to the bowl and whatever craft errand she's being called for.

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Logs:Beyond Help

2014-06-30T02:59:57Z

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| who = Aishani, Jyani, Valenros
| where = Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Aishani gets Valenros to talk to Jyani about being a Holder. Jyani is possibly beyond Ros' help.
| when = Day 14, Month 2, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.06.29
| quote = Would you just give over your marks to some idiot on the road?
| weather = Heavy rain in the middle of winter only means that the temperature is only a few degrees above freezing; it's more miserable for the soaking torrents.
| categories = 
| mentions = N'rov
| ooc =
| icons = aishani narrowed.png, jyani amused.png, valenros smiles.png
| log = Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr

With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.

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Torrential downpours make for a good day to hide indoors -- and many people are taking the opportunity to do just that, particularly near the warmth of the hearths, if they can. Those that have no choice in the matter are candidates, given their work is their work, regardless of snow or sleet or etcetera, so Valenros might consider himself lucky to be summoned to the nighthearth by the weyrwoman. Aishani is apparently the weyrwoman in question, seated at a table by the fire with a mug in front of her and a younger woman beside her, with some resemblances around the eyes, the long limbs -- though where the goldrider is calm, the teenager can barely sit still. In fact, she's out of her seat in no time, examining something above the hearth with interest.

Nighttime assignations - they're the stuff of legends. Valenros looks anything but legendary, in dusty pants and a shirt with stains spotting the front. He looks harrowed, his cheeks flushed and his hair mussed. "Weyrwoman," he says by way of greeting, stepping into the light cast from the hearth flames. His brown eyes search for her cousin, finding that one closer to the hearth. Coming closer, he clears his throat, "This is.. this is about..?" But they both already know what this is about, his curiosity getting the best of him again, gaze coming to rest on the young girl. "I'm.. I'm sor.. sorry if I kept.. you, ah, waiting." That's a genuine apology there, his hands clasping as he stands at attention, waiting for the next instruction.

When he enters the space, they both turn, almost at the same time. It might be a little creepy. But where the goldrider merely seems expectant, the younger girl has a quick, bright smile. The cousin is still growing, but getting to her full height, maybe fifteen or sixteen, with dark eyes and a cloud of curly brown hair. Nodding to Valenros, Aishani offers, "Good evening. I'm sorry I didn't speak to you about this earlier, but given you were searched - and congratulations - I thought it best for things to settle first." Flickering a look back to the hearth, the girl there, "This is Jyani. Jyani, Valenros. Who you're meant to be nice to." There's a low warning note there, but Jyani makes a dismissive noise as she moves forward, offers a hand. "I'm always nice," the girl tells him. "Hi."

Creepy, maybe. Valenros shifts uncomfortably, from his own awkwardness and having all eyes on him than anything else. "Good evening.. yes.. ah, yes, thank you. It was.. it was unexpected." And embarrassing, but he's sure she's heard by now. "Jyani, who's always nice - hi." His own right hand clasps hers and gives it a solid shake, before both hands are hidden away in his pockets. "I'm.. Valenros. You can.. call me Ros. It's.. it's easier." A timid grin is offered the girl. "I'm supposed to be teaching you all about.. Holds.." as he looks around Jyani, to Aishani, to confirm his own statements.

Amused, "It tends to be, unless you plan for it. People can ask to stand." Aishani's lips quirk into something close to a smile before, "It's easier to be asked, I suppose. A dragon might put a bit of an honor-and-duty thing to it, not that we fight thread. Anyway." As Jyani shakes Valenros' hand firmly, she looks bored by dragon-talk. Narrowing her eyes curiously at the name, "Is it easier, or is it what you like?" Meanwhile, the goldrider has risen from her seat, waving a hand in the candidate's direction. "What it's like to live there, how people think," Aishani clarifies. "She knows what she ''doesn't'' know. I'm going to the kitchen." Her tone implies that's where she'll be if ''either'' of them have issues, but otherwise... he's left with Jyani, who asks suddenly after, "Do you know anything about Vijays?"

"Yes, but I.. I never planned, for.. this, to happen." Valenros looks vaguely disturbed by his own words, then his brown eyes snap to Jyani again and all the talk about dragons is forgotten. "Both? Easier.. and.. I prefer it to my full name." Because it 'is' a mouthful. His eyes follow the exit of the goldrider - indeed, he might look a little beseeching, as in "don't leave me with her" but then she's gone. "V.. Vijays? The traders?" His brow knits as he considers her question. "Nothing.. solid, just a lot of gossip about some of the shady things.. they do. Why? Did she.. did she say I was supposed to teach you that?" Cue blanching.

Jyani's not looking all that thrilled to be left to it either, but she looks from where her cousin's gone off to organize things for the next day's meals, back to Valenros with a little nod. "I just wanted to check. About the name thing. Some people just let people call them whatever, and Shani thinks some nicknames are just sort of disrespectful. She has this issue with dragons." She just shakes her head before she has to laugh at the blanching, despite some little annoyance surfacing for 'shady'. "I guess you didn't hear she's one... I'm one? That's our family?"

"I don't.. why would a weyrwoman have an issue with dragons?" Valenros looks at Jyani disapprovingly. They're off to a great start. "I don't think that's right." There's a bit of conviction in his voice, as if he knows her cousin better than she does. "You're.. you're.." How embarrassing! His cheeks flush again, but he gives Jyani an up-and-down, as if taking her measure. "I didn't.. I didn't know.. still, you have to know what they say about.. about Vijays, even if you are.. even if she is." He stops there, hunching his shoulders and looking anywhere else.

"No, she has some issue with dragon ''nicknames'', like even if a dragon ''has'' a nickname, she won't use it." Jyani's very good at explaining things to other people like they're idiots; her cousin's condescension without a leash. And to Valenros' eyes, she probably looks like a perfectly normal girl, not like she has knives or lock picks hidden away at all. Brows lifting, "Almost everyone usually knows, is all. It's kind of... it was a thing. And we know what they say. I do. It's no big deal--" Lies. "It's just... why I didn't spend a lot of time around Holds? We didn't spend a lot of time much of anywhere."

Valenros is still avoiding looking at Jyani, and clears his throat before saying, "Well, that's.. probably best. Holds don't regard you.. highly." Weak, weak, weak. Still, he's got his eyes up and on the young Vijay by now. "Holds have a.. a certain structure. You follow the rules. There's no rule breaking. If there is, well, there's punishment." His tone suggests the Vijays wouldn't do well in that type of environment - stereotypes, they're a real thing. "Let's start with.. what 'do' you know? The basics? The names? Who is who? How to act?" A little less stumbling and stuttering makes him sound more reasonable, more polished and a lot less.. weird.

Jyani ducks her head and moves to put herself directly in Valenros' line of vision, attempting to make a scary face, her hands claws. "Are you... afraid?" She drops it pretty quickly, tilting her head and straightening as he looks up at her again. "Yeah, Shani said that. She lived at Crom before here, to build her cover." Now that said cover is blown, what does it matter if she talks about it? "But not to-the-mines type punishment, or hanging-outside-the-Weyr punishment. I know all about that." Her grin sharp, she shrugs in a typically teenage way. Whatever. "I know the things you can read about. It's just... how to act, how to deal with people. How much I can get away with, given I don't know any better." An eyeroll, before she goes to sit at the table.

What is meant to be scary - or a pretense of scary - makes Valenros give her the side-eye. "No. I'm not." He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets and shrugs his own shoulders. "I don't know if I can teach you to be a lady. You seem.. ah, a little beyond.. my help." Insults here, insults there, but he doesn't look particularly menacing. "Holders are typically more.. um, polite, than you seem to be capable of. Manners. Look straight, talk clear, try not to insult anyone intentionally. Can you sit properly?" He gestures to the nearby chair vacated by her cousin. "You certainly can't go around making faces at people and pretending to have talons."

Wrinkling her nose, "I don't have to be a lady to talk to them, do I? Like, I thought they didn't expect much out of barbarian traders?" Jyani doesn't say that like she takes offense, but like it might be an angle of which she can take advantage. With a sigh, pushing back any wayward curls, she glances towards the kitchens, then tries on a conciliatory tone. "I can be polite... just... well. I haven't had much use for it lately. Seriously. Have you heard how people talk around here?" She gives Ros an incredulous look - she's quite serious on that - and then, again, in the spirit of making things work, she goes to sit in Aishani's chair with an eerie imitation of the older woman, down to smartly crossed legs. So there.

"They don't.. expect much. You're proving them right." Valenros relaxes enough to smile a little, brief though it is. "Maybe your cousin is trying to.. prove them wrong?" He shrugs again, his awkwardness for once becoming a shade of alertness. "I have.. and, you're right, they're not.. not like Holders. They're rough and bold and careless. But we're here to discuss Holders, right?" After accessing her proper 'sit', he moves to seat himself as well. "It's more than that. You can't just say whatever is on your mind. You have to be polite and decent, you shouldn't go around stealing or bad mouthing people or running around nude." This last bit elicits a blush - apparently, you shouldn't talk about being nude either.

With a grin, "No... I think this..." Jyani begins to look a little melancholy. "I think they might want me to go back to the caravan, to help out. She..." The girl's gaze flickers back to the kitchen again before she just leaves it at: "People don't want to be proven wrong. And some of them are ''disgusting''." Around the Weyr, she probably means, not just all people in general. A bit offended, "Well, traders aren't weyrfolk. We don't go running around naked all the time." Not that she's blushing, and never mind the other stuff. "So you, you're a Holder. You want to buy from someone you can have tea with and talk about the weather before talking numbers?"

Valenros lets that soak in for a moment, then shrugs. "Your cousin said people can ask.. to be Searched. If you don't want to go back, then don't." All this from someone so hidebound. "There are lots of disgusting people everywhere. Even in Holds. But most, ah, are polite. Respectful." He listens carefully, expression mostly blank, until it transforms into disbelief. "Absolutely. Why would I deal with someone who wasn't? You show me what you can give me before I show you what I can give you. I want a 'partner' in trading, in deals," he says, as if someone with authority and experience in such matters. "Would you just give over your marks to some idiot on the road?" Really now. How absurd.

At that suggestion, Jyani is dubious. "I... I don't know if I want to go that far about the whole... dragon thing. My family has some issues with dragons, like literally with dragons this time. I love Iesaryth, and I like Vhaeryth a lot, but..." A pause, then suddenly, quickly, "Not that I think it's a bad idea to stand. Congratulations and all of that, really." As for disgustingness, wry, "Isn't that the truth." Though Valenros' response has her blinking a few times for all that she's listening. "Um... well. You might if you really needed something they were selling. Or liked it." But, seeing the light, "If you felt like someone was a partner, then you might ask for something difficult to find." Interesting.

"Thanks. I'm not sure about it.. uh, myself, but, it couldn't hurt to try? Who says you'll even Impress. It's one way to keep from going where you don't want to though." Valenros shifts in his seat, crossing an ankle on the opposite knee. "I would never need anything that badly to deal with someone without basic manners. Maybe.. poor holders would. Small craftsmen. But if you want to impress the Holders and the Lords, you need to have the basics down. Got to be polite and sometimes, you have to be able to let them put you in your place." If you know what he means.. subservient. "It's about the foot work. Tea and cakes, and big business, or do you want to walk away with nothing?"

"But are you okay with it if you do? I don't know, I've seen people totally believe it's not going to happen and end up with a dragon." Not that Jyani makes that sound like a bad thing, but it's definitely something ''she's'' not ready for. As for needing things so badly as to lack manners, she gives a little smirk. "You'd be surprised," she tells him, "Trust me. And 'in your place', huh? That sure explains a few things." Her eyes stray to the kitchen again before she looks back to her new 'instructor', thoughtful. "Is that how things work where you're from?"

"I would.. be ok. I think. It would be different than.. my life, now, but.. for the better." Valenros says it likes he's 'not' sure, his forehead wrinkling with thought lines. "All I'm saying is.. you won't catch any fish with salt." Because there's plenty of salt in the sea! No, really, he looks serious, and then confused as she pose a question to him. "Yeah. That's how it is for a lot of holders. I probably had it better than some. You do what you're told to do. It's easier that way." Easier for whom, easier why - well, he doesn't answer that, just falls into silence staring into the hearth fire.

Making an effort to be encouraging - it seems in her nature - Jyani tells Valenros, "Most people who impress seem pretty happy with it. Don't use Aishani as a measure for that. She's never happy with much of anything." Another one of her eyerolls. It's likely an exaggeration. Following his gaze to the fire, she shrugs. "Well. It's not like people get to do whatever they want here either. Or with the caravan. There's always some stupid work that sucks." Given she's saying that, she's probably not slotting this in with the stupid work at least? "Do you want to do more of this later? I should probably kind of... think about this and reread things. See if I have questions."

Valenros gives Jyani another of those disapproving looks. "I haven't seen the weyrwoman as anything but happy with her station in life." Then, he doesn't know her that well. He drops his leg and brushes off the front of his pants as best as he can. "As you will. Let your cousin know I did my best. We can go over more detail another time. I don't think.." He frowns. "That we accomplished much this time." Brown eyes brush over the young woman one last time before he stands. "You should know where to find me. If you don't.. ah, your cousin does."

Again, Jyani has to laugh as she pushes out of her chair with a little bounce. "Oh, wow. Okay." If that's what he thinks. She grins over at Valenros with a nod, promising, "I definitely will. And it's okay. I think she mostly wanted to see if you'd put up with me." Or perhaps vice versa at the same time. Tilting her head, she considers the candidate for a moment before, "I can find most people. Thank you for the time. Maybe if there's things you want to know, I can tell you next time." And with that, she's off to the kitchen, quick to report in so she can get back to whatever it is she does the rest of the time.

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Jyani

2014-06-28T22:00:28Z

Brieli:

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== Description ==

Short, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed with warm brown skin, a pretty smile, and a cloud of curls.

== WYSK ==

* Jyani has been living at High Reaches Weyr since she was about thirteen, assisting Aishani in her duties.
* She is quick and quiet, and shares her cousin's tendency to lurk in the shadows, though Jyani is much less noticeable.
* She has her own room, making her the envy of many teenage dorm-dwellers.
* She's said to have a smart mouth. Go figure.
* She's also a [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay]. Engage at your own risk.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

* [[Aishani]] is her big sister and role model. She's not sure about being a dragonrider, but she's sure about wanting to be like her cousin.

* [[N'rov]] is pretty cool, even though she pretends to think he's not. It's all very ''romantic'' too, sigh.

== RP Logs ==

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Aishani

2014-06-28T21:58:51Z

Brieli: /* Background */

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|mother=Zahra (deceased)
|father=Rajiv (executed, HRW, Turn 19)
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|children=none
|friends=Serah, cousin, rider of brown Nazguwynth at Fort Weyr (-3); Jyani, cousin, resident at High Reaches Weyr (-9)
|playedby=Ashley Madekwe
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== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays Vijay], daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she's been keeping herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever it else it is she does outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Is that good or bad? Opinions, as always, are mixed. At least she's not doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone can tell.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]]. Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents.

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

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== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/4fQkeKEm9QQ Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/SPv5NJpUsYg Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0vsz0KG86k Freedom '90 - George Michael]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
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''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

[[File:aishani_flawless.gif]]

[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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Logs:Candidate Evanthe

2014-06-28T21:56:37Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Aishani, Evanthe | where = Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr | what = Evanthe has a request. She's surprised how easily Aishani grants it. | when = Day 8, Month 2, Tu..."

{{ Log
| who = Aishani, Evanthe
| where = Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Evanthe has a request. She's surprised how easily Aishani grants it.
| when = Day 8, Month 2, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.06.27
| quote = I want to stand.
| weather = The snowfall is light and intermittent throughout the day until it tapers off completely into a frigid night. The ground is damp, though very little sticks.
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| icons = aishani bar.png, evanthe.jpg
| log = Snow won't stop anyone at the Reaches from hitting the bar, so it's a busy, crowded night in the Snowasis tonight, tables packed with card games and parties and groups of anxious wide-eyed candidates, just recently dragged in to the Weyr and sticking together out of a need for familiarity. Aishani isn't trying to commandeer a table to herself tonight, though it's not as if she hasn't been known to do so -- instead she lingers over a drink at the bar, sitting on a tall stool with legs crossed, one boot swinging idly, as if bored. But when conversations come near, her sharp gaze flickers their way briefly.

Evanthe is in that ever uncomfortable position of alone-yet-not, crammed in to table with a great many other people who are all largely talking to each other, while she darkly nurses a cup of tea and shoots occasional glances towards the bar. It may be towards the bartender, who steadfastly refuses to serve her alcohol, or checking for available seats - it may even be towards Aishani herself. Whatever the reason for her restlessness, the moment a seat opens at the bar, Ev has lurched to her feet and elbowed her way past a cluster of half-drunk riders in order to get there before anyone else... and, conveniently, it's right beside the weyrwoman. The girl boosts herself up on the barstool, hollers for another at the overworked barkeep, and then mutters some too-soft, presumably respectful greeting to Aishani.

Aishani isn't with anyone, by the looks of things; she shares a quiet word with the barkeep now and again, nods down the bar, aims a wave across the room, but she's not drawn anywhere, nor does anyone other her. This is her spot, her regular routine. Even the drunken riders give her a wide berth if they can, one hapless bluerider rushing off chastened after bumping into her lightly and getting a narrowed glare. Evanthe's appearance isn't a surprise -- someone needs to sit -- but she glances over at the younger woman to lift her glass in greeting. After a sip, "How are you?"

"Good. Good. I'm good," Evanthe says, a little uncertainly, eyes flicking up to the weyromwan's face. "How 'bout you? How is... things? The weyr, and stuff?" Her mug is topped off with a pot of something steaming, and she draws it in close and immediately begins to fidget it. Just a little fingertapping here, a twist there, a handle wiggling there - and, besides, absently chewing on the thumbnail of her other hand. She's full of blatant, obnoxiously nervous energy this evening, despite her nice, hot, soothing beverage.

What the goldrider is drinking is not hot, just dark liquid in a short glass, a cube or two of ice melting in it. Aishani takes another sip before setting it down to lean on the bar, watching Evanthe. "Not bad," she'll allow, "Though it's getting crowded around here. And Iesaryth's past due, and ''possibly'' sleeping more. So. That could be interesting." Her tone is dry, however, for some reason. Gaze flickering around to take in all of the fidgeting, "Are you sure you're all right? You seem..." Jumpy.

Evanthe nods politely. Really, it's far too obvious that it's an automated diplomatic response, and that the girl's attention is entirely too distracted to listen to what the goldrider is saying. Just nod on along. She's got the cup halfway lifted to her mouth when Aishani's last words register, and she stops. The tea is eyed, then set down firmly enough to slop a little over the side as Ev turns a intent look at Aishani. "This is /stupid/," she informs the woman, with plain digust. Still, she hesitates a few minutes, staring at the goldrider before elaborating on just /what/ is stupid. It takes some mustering, see. "I want to stand." There, she said it, and straightens up a little in her chair. "On the... with the... you know." /That/.

Not quite concerned, but definitely a bit confused as the blonde speaks, Aishani retrieves her glass, just in case she needs fortification. In fact, she'll take a drink anyway, just in case. But then, it's nothing so difficult or horrifying -- her expression clears as she straightens. "Anyone who lives here and wants to stand is welcome to," she says, offering a slight smile. "It's that easy. If you're sure... It can be... an adjustment." Displeased with her choice of words, she still leaves it there.

Evanthe shifts a little on her chair, expectation plain on her face as the goldrider speaks... expectation that is clearly not met, as she remains perched on the edge of her chair, tension still present in her posture, and just... stares for a moment. "Just like that?" she says, with disbelief. "Seriously, just like that? I thought there'd be... a test, or an interview... an aptitude thing." Which would explain her hesitation, surely. Now her face is slightly flushed as she sits back on her chair, and the first traces of an uncertain smile on her mouth. "Really? That's it. I... yes, I'm sure. I'm definitely sure. I mean, mostly I'm sure of the /weyr/. But it seems like... a way, you know? A path. A place. If I impress, which if not, it'll at least traumatize my mother into leaving me be awhile." She pauses to reclaim her cup. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

With an easy little shrug, unbothered by rambling, Aishani notes, "There are a few advantages to growing up at a Weyr. One is to have as many chances as you like on the sands. Some try until they're too old. Some only try a few times before it's too difficult for them." She manages to say the last without ''too'' much snide judgment. As she finishes her drink and signals for a refill, "I suppose some people might ask you why you want to stand or something of the like, but I think it all amounts to the same thing. Looking for something ''else''." Turning back to Evanthe, seriously, "You'll have a place here, impress or not. Just... sharing your mind with someone else is not easy. It's the only thing I'd want you to bear in mind."

"Never considered it before getting here... well, didn't even consider it then, but I guess it kinda... grew on me," Evanthe says thoughtfully. All the nervous tension has eased out of her body, and she slumps back into the chair with a far easier attitude, mug balanced against her chest for easy sippage. "Yeah. Something ''else''," she repeats in a murmur. "That's the damn truth." The offered caution is nodded at, not dismissively or distractedly as before, but with appropriate solemnity. "I get that. Spoken to a couple of riders that don't seem totally... at ease. Or happy. Which is intimidating, to be sure, but... I guess on this side of it, not knowing how it actually is, it sounds appealing. You always have someone, but... you always have someone." She ponders that, head tilted to one side for a moment, then her eyes drift back to Aishani with interest. "So. If I'm sure. What do I do? To be a..." She gestures, towards the clusters of new candidates that have flooded the Snowasis.

Lips quirking into a wry smile, "It was not a profession that was considered in my family." Aishani shakes her head a little, glossy curls bouncing, as she reclaims her refilled glass and takes a short sip. Glancing toward Evanthe again, looking her over, she agrees, "If you're looking for a dragon to solve everything... no, it won't. It won't change who you are. But it can make you better. In a sense." Her gaze goes distant briefly, and she smirks. "In many senses, actually." She sets her drink down, nodding once briskly. "If you're sure... and that never means you can't change your mind either-- you would go present yourself to Giorda or one of her assistant tomorrow, and move yourself into the candidate barracks. They'll add you to the chore rotation." Like she said, that easy. Following the gesture toward the candidates filling the bar with her gaze, "I hope none of them snore."

"Nor mine," Evanthe says with her own note of wryness, understating the sitation so drastically as to be laughable. As for the rest, she listens. More or less calm now, basking in the glow of having achieved her goal so /simply/, she's more than willing to listen to the woman's sage comments. "It /won't/ fix my life? Well, damn, forget /that/ then," she says with a faint snort. "Really, though...I know it won't. I don't know /what/ it will do, but I want the ''else'' and I haven't stopped thinking about it since Madilla suggested it. Met her the other night, and she just mentioned it in passing, and it... it stuck. It /resonated/. That sounds dumb, but..." She shrugs to finish that sentence and finishes off her tea in a single, long swallow. "Giorda. Right. That I can do." And she follows the gesture to the candidates with a skeptical look. "Some of 'em are gonna. Just based on odds." She pushes her empty mug away, back towards the barkeep's side, and makes to stand - eager, perhaps, to go find said headwoman if possible despite the late hour. She pauses, though, to look over at Aishani again - and with a nod, she says, "Thank you, weyrwoman. Didn't think I could go ask one of the others, but I'd talked to you a couple of times, and... you seemed decent. So thank you. For all this."

"Madilla." Aishani has to smile at Evanthe's mention of her, nodding a little. "She's a smart woman. The Weyrhealer hears it all, I think. But why not ask, why not take the opportunity? There's no sense in waiting for it out of some need to be chosen. The only dragon that chose me was mine." That's the important one, really. She shakes her head at 'dumb', adding quietly, "It just sounds like something you have to do." Though there's a bark of a laugh at 'decent', straightening as the blonde slips from her seat. "That's me, ask around," she says, with a heavy dose of sarcasm. Raising her glass, she's sincere enough in her next, though: "Good luck, candidate Evanthe. If not this clutch... well. Wait a few months."

If anything, Evanthe's appreciation for this whole exchange only deepends with Aishani's implication that she too had not actually been searched - Ev nods, a quirk of a smile on her mouth. She doesn't comment though, on that or the sarcasm heavy response to her comment. Whatever it means, she sticks with her opinion, and just looks inordinately pleased to hear herself called candidate. "A title, at last," she says, with amusement. "I'll do that, weyrwoman. Thank you again, and good night." And with that, and new purpose (at least until she realizes that candidacy will be much and more of what she was already doing /before/), she picks her way through the crowded bar towards the cold night beyond.
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Category:Vijays

2014-06-28T21:41:26Z

Brieli:

==History==

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal to work with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Rajiv's execution and the subsequent criminalization of the Vijay clan left them living in poverty and secrecy for the long turns afterward, avoiding the Weyr's scrutiny lest more punishment come down. The women of the family took over the management of the family's finances and business interests (such as they were) in absence of any of the men to step up in Rajiv's place. The caravan struggled each turn, but managed to hold themselves together, despite heavy losses in the first few winters.

In Turn 27, Rajiv's daughter [[Aishani]] left the caravan to assume a new identity at Crom Hold, trading places with a young woman named Brieli, who eventually married into the family. Aishani's intent was to move to High Reaches Weyr under the guise of 'Brieli' to exact revenge on those who had so wronged the family -- and it was what she had been trained for. However, the next turn, she Impressed to gold Iesaryth, causing a great deal of consternation in the family -- especially amongst those newly released from the mines of Crom, abused enough by dragonriders to not want one in the family.

When she began to offer aid, it helped. When she named herself Acting Weyrwoman and revealed herself to be a Vijay in Turn 31, it helped a great deal. Though Aishani eventually stepped down, and her dragon did not rise in time to make her Senior Weyrwoman, she has continued to make efforts to help repair the damage done by the Weyr to which she is now tied.

==Current Status==

The Vijay caravan is now well-stocked and in good repair, with approximately 40 people in the family. The ages tend toward the very young or the old, with most of the eldest men having done time in the mines or similar. All of them have various trader-type skills, but they've also kept up and passed on their less-legitimate abilities like knife-throwing, hand-to-hand fighting, lock picking, creative accounting and so on. Their base of operations is around Tillek Hold, though they have dealings with [[Greenfields Hold]] that involve a little trafficking of stolen goods, a little extortion, and a little acquiring of items on request -- thanks to Aishani and her partner-in-crime, [[Jo]].

==Notable Vijays==

* Rajiv - Former leader of the Vijays, executed at High Reaches Weyr in Turn 19. He was a very angry man.

* [[Aishani]] - Junior Weyrwoman to Iesaryth at High Reaches Weyr. Gave her life to settling a score. Distrusted by her Weyr. Regaining her family's trust.

* Devindra - Mid-50's. Hardass. Head of the family, but ailing due to his time working in Crom's mines.

* Priya - Late 40s. Kind and pragmatic. Will likely lead the family in Devindra's place when he passes, as she did when he was a convict.

* [[Jyani]] - Teenager. Lives at High Reaches Weyr, working as Aishani's assistant.

==General Route==

TBD

== Log Categories ==

* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Criminal_Alliances_Logs Criminal Alliances]

[[Category:Traders]]

Category:Vijays

2014-06-28T03:41:07Z

Brieli: /* Log Categories */

==History==

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal to work with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Rajiv's execution and the subsequent criminalization of the Vijay clan left them living in poverty and secrecy for the long turns afterward, avoiding the Weyr's scrutiny lest more punishment come down. The women of the family took over the management of the family's finances and business interests (such as they were) in absence of any of the men to step up in Rajiv's place. The caravan struggled each turn, but managed to hold themselves together, despite heavy losses in the first few winters.

In Turn 27, Rajiv's daughter [[Aishani]] left the caravan to assume a new identity at Crom Hold, trading places with a young woman named Brieli, who eventually married into the family. Aishani's intent was to move to High Reaches Weyr under the guise of 'Brieli' to exact revenge on those who had so wronged the family -- and it was what she had been trained for. However, the next turn, she Impressed to gold Iesaryth, causing a great deal of consternation in the family -- especially amongst those newly released from the mines of Crom, abused enough by dragonriders to not want one in the family.

When she began to offer aid, it helped. When she named herself Acting Weyrwoman and revealed herself to be a Vijay in Turn 31, it helped a great deal. Though Aishani eventually stepped down, and her dragon did not rise in time to make her Senior Weyrwoman, she has continued to make efforts to help repair the damage done by the Weyr to which she is now tied.

==Current Status==

The Vijay caravan is now well-stocked and in good repair, with approximately 40 people in the family. The ages tend toward the very young or the old, with most of the eldest men having done time in the mines or similar. All of them have various trader-type skills, but they've also kept up and passed on their less-legitimate abilities like knife-throwing, hand-to-hand fighting, lock picking, creative accounting and so on. Their base of operations is around Tillek Hold, though they have dealings with Greenfields Hold that involve a little trafficking of stolen goods, a little extortion, and a little acquiring of items on request -- thanks to Aishani and her partner-in-crime, [[Jo]].

==Notable Vijays==

* Rajiv - Former leader of the Vijays, executed at High Reaches Weyr in Turn 19. He was a very angry man.

* [[Aishani]] - Junior Weyrwoman to Iesaryth at High Reaches Weyr. Gave her life to settling a score. Distrusted by her Weyr. Regaining her family's trust.

* Devindra - Mid-50's. Hardass. Head of the family, but ailing due to his time working in Crom's mines.

* Priya - Late 40s. Kind and pragmatic. Will likely lead the family in Devindra's place when he passes, as she did when he was a convict.

* [[Jyani]] - Teenager. Lives at High Reaches Weyr, working as Aishani's assistant.

==General Route==

TBD

== Log Categories ==

* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Criminal_Alliances_Logs Criminal Alliances]

[[Category:Traders]]

Category:Vijays

2014-06-26T23:05:39Z

Brieli:

==History==

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal to work with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Rajiv's execution and the subsequent criminalization of the Vijay clan left them living in poverty and secrecy for the long turns afterward, avoiding the Weyr's scrutiny lest more punishment come down. The women of the family took over the management of the family's finances and business interests (such as they were) in absence of any of the men to step up in Rajiv's place. The caravan struggled each turn, but managed to hold themselves together, despite heavy losses in the first few winters.

In Turn 27, Rajiv's daughter [[Aishani]] left the caravan to assume a new identity at Crom Hold, trading places with a young woman named Brieli, who eventually married into the family. Aishani's intent was to move to High Reaches Weyr under the guise of 'Brieli' to exact revenge on those who had so wronged the family -- and it was what she had been trained for. However, the next turn, she Impressed to gold Iesaryth, causing a great deal of consternation in the family -- especially amongst those newly released from the mines of Crom, abused enough by dragonriders to not want one in the family.

When she began to offer aid, it helped. When she named herself Acting Weyrwoman and revealed herself to be a Vijay in Turn 31, it helped a great deal. Though Aishani eventually stepped down, and her dragon did not rise in time to make her Senior Weyrwoman, she has continued to make efforts to help repair the damage done by the Weyr to which she is now tied.

==Current Status==

The Vijay caravan is now well-stocked and in good repair, with approximately 40 people in the family. The ages tend toward the very young or the old, with most of the eldest men having done time in the mines or similar. All of them have various trader-type skills, but they've also kept up and passed on their less-legitimate abilities like knife-throwing, hand-to-hand fighting, lock picking, creative accounting and so on. Their base of operations is around Tillek Hold, though they have dealings with Greenfields Hold that involve a little trafficking of stolen goods, a little extortion, and a little acquiring of items on request -- thanks to Aishani and her partner-in-crime, [[Jo]].

==Notable Vijays==

* Rajiv - Former leader of the Vijays, executed at High Reaches Weyr in Turn 19. He was a very angry man.

* [[Aishani]] - Junior Weyrwoman to Iesaryth at High Reaches Weyr. Gave her life to settling a score. Distrusted by her Weyr. Regaining her family's trust.

* Devindra - Mid-50's. Hardass. Head of the family, but ailing due to his time working in Crom's mines.

* Priya - Late 40s. Kind and pragmatic. Will likely lead the family in Devindra's place when he passes, as she did when he was a convict.

* [[Jyani]] - Teenager. Lives at High Reaches Weyr, working as Aishani's assistant.

==General Route==

TBD

== Log Categories ==

* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]

[[Category:Traders]]

Jyani

2014-06-26T22:50:38Z

Brieli:

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== Description ==

Short, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed with warm brown skin, a pretty smile, and a cloud of curls.

== WYSK ==

* Jyani has been living at High Reaches Weyr since she was about thirteen, assisting Aishani in her duties.
* She is quick and quiet, and shares her cousin's tendency to lurk in the shadows, though Jyani is much less noticeable.
* She has her own room, making her the envy of many teenage dorm-dwellers.
* She's said to have a smart mouth. Go figure.
* She's also a Vijay. Engage at your own risk.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

* [[Aishani]] is her big sister and role model. She's not sure about being a dragonrider, but she's sure about wanting to be like her cousin.

* [[N'rov]] is pretty cool, even though she pretends to think he's not. It's all very ''romantic'' too, sigh.

== RP Logs ==

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Aishani

2014-06-26T22:45:41Z

Brieli:

{{HrwProfile
|picture= Brieli.jpg
|name= Aishani
|position=Goldrider
|dragon=[[Dragon:As True as the Tide Gold Iesaryth]]
|craft=
|birthplace=On a Trade Route, Somewhere
|mother=Zahra (deceased)
|father=Rajiv (executed, HRW, Turn 19)
|siblings=none
|children=none
|friends=Serah, cousin, rider of brown Nazguwynth at Fort Weyr (-3); Jyani, cousin, resident at High Reaches Weyr (-9)
|playedby=Ashley Madekwe
|livejournal=http://iesaryth.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani Vijay, daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she's been keeping herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever it else it is she does outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Is that good or bad? Opinions, as always, are mixed. At least she's not doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone can tell.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]]. Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents.

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

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== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/4fQkeKEm9QQ Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/SPv5NJpUsYg Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0vsz0KG86k Freedom '90 - George Michael]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
|-
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
|-
|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
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|}

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''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

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[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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2014-06-26T22:11:49Z

Brieli:

==History==

==Current Status==

==Notable Vijays==

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* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Plot:_Raids_Against_High_Reaches_Weyr Raids Against High Reaches Weyr]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Vijays_Gone_Wrong_Logs Vijays Gone Wrong]
* [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays]

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Jyani

2014-06-22T21:40:38Z

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== Description ==

Short, slim, dark-haired and dark-eyed with warm brown skin, a pretty smile, and a cloud of curls.

== WYSK ==

* Jyani has been living at High Reaches Weyr since she was about thirteen, assisting Aishani in her duties.
* She is quick and quiet, and shares her cousin's tendency to lurk in the shadows, though Jyani is much less noticeable.
* She has her own room, making her the envy of many teenage dorm-dwellers.
* She's said to have a smart mouth. Go figure.
* She's also a Vijay. Engage at your own risk.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

* [[Aishani]] is her big sister and role model. She's not sure about being a dragonrider, but she's sure about wanting to be like her cousin.

* [[N'rov]] is pretty cool, even though she pretends to think he's not. It's all very ''romantic'' too, sigh.

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Jyani

2014-06-22T21:37:52Z

Brieli:

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== WYSK ==

* Jyani has been living at High Reaches Weyr since she was about thirteen, assisting Aishani in her duties.
* She is quick and quiet, and shares her cousin's tendency to lurk in the shadows, though Jyani is much less noticeable.
* She has her own room, making her the envy of many teenage dorm-dwellers.
* She's said to have a smart mouth. Go figure.
* She's also a Vijay. Engage at your own risk.

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2014-06-22T21:16:48Z

Brieli:

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2014-06-22T21:16:47Z

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2014-06-22T21:16:46Z

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2014-06-22T20:58:07Z

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2014-06-22T20:58:07Z

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Jyani

2014-06-22T20:57:01Z

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2014-06-22T20:56:36Z

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Logs:Problem Solved

2014-06-21T03:12:19Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Aishani, Valenros | where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr | what = Valenros has a problem. Aishani solves it, and gains a fan. | when = Day 15, Month 1, Turn..."

{{ Log
| who = Aishani, Valenros
| where = Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Valenros has a problem. Aishani solves it, and gains a fan.
| when = Day 15, Month 1, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.06.20
| quote = Do ..Weyrwomen normally.. uh.. do that sort of thing in the middle of the night?
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| log = Nighttime has settled over the Weyr, a hush having settled in the lower caverns. Most weyrfolk are safely tucked away in their beds, though there are those who either have jobs yet to complete or who have had sleep forsake them. Fire crackles in the hearths in the kitchen, the pops and hisses drifting into the larger cavern, mingling with the whispers. Shadows have taken over, someone has let the glows dim. Valenros is busy pacing in one corner of the cavern, his dark head down, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks suspicious indeed, all by himself, murmuring under his breath in a fevered kind of way. Those few still here are giving him the side eye, keeping a safe distance. One never knows what monsters lurk in the dark.

Not a stranger to the quieter hours of the Weyr, Aishani comes from the kitchens on quiet soft-soled boots that she doesn't likely wear out into the slush, and a bag over one shoulder, bulky, but likewise soundless. The dim state of the cavern doesn't seem to bother her; if someone's mean to refresh the glows, apparently it's not till morning. She takes a moment at the bottom of the steps to sweep the room with her dark, sharp gaze, lingering here and here. It falls on Valenros - how could she miss him really - and since he's not really out of her way, she angles her path toward him, only asking lowly, once he's in earshot, "Problem?" That seems to work for her greeting as well.

"Problem?" comes the surprised greeting, snapping the holder out of whatever daydream he was in, his mouth hanging somewhat agape until he realizes where he is and with whom. Valenros pushes a hand through his hair so roughly that it sticks up in the front, lending him a further disheveled look. "I.. ah.. no.. I don't think.." But his answer peters to a whisper at the end, his brow furrowing deeply. "What are you.. that.." Disjointed thoughts and all, he gestures lamely to the bag she carries over her shoulder, his eyes looking particular large and wide in the dim lighting; maybe he looks a little anxious too.

Arching fine brows, Aishani tilts her head to the side to listen patiently as Valenros fails to finish a sentence; at the very least, she has the grace not to look as entertained as she might be. "You normally have conversations with yourself in public," she surmises then, though with a tone that's mildly questioning - she'd rather not believe that. As for his barely vocalized question, her bag: "Working." As if that should explain the time of night, why she carries her own bags, all of it. Squinting a little in the dim light, "Are you sure you're quite well?"

"I didn't realize I was." Valenros looks back at Aishani without shame, without understanding of any other meaning she might behind her words, completely oblivious. "Do ..Weyrwomen normally.. uh.. do that sort of thing in the middle of the night?" Carry bags through the caverns, obviously, duh. "Don't you.. have something to.. do that for you? A maid?" He looks kind of concerned on her part, as she may be on his. "I can.. help, if you need it.." It's a weak offer, but he looks like he means it, giving her a mos earnest expression; or it could be her question. "I'm fine. Just.. unsettling news.. is all."

There's a long moment where the goldrider seems to consider her words before she settles on, "It is a good thing of which to be aware." Aishani shifts her bag a little after that, giving a easy little shrug. "I do," she answers, unconcerned about what other weyrwomen might do. "But there's certainly those who might say I'm not a proper weyrwoman." An eyeroll. "And I do have an assistant. My cousin. But haven't you ever been told that there's some things you can't delegate?" She arches brows the younger man's way again, but sobers soon after, giving a nod. "Ah. Yes. Well, then. That's unfortunate." That's about as far as things go in terms of comfort.

Valenros pulls his sweater a little closer around himself. "Some things.. carrying heavy bags around at night? That doesn't seem.." Fill in the blank - proper, seemly, on-the-up-and-up - because he certainly doesn't. "Really, if you need help, I can hold.. that." There's that offer again, though he makes no move to actually take the bag in question, or even to make a move closer to Aishani. "Unfortunate.. doesn't begin to.. cover it." More silence on his end, seems he isn't into being comforted either - at least, not from her anyway.

"I'm fine, honestly. It's hardly the heaviest thing I lift in a day." Aishani's faint smile is meant to be reassuring, might come off as a bit patronizing. "And I like it at night. Less people talking." A slender hand makes a talky-face, mimes constant yapping with a long-suffering expression. What her excursions do or don't seem like doesn't seem to bother her, especially as she adds, "But I do like to eavesdrop." Given her words are inadequate, it might be reasonable that she aims a questioning look at Valenros. Well? The silence stretches on.

Silence is a nice companion, except when you're attempting to have a conversation. Valenros shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a hand reaching to rub the back of his head. He looks from Aishani's bag back to the woman herself. "Are you someone I would ask about.. about.." It's a brief struggle as he tries to come to terms with his next words, a shift from awkward to embarrassed, but he finally forces out a strangle, "..a job, within.. ah, this Weyr?" Color creeps into his cheeks, burning bright even in the dark of the ill-lit cavern.

Silence doesn't seem to bother Aishani, really. She can wait, like she has all night. Or perhaps having someone carrying on a conversation in one's head makes silence a little less ''eternal''. Maybe she and Iesaryth are discussing the weather, or other dragons, or Valenros himself - whatever the answer, she's patient again, but has manners enough to ignore that strangled tone and flush. She won't mock him, no. Just make things difficult. "Yes. One of the someones. What can you do?" There's no judgment there to her question, just a request for facts.

The answer catches him off guard - despite having asked the question preceding the answer. "I don't.. I'm not sure." Valenros looks suddenly defeated, like a little canine puppy that's reprimanded for its curiosity. "I've always been good with numbers. I can read, I can write. I can," another fumble, "lift things too?" Like bags that Weyrwomen carry around in the middle of the night. "I never learned a craft or trade. I can't cook or hunt. I doubt I'm any good with kids." Now that they've covered all of what he /can't/ do, he looks to Aishani for a hint of what use his few skills could equal up to.

Not discouraged by his defeat, Aishani instead nods to each of those responses, as if filing them away for later reference. In fact, the sum total leave her faintly... pensive. She regards Valenros for a long moment, as if trying to assess him by just... staring at him, but whatever she sees has her making a decision, apparently. "Right," she says. "You can work in the records room for now, see how it suits." Him, or the scribes? Either way: "Go speak to Giorda in the morning, she's the headwoman. She'll give you a schedule." A pause, then; "Your name. Where are you from? Are you running from something?" Just in case.

A smile finally appears on his face. "That would be perfect. I can do that. Thank you.. very much, m'lady." Valenros bows his head, as in deep gratitude, and breathes a content sigh. "My name is Valenros, of Winter.. formerly of Winter Ridge Hold." He rushes through his reply, then grimaces and shifts uncomfortably on his feet. "No.. not really.. kind of.. I was told.. ah, not to go home." There it is, the elephant in the room - or, the large, egg-laden dragon in the room. "So not running, per say." Forced, pushed, abandoned, they're all acceptable though.

"Aishani, Iesaryth's." Though he's figured that out, the weyrwoman goes through the motions anyway. She doesn't bother to correct the title either. His answer seems to be along the lines of what was expected; she nods once, offering in what's meant to be sympathy, "It is not uncommon here, to be... estranged from one's family. Not in the least." So Valenros isn't alone? Misery loves company? She considers him again, then adds, "My assistant, my cousin - for various reasons, she knows next to nothing about Holds. If you'd be willing to explain what it's like to grow up there, I'd be grateful. It's... necessary to know at this point."

"Nice to meet you." Valenros gives another nod, sharp and quick. "It's.. something, I guess, I should have expected." He doesn't give much more detail than that, and hastily gets to her second suggestion. "I would, of course. I know plenty. You can give me dates and times, if she agrees, and I'll be sure to be there, wherever you need me, to give her as much information as I know." Why it's necessary - well, that's for her to know and him.. not to know.

Now she has a smile - though brief, it's wide and lovely while it lasts. "So helpful," Aishani tells Valenros, obviously pleased. "That's so kind of you, really. I'll tell Jyani not to be a ''pain''. She has a bit of a smart mouth." Wonder where that could have come from. Though she doesn't go so far as to touch him, she assures him, "The Weyr takes care of its own. If they'll put up with me, you have nothing to worry about." Now smirking, "If you'll excuse me, I should get my boots and..." She lifts her bag. Do something with it.

Valenros is looking at Aishani like she's the Masterharper herself, with admiration and appreciated and a bunch of other mixed emotions that crowd his young face. "Yeah.. yeah.. sounds great. Please, just, let me know, I'm here.. I'll be here.. I'll go find, Giorda? Yeah, her." He lifts a hand in a goodbye wave, nodding to the bag now that she mentions it again. "Don't let me stop you. Pleasure.. I'll see you around.. Aishani," the last, him testing her name on his lips, like it's a fine wine that deserves appreciation. Apparently, she's gotten herself a fan.

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Logs:What Can You Do

2014-06-19T18:37:59Z

Brieli: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Aishani, Evanthe | where = Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr | what = Evanthe is cleaning. Aishani is going for a drink. An innocuous question has more weight th..."

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| where = Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Evanthe is cleaning. Aishani is going for a drink. An innocuous question has more weight than expected.
| when = Day 9, Month 1, Turn 35
| gamedate = 2014.06.18
| quote = Well. That's the question, isn't it?
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| log = The weather is bad outside, meaning that hordes have traipsed through the caverns and brought with them endless quantities of slush and mud. Much of it has ended up pooling around what coats and boots have been left behind so not to dirty living quarters. Of course, the resultant mess has to be cleaned, and as Evanthe has no official function... well, she makes a useful odd job girl. This is the odd job of the moment. Though not cheerful, she's looking more resigned than grouchy as she follows a particularly filthy trail of footprints with mop in hand.

The slush and mud is indeed endless, and even when there's not slush, there's still mud, so isn't it ''wonderful'' there are people like Evanthe around to clean up? Though there's some weyrwomen who would be game to pick up a mop and bucket, Aishani certainly doesn't look like one of them, as carefully and impeccably dressed as she is, but at least her soft-soled boots don't track anything from the outdoors. She's perhaps one of the few people that change shoes in the caverns; that have shoes to change. She comes from the kitchen by way of the nighthearth, clipboard tucked under one arm - as she sees the girl cleaning, she lingers in the shadows to watch a beat or two before making herself apparent. She'll even clear her throat.

The worst are the places where the mud was left a little too long. Dried to cement, they require more than the usual effort, and it is one of these patches that Evanthe has started to tackle when Aishani makes her shadowy presence known. The girl has just gotten down on her knees with a grunt, pulled out the handy scraper tool, and just started chipping up the chunks when she hears that throat-clearing. "What?" she says, ever-so-slightly snappishly... /before/ she looks up and see who it is. Of course. Of course it is. "I mean..." One can almost feel the expletives swimming behind her lips, but she bites them back. "Good evening, weyrwoman."

Lightly, "I try not to sneak up on people. Most of the time." Aishani doesn't seem insulted or surprised by Evanthe's mood, as she gives the area a look, arching fine brows. She steps further into the light of the caverns, lips pursing - though it seems more at the job than any issues of Evanthe's. "Good evening," she echoes eventually, politely. "It's late for this sort of work. I suppose I'll have to see why it ended up so... dried." Wrinkling her noes, she toes another chunk attached to the rock of the floor.

Evanthe sighs, sitting back on her haunches and using a (only slightly muddied) hand to push her fair hair back out of her face. "Yeah. Some kind of issue with the schedule, two people assigned to one job and no one assigned to this one... I don't know. Some shit like that. And so my evening planned itself," she says dryly, giving another jab at the mud that dislodges it. A flick of the scraper and it's tossed into a bucket, set to the side for just such a purpose. One down, who knows how many to go. "Headwoman's pretty ticked 'bout it. Anything I can do you for you, weyrwoman?"

With a quirk of her lips, "That sounds like someone did some rescheduling of their own. Unofficially. I'll look into it." Aishani even brings forth the clipboard to make a little note with the pencil attached; after tucking back both away, "I can imagine she is. Aren't you likewise ticked about it? And don't kill your whole night at this. I'll assign an extra crew in the morning. You can even come help then, if you like." The last is offered to Evanthe dryly - isn't ''that'' exciting? "Mm. Your name. I'm Aishani, Iesaryth's." Even if the introduction is unnecessary, she goes through the motions.

The suggestion that her fellow lower caverns workers, intrepid as they are, may have /intentionally/ shirked their duties... well, that just earns a breath of a laugh, likely confirming. Then Evanthe shrugs, standing and brushing her hands off on her pants. The continuation of the conversation gives her excuse enough to stop working, which she does, and finds a piece of wall to lean against with her hands shoved into her pockets. "There's generally something to be ticked off about. At least this is a thing that I can't mess up much more'n it's already messed." Illumination of her cheerful outlook. She snorts a little at that generous offer of morning work-detail, but doesn't object. "I'm Evanthe. The tripper," she adds, expecting that almost dousing the weyrwoman with tea was probably the most memorable thing about her.

"Oh, of course. I must have blocked it out, given the givens." Or Aishani forgot, but who knows - maybe she does just dismiss such unpleasantness. Sweeping a look around the caverns again, she has to agree, "It would be difficult to make the floor any worse off than it is, it's true. How are you settling in?" Tilting her head to the side, she regards Evanthe for an unblinking moment before, "Weavers. Did you end up going to the seamstresses, or getting it done yourself? I'd say if you spend your time mud-scraping, you're owed a bit of mending in return.”

How is she settling in? Evanthe considers the question, eyeing the weyrwoman all the while as though debating exactly /what/ answer she's supposed to give... in the end, however, her tone is genuine, if hesitant. "I'm settling. I... like it. I like it here. Very much." There's almost a reluctance in saying so, as though that's /not/ the reaction she expected, or feels she is meant to have, but there's a quirk of a smile at the corner of her mouth. "Whether the weyr is as glad to have me, it's hard to say." She gestures to her pants, same as she was wearing before, now with a sloppy but effective stitch job across the knee in a dark blue thread that contrasts sharply with the lighter fabric. "My ma insisted I do it. So, did it my way. Next time, I'm going to the weavers. The other ones. Not related to me."

Aishani offers a trace of a smile for that uncertain regard, though it comes and goes quickly. "It's not for everyone, but if you like it now, you should like it better when it gets warmer. It's always a bit close in the winter, if you can't get away." For the goldrider's part, her colour is deep enough that it might be summer anyway - one of the benefits of dragonriding. Arching fine brows as Evanthe demurs, she asks, bending briefly to look at the patched knee, "What can you do?" It's a simple question, without judgement one way or the other. As for patches, "There's the seamstresses too, if the weavers are busy. They do day to day mending and less fancy work. It was my job, when I came here. I hated it." She's unapologetic.

"Don't mind the cold," Evanthe says, with a half shrug. "People tend not to follow you when you storm off into the snow." Quite the opposite, Evanthe is just about as pale as it gets - no sun has touched that skin, but as Aishani asks that question of her, that simple question, Ev's face colors noticeably. What can she do. "Well. That's the question, isn't it?" she mutters uncomfortably. "Apparently I can scrape floors." There is a look of appreciation though, with the other woman's unapologetic admission. "D'you like being a weyrwoman?"

Dark eyes brightening, though her lips only quirk again, "Do you do a lot of storming off generally, or just in the snow?" Aishani doesn't necessarily seem to expect an answer, sliding hands into her own pockets as she leans back against the wall. Watching as Evanthe flushes, she considers the younger woman, noting, "There's something, I'd imagine - learn fast, or write neatly, or add quickly. Listen well." A slight smirk at that. "It's not a quiz, but I don't see 'floor-scraper' as the sum total of your future." The last question warrants a breath, then; "There are some parts I like and some that I don't. Some that I am particularly suited for and some I am less so. But I don't think I would be anything else."

"Try to save it for a last resort. Otherwise it loses its effect," Evanthe says, possibly making fun at her own expense given that slight roll of the eyes. As for her epitaph reading ''floor-scraper''? "I sure fucking hope not," she says, forgetting her so far admirable rate of not-swearing. "Hope I figure it out, 'cause the not knowing gets pretty damn old." The response to her question earns attention. Quiet, patient attention, without fidgeting, and a nod after. "That must feel nice."

"I'll... keep that in mind." Aishani seems so calm at this point, it's difficult to see her storming anywhere, but it must happen now and then. She continues to be unbothered by most things, cursing included, though it doesn't seem to be something she does a lot of herself - it might contrast oddly with her cultured, mostly accentless tones. "Think about your strengths, and what you like to do, perhaps. I've had little experience with lack of direction until... recently." Evanthe's attention has her seeming curious, but she doesn't ask, merely agrees, "Mostly. It can be difficult to... step away where I should. But I keep myself busy."

Evanthe nods slowly, but without much confidence in the idea - there's little faith there now, in finding The Thing that she's good at. Hence the interest. "I'll do my best, weyrwoman." She tilts her head, curiously. "What happened recently? Was it dragon?" The weyr's timeline is somewhat beyond her. "S'pose I can see that. But seems preferable to the alternative." She sighs, and her gaze reluctantly drops to the floor, the fresher mud now starting to dry to the same solid consistency.

"Maybe not so recently, really. And it's a story... that's likely not meant for this job." Aishani looks around at the work Evanthe seems determined to finish, and besides, there's a reluctance to her words. She's not sure she wants to get into it. Pushing off the wall to toe the dried mud again, "Well. If you think of a few things that you can manage and don't hate, let me know. Perhaps something around here will fit." Her sharp, dark gaze goes back to the blonde, brief and thoughtful, before she starts off toward the entrance to the Weyr - likely to the bar. "Don't kill yourself, Evanthe. And have a good evening."

"I'll do my best," Evanthe says again, as she drops down to her knees. She watches the weyrwoman thoughtfully for a moment, until she's out of sight, and then back to floor-scraping she goes.

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Aishani

2014-06-19T01:46:45Z

Brieli: /* Soundtrack */

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|siblings=none
|children=none
|friends=Serah, cousin, rider of brown Nazguwynth at Fort Weyr (-3); Jyani, cousin, resident at High Reaches Weyr (-9)
|playedby=Ashley Madekwe
|livejournal=http://iesaryth.livejournal.com}}

== Description ==

Long shiny chestnut hair is worn loose, in easy curls that frame Aishani's heart-shaped face and tumble down past her shoulders artfully. The same brown tones as her tresses lightly warm her tan skin, color long-lashed dark chocolate eyes, and shade fine, graceful brows. Cupid's-bow lips curve into a smile often and easily, if usually faintly and enigmatically. Tall and slender, she has the lean lines and long toughened fingers of a young woman accustomed to working with her hands. She dresses to emphasize long legs and minimal curves - most usually in close-fitting trousers or leathers, short skirts, high boots, and stylish tops in light, bright colors to match. She rarely wears a knot, but for the one on her wine-dark riding jacket - that of a weyrwoman in High Reaches' colors.

To avoid posting all her clothes, just look at: www.ashley-ringmybell.com

== Background ==

Brieli came to the weyr and claimed her father was a miner, her mother was a seamstress. Her father died in a mining accident - a fairly common occurrence at Crom; her mother raised her until she was about sixteen, when a bad cold worsened one winter. She'd learned most of her trade from her mother already, and picked up a few more skills from helping out where she could - enough skills to make her restless, especially with no ties to keep her near the mines. It wasn't much more than a month after her eighteenth turnday before she left to start over at High Reaches.

At least, that's what she ''said''.

Turns out she's actually Aishani Vijay, daughter of Rajiv, bent on revenge for his execution. Or that's what ''some'' people say. If she wanted vengeance on the Weyr, she might have done something when she named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman -- other than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman and end the uncertainty of the past turns.

One might have expected some trouble from Aishani, particularly with K’del (who she openly hates and openly blames for her father’s death) taking the Weyrleadership in the wake of Z’ian’s injury. But one day, she returned to duties as abruptly as she stopped (though the minimum required, yes) and changed her knot back to from wingrider to weyrwoman. In the meantime, she's been keeping herself busy with her trips to Fort and whatever it else it is she does outside of the Weyr - generally more outside than inside. Is that good or bad? Opinions, as always, are mixed. At least she's not doing anything ''bad''... as far as anyone can tell.

== WYSK ==

* Aishani was known as 'Brieli' at High Reaches until the spring of Turn 31.
* She is really the daughter of Rajiv Vijay, executed at HRW in Turn 19.
* She Impressed gold Iesaryth at Monaco Weyr at the end of Turn 28.
* Early in Turn 31, she reportedly named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman.
* Early in Turn 32, she literally hung up her knot, in a dramatic unexplained gesture.
* She wore a wingrider’s knot for a time, refusing the 'weyrwoman' title.
* She spent her time with [[Azaylia]] in the past, more with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]] now.
* Dark in humor and in outlook, she's still relatively sociable and informal.
* Fort's Vhaeryth and his rider visit Iesaryth's ledge regularly…
* Despite rumors she tried to fix/fixed Iesaryth's flights in their favor.

== Relationships ==

* Aishani isn't all that friendly, but she spends time in the Snowasis, and with [[Jo]] and [[Vienne]]. She was once close to [[Azaylia]], when she was "Brieli".

* She was friends with [[Iolene]], before the Weyrwoman was killed.

* She's been 'with' [[N'rov]] since sometime in weyrlinghood.

* She (and Iesaryth) tend to keep a particular eye on their progeny, for whatever reason.

* She hates [[K'del]]. She doesn't like [[H'kon]] much more. She doesn't trust [[R'hin]]. Or any of the Holders (but maybe [[Ienavi]]?). Or anyone, really.

* She stabbed [[H'vier]], so that's something.

* Aishani generally respects people who can be trusted to do their jobs without causing (too many) issues or inter-continental incidents.

== Recent Logs ==

Most recent logs shown only. Full list is available [[Aishani/Logs|here]]. List of logs Aishani is mentioned in available [[Aishani/Mentions|here]].

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== Soundtrack ==

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|* [http://youtu.be/GGXzlRoNtHU All I Do Is Win - DJ Khaled]
|* [http://youtu.be/PsO6ZnUZI0g Stronger - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/5cDLZqe735k My Prerogative - Bobby Brown]
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|* [http://youtu.be/WLHU3w1nwdY Power - Kanye West]
|* [http://youtu.be/copiznIfV3E Bonnie & Clyde - Jay-Z feat. Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/kfjjQU4khuY Battle Without Honor or Humanity - Tomoyasu Hotei]
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|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine]
|* [http://youtu.be/4fQkeKEm9QQ Hazy Shade of Winter - The Bangles]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Headlines - Drake]
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|* [http://youtu.be/2kWuOUijAbc Monster - Kanye West]
|* [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/raB8z_tXq7A Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake]
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|* [http://youtu.be/lZN6HdZVbVA Fancy - Drake]
|* [http://youtu.be/3KL9mRus19o No Diggity - Blackstreet]
|* [http://youtu.be/HPkTGm4RtVM I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett]
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|* [http://youtu.be/SPv5NJpUsYg Grown Woman - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/_HKH7Emy1SY Like A Boy - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/E1mU6h4Xdxc Disturbia - Rihanna]
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|* [http://youtu.be/ZQ2nCGawrSY Russian Roulette - Rihanna]
|* [http://youtu.be/iR6oYX1D-0w I Need A Dollar - Aloe Blacc]
|* [http://youtu.be/eJlN9jdQFSc God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash]
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|* [http://youtu.be/qjmcE4QiBkc Maleguena Salerosa - Chingon]
|* [http://youtu.be/OLpgtGDwsRs Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmerelda]
|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0vsz0KG86k Freedom '90 - George Michael]
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|* [http://youtu.be/MW6E_TNgCsY Santa Monica - Everclear]
|* [http://youtu.be/RcmKbTR--iA Rocketeer - Far East Movement]
|* [http://youtu.be/T-sxSd1uwoU I Wanna Go - Britney Spears]
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|* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JlxByc0-V40 Sweet Dreams - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/Ro7yHf_pU14 Dangerous - Kardinal Offishall feat. Akon]
|* [http://youtu.be/5oAeoOcpUS4 More Than A Woman - Aaliyah]
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|* [http://youtu.be/bnVUHWCynig Halo - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/UcGWy7xUZQE Promise - Ciara]
|* [http://youtu.be/iW5EzxFR4SM Ego (Remix) - Beyonce feat. Kanye West]
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|* [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel - Beyonce]
|* [http://youtu.be/CvBfHwUxHIk Umbrella - Rihanna feat. Jay-Z]
|* [http://youtu.be/QphglQu3oL0 A Satisfied Mind - Johnny Cash]
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|* [http://youtu.be/5y_KJAg8bHI Wake Me Up - Avicii]
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''Baby put your arms around me/Tell me I'm the problem/Know I'm not the girl you thought you knew and that you wanted/Underneath the pretty face is something complicated/I come with a side of trouble/But I know that's why you're staying'' - [http://youtu.be/3H5YYtpcCqA No Angel]

''I don't want your money/I don't want your crown/See I've come to burn/Your kingdom down.'' - [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjIwKzBg0aI Seven Devils]

'''Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.'' - [http://www.vevo.com/watch/rihanna/sm/USUV71002981 S&M]

== TV Tropes ==

* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast Dark and Troubled Past]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenBird Broken Bird]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LightFeminineAndDarkFeminine Dark Feminine]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TallDarkAndBishoujo Tall, Dark and Bishoujo]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator Determinator]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IrrationalHatred Irrational Hatred]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMole The Mole]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouKilledMyFather You Killed My Father]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/RevengeMyopia Revenge Myopia]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BestServedCold Best Served Cold]
* [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AvengingTheVillain Avenging The Villain]

== Flawless ==

[[File:aishani_flawless.gif]]

[http://www.buzzfeed.com/mattbellassai/the-most-difficult-things-about-being-completely-flawless The 26 Most Difficult Things About Being Completely Flawless]

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Logs:Escape to Southern

2014-06-18T03:27:12Z

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{{ Log
| who = Aishani, N'rov
| where = Southern Weyr
| what = Shani visits N'rov at Southern for some time away from the cold. She tells him a bit about her work with Jo.
| when = Day 15, month 11, Turn 34 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2014.05.23
| quote = Does it feel like you'd be letting him down, if you focused on other things?
| weather = Warm and awesome.
| categories = 
| mentions = E'dre, Grumaien, Hattie, I'kris, Iolene, Jo, M'kris, N'muir, Oriane, Rajiv, R'hin, Zahra
| ooc = Backdated.
| icons = n'rov.png, aishani summer.png
| log = Autumn back at Fort, autumn at High Reaches, it's springtime at Southern and the jungle is in bloom; it's a fragrant backdrop to where they sit, the Weyr downwind, the ocean before them and the tide rolling in. The familiar rock against which N'rov leans, 'their' rock, is above the waterline, at least; he toys with one of Shani's curls as she reclines against his chest, winding it, unwinding it, more or less as the waves roll in and out. The tide's coming in, and then it will leave again. Soon enough, he'll leave too. He doesn't say anything for some time longer; eventually, though, he whispers, "Awake?"

Autumn at High Reaches means nothing good, really, just rain and rain and mud and more rain. Southern certainly has the better weather and better scenery, so despite general dislike of the whole arrangement, Aishani has deigned to visit often enough. Enough to have a rock to lay claim to, enough to be comfortable on it, on N’rov. Her eyes are closed, long lashes dark against her cheek, and the rhythm of the waves certainly put Iesaryth to sleep, further away on the sand - so it’s not impossible she’s dozing. Even so, that whisper brings a low murmur, affirmative, “Mmm.” Mostly.

Whereas autumn at ''Fort'' has rain and mud and cooking in tents and, worse, no booze to survive it with... at least, none that's publicly available. N'rov could hope that by the time he gets back the liquor will be back too, or else that the addicts have either gotten over their grumpiness or found another way to cope; as is, though, it may well be out of sight and out of mind. He's busy. "'Mmm'-hmm." Busy lounging with his girl, not-so-busily adding onto her murmur, lazily amused. It seems Vhaeryth's welcome to stay the most active one of them, for the moment not napping nor flying but instead swimming, a barely-visible fleck of fiery bronze in the distant deeps. "Your turn."

Perhaps its his imminent return to Fort, so currently beleaguered, or maybe it’s something Shani’s been considering for a little while now, but speaking of liquor and other precious goods; “I was wondering if I might suggest my family head out Fort way before settling somewhere for the winter. It’s not exactly free supplies, but…” It’s something? She doesn’t bother opening her eyes to suggest it, though, tone still weighted with something close to sleep - Iesaryth dragging her under. Eventually, she tilts her head up to barely lift her lids, dark eyes glinting. “I’d hate to have you live in deprivation.” Not that she wants him sticking around here either.

"If they profit," is N'rov's one requirement; he winds, unwinds, always sliding in the direction to smooth that curl instead of making it frizz. His chuckle is low. "Suppose that's understood, but just in case you're feeling a little too charitable. Which isn't to say ''gouging''." If that head-tilt makes it easier for him to dangle the curl over her nose instead, he's fine with that too. "Save it for Fort Hold. In the meantime, I appreciate your consideration for my not stumbling around, slat-ribbed, searching for crumbs, poetic though it would undoubtedly be."

Shani only has a snort for that, as if she wouldn’t even make the offer otherwise. It surely can’t come out of the goodness of her heart, black and cold as it is. As for the frizzing, well. N’rov is but a man. He can only do so much. “I would never be so charitable as to have a precarious position made more so. Things aren’t precisely perfect yet, just… good.” She’s vague, as she tends to be about her business - there’s been the odd time that she’s ‘’seemed’’ like she might be willing to explain more over the last few months, but she hasn’t, not yet. “Fort Hold can afford it. And I wouldn’t find you nearly as attractive that way.”

That ''snort'' gets the curl ''tweaked''. And it's true, N'rov isn't the boss of humidity... most of the time. His voice drier than the weather, "Shani, Shani. Will you ever count them as perfect?" Whether due to the eternal possibility of getting even better, or the threat of tempting fate. "Though I will say that I'm glad that version would be less attractive. You do have your ways of making things happen, and worse, you might even convince me to enjoy it."

The tweaked curl has her nose wrinkling. “Isn’t it good to have high standards? Ambition? And I don’t know how to explain…” Shani’s lips curve into a wry smile, wondering, “How much do you want to know about what I do when I’m not making nice at the Weyr? I tell myself that I don’t want to worry you or cause you problems, but maybe I’m just avoiding the discussion.” And over a sigh, “I haven’t done anything major or shocking in ages. Though I’m glad I have that kind of power.” She lifts a lazy hand to pull him closer for a kiss, so she doesn’t have to stretch allllll that way herself.

"Those are a given," N'rov points out, and dabbles the end of the curl just above her nose, not quite touching that wrinkle that (contrary to aunties' advice) hasn't frozen yet. It wouldn't dare. It's after the kissing, which conveniently causes him to release the curl-hostage and maybe that was her plan all along, that he looks down at her again from bare inches' distance. "Nothing major or shocking and you still think I'd worry? Now you'd better tell me. Otherwise I'll worry about the worrying," or just kiss her some more, which he proceeds to do. It may not help the actual telling, but a man's got to do what a man's got to do... even if he can't conquer frizz.

It hasn’t caused her any wrinkles yet either, but who knows about later? Aishani doesn’t mind taking her time about the kissing, but she has to sigh again, a bit dramatically as she points out, “It’s not as if I have plans to say, take over the Weyr, or a Weyr, though it’s not for lack of looking for options. As for the rest…” she trails off, perhaps to consider her words, but it’s all too easy to distract her with more kissing. That’s better than worrying him. More possible wrinkles.

There's a low chuckle that speaks to ''options''; distraction proceeds apace, and then N'rov's thoroughly unsubtle about wrapping his arms around his girl, nudging her sideways as though to lean her onto the sand-shielding blanket. Only, it's really just to kiss the hollow of her neck and then say, "All right, woman. Out with it." Which may be easy for him to say, but while relaxing on Southern Weyr's shining coast, surely it's safe from obvious repercussions... or if not, they can see them coming.

Shani has a long, soft contented sound for the distraction, for his arms around her, even if all of it only leads to that kiss. She’s happy to slide her arms around N’rov in return, lean in close to breathe him in. There’s time. “It’s not one thing,” she begins, cautious. “And it’s not just me involved. My family, Jo… the people that Jo works with sometimes.” Dark eyes open again slowly, and she looks up at him seriously, for all that her fingers have started to run through his hair. “Jo and I worked some things out between her people and mine, obviously. We’ve been helping them out from Reaches, and we’ve pulled a couple people in. Trying to keep things circumspect.” Small. Which probably doesn’t sit well with her.

N'rov must realize his hold of his not-unwilling captive has tightened, for he loosens it just enough to give her breathing room, tipping his head so she can better reach the dark fuzz. Jo. Yes. "People you can trust." Whether she actually does or not. Small might sit better with him, at least when it strengthens circumspection.

Though she doesn’t complain at the way his hold tightens around her, Aishani does let out a breath as he eases a little, fingers light as they move slowly. There’s a nod. “People we can trust to do what they’re doing, at least. Some know what they need to know and not much else.” Leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, she lingers there for a moment before, “It was a good deal for both sides. There’s things we can pass on to reduce the risks on the ground.” A pause. “Should I go on?”

"'Need' is such an interpretable word," N'rov says wryly; if he's been one of those same people, he doesn't seem to consider himself circumvented. "'Risks on the ground' sounds suitably ominous. Yes, go on." Despite his words, no cloud moves over the sun; it remains a sunny, shiny day. A shipfish even leaps dramatically in the distance, and if it's because Vhaeryth's chasing it, he's ducked quickly beneath the waves again.

Careful, “Sometimes, it’s better not to know what’s going where and why. Or why we need what information.” Shani shrugs a little, as if all of that is really nothing to worry about. Nor are ‘risks on the ground’, by her tone. With a smirk, “Who wants to get caught at the wrong time?” Or get caught period. The chasing might be the reason Iesaryth stirs on the sand, though she hasn’t yet lifted her head. Her rider: “I don’t know that there’s much more to it.”

"Deniability." N'rov, intimately familiar with that word, causes that summary to stand in a long moment of silence. He regards what he can see of her expression, then, and chooses the opposite of circumlocution. "What I want to know is what risks you, Aishani Vijay, are taking. I don't think you could ever be nondescript. Not as a sweaty candidate coming empty-handed off those Sands, and certainly not now."

“I tend to prefer letting you have that, if possible,” Shani murmurs, somewhat apologetically. She’s as composed as usual, though faintly concerned; a frown that deepens when he looks toward her and she turns to meet his gaze. There’s a faint smile for his last, one that only fades into seriousness to give the matter at hand weight. “I don’t have to be. I don’t take many meetings. I don’t do much directly. If it all comes undone, then…” She shrugs a bit helplessly. “Then, I don’t know what will happen. I’ve worked to build alliances and they all haven’t worked out perfectly, but there’s always options.” Wryly, ”I’m risking being what everyone thinks I am, my father’s daughter.”

"'Believability' might be a different story," N'rov says, wry in his own turn. "While it amuses me to play your empty-headed lackey from time to time, we both know how durable it isn't over the long term. As for alliances," he stops, less distracted than focusing elsewhere. "Forget all those people thinking whatever they think, Shani. Tell me a way, three ways if you can, you're proud to be like him right now. Shells, your mother too; I don't even have rumor about her."

With a wrinkle of her nose, “Why is it so hard to believe that I could hide something from you? I did it for long enough.” Aishani’s offended that her skill or resolve are underestimated, apparently. N’rov’s request has her arching fine brows, obviously curious for the reason, but content to go along with him for now. “I’ve always been proud to be who I am. I have my father’s determination and my mother’s head for numbers and costs, and I could go on, I will go on if you want, but why do you ask?”

"You were hiding a lot, but not who you really were," N'rov says, his baritone rich and warm and affectionate, which of course means that then he has to clear his throat. Luckily, there's no one else here to see him doting in quite this way, or her permitting it. "I suppose I'm asking because you bring him up with what they say about him, and I wanted to hear what ''you'd'' say. That got me thinking about your mother, because I figure she had to be important for you too." If less notorious.

“Even hid that for awhile,” Aishani murmurs, though in the the grand scheme of things, it’s not actually that long. And she’ll allow it, while there’s no one around to see how easily she curls into that comfort, her sigh soft. Brushing dark curls from darker eyes, she notes, “I only bring up what they say about him because it’s what they say about me now, what they were going to anyway. I’m just not getting caught.” Says her. She’s quiet for a moment before smiling faintly. “My mother was also an excellent salesman. She never taught me to cook because she wasn’t all that good at it either.”

"If you say so," says N'rov, indulgent before his voice drops into seriousness. "Keep it up with the not getting caught. I hope you won't risk more than you have to. No... frying pans exploding in your face, or ovens either. Do you think anyone ever tried to teach her?" Not quite as serious, that.

“More than I have to. Isn’t ‘’that’’ in the eye of the beholder. I won’t push it at least, and you know I can take care of myself if I need to. I just thought I ought not to hide it from you, and I doubt any of my cousins would think to. I’d just rather you stay out of it.” Shani’s nose wrinkles again. “I won’t have it said I led you astray. More astray. My aunt tried to teach her, tried to teach me too. Nothing exploded, just burned. Good thing I can just have people ‘’bring’’ me food, yes?”

'More astray,' right then N'rov smirks. "Give me some credit for going astray of my own accord, in one direction or another." Yet again, though, there's that drift back into seriousness after he's assured, "Incredibly good, since you haven't developed a taste for things charred." He smooths one of those curls out of her eyes for her. "So what specifically do you think you shouldn't be hiding from me, this time?"

With her own smirk, “Don’t worry. I give you credit, and if I don’t, I’m sure your Weyrleaders will be happy to.” At least ‘’there’s’’ two people who wouldn’t think anything N’rov did was Aishani’s fault. She closes her eyes as his fingers push back those errant curls, tilting her chin up to catch them to kiss the tips. “Mm. Not as much, no. And I suppose I thought I shouldn’t be hiding my business from you. Enough that I don’t need to tell you not to ask about it.” Or likely, so if something happens, he’ll know who to ask about it.

"Don't forget the Weyrsecond," N'rov says cheerfully. "He'd pile on so much, not even N'muir would recognize me." He taps his fingers on her lower lip, then lets them rest there, evidently unworried about whether he might tempt her to bite. "Keep going. What, did you think I'd turn you in? Or that they'll go after me with hot iron where I really wouldn't like it?"

“Ah, yes. Can’t forget him. Between the three, I’m not sure what would be left of you.” Shani doesn’t bite quite yet, but she does give those fingers another kiss as she considers N’rov, his questions, the skies above his head, still blue and bright. With a look, “How can you ask that, did I think you’d turn me in. No, I just thought… it was a good idea to let you know. In case there’s ever a reason it matters.”

"My teeth, maybe. A bone or two to send back to you." N'rov flexes his fingers as though deciding ''which''. "All right. It shouldn't ever matter, and if we can't reach each other than something really, really bad has gone down," his free arm tightens reflexively around her here, "but if it ''does'' come to that. Who would know? Your Jo?"

Shifting onto her side, pillowing her head on her bent arm, “I don’t know if the bone or the teeth is better.” Aishani stretches out a long leg, languidly hooking it over his, sliding around him. Nodding, “There shouldn’t be any point Iesaryth doesn’t know. But if she’s confused or can’t sort it out… Jo. My family. But it won’t matter.” She’s firm on that before leaning in for a brief kiss, admitting, “I don’t like to hide things like that from you either. What I’m ‘’doing’’.”

Not that N'rov isn't distracted by that leg of hers, but, "At least you can have the bone carved into something. A spoon, maybe. Or a hairclip? A hilt for a knife? Teeth only make a necklace, or maybe earrings." He kisses the nearest ear in question. "Good. Anything else you want to confess, or are we done?" The aforementioned teeth close over that same lobe.

“I like your teeth - and the rest of you - right where it all is.” Literally, probably, by the way Shani sighs and slides in close. Closer. “Are we done?” she echoes, arching fine brows, amused. “Are we going somewhere? Are we on a schedule?” Though her tone is light, and the fingers of her free hand have found their way into what little hair he does have.

"Yes. A very rigid schedule." N'rov adds a dramatic pause somewhere in there. "First we see the local Lord for brunch," despite its being hours late for that, "and then the Masterweaver for your fitting," if Grumaien specializes far more in politics and even tapestries than fashionable women's wear, they can make do, "and ''then'' something else similarly exciting... or we can just stay here."

“I do have a fitting,” Shani notes - isn’t that a shock - “But I think brunch is a forgone conclusion. Not today, by the way. The fitting.” Her fingers drift from his hair, down his neck to his collar, just beneath it. “If it’s up to me, I’d rather just stay here while we have an excuse. Also, I don’t know that Iesaryth is moving anytime soon.” The queen is again dozing, her earlier brief attempt at consciousness past.

He starts to sit further up at her first reference, then relaxes with a quiet huff of a laugh. "Of course you do. Of course she isn't." N'rov's glance towards her sleepy queen is warm with affection. Just watch, Vhaeryth will keep swimming for now and nap ''later''. "Then we'll stay here. Up for going for a walk? See what the sea's thrown back to the shore," before it takes it back again.

Tone both wounded and warning, though not at all serious, “Don’t mock me. Or her. Maybe we won’t come back till you go home and then where will you be?” Not that N’rov’s there much longer, but. Of course, Aishani can’t help but ask, since they’re on the subject, “When do you go back?” To her credit, she hasn’t asked that much. The idea of a walk has her looking down the beach, slowly unwinding herself from around him. “Mmm. Find me something pretty.”

"Sitting on the beach in the sunshine and drinking," N'rov promptly tells her, "until it gets too hot and then sitting in the shade." For the moment, he waits for her to get up rather than hurrying her up. "I'll go for as pretty as the beach will give me. Plan was, I was supposed to go back sometime soon... but that was before the fire. Now Fort's kitchens still aren't up to speed and there's hardly any food and people are starving," which might be his own exaggeration but also might be what his wingmates tell people when they come here to mooch.

“But without anyone to pretend you’re funny or otherwise stroke your ‘’ego’’.” Shani doesn’t quite pause enough to make that an entendre, but it’s a near thing. Smirking, she first sits up to run her hands through tousled curls, then pushes to her feet. She’d abandoned her shoes sometime ago, and doesn’t look for them now. Arching brows, “Starving? Or is it more or less bad like it was when all those ungrateful fucking Holders decided I wasn’t worth tithing to?” Because it really all had to do with her personally. “If things are all that bad, you can always stay with me. We ‘’just’’ have a whole other wing to feed, what’s one more person?”

"I do like my ego being stroked," N'rov will affably admit. "That's the sort of thing you're much, ''much'' better at doing than, say... E'dre." He grins at her as he gets up, then moves seamlessly into stretching out his hamstrings one at a time. It saves her from getting a sideways look until he's switched legs. His voice dry now, "Not like you're taking it personally or anything, all this time later. So what's ''really'' up with this other wing? We heard rumors," but he's counting on Aishani to have the real dirt.

As dry as he is, “What a surprise.” It could go for both what N’rov likes and Shani’s good at, by her tone. Her expression souring - though she’ll soften it into something closer to a pout for him, here - “Why shouldn’t I? No one’s kicked up a fuss now that I’m gone, no one at the Weyr is doing anything stupid… I can’t see that as entirely coincidental.” She shakes her head, arms folding loosely as she digs toes into the sand. “None of them look happy and they’re from Monaco, so reason would seem to dictate that if it’s a decision they made, it was forced. The new Weyrleader is the father of Iolene’s murderer, and I know that he and R’hin… have issues.”

She's too far away; he can't actually take his life into his hands by reaching over to wobble that lower lip of hers with his thumb, though for a moment N'rov's eyeing her pout like he's thinking about it. "Maybe they're tired of doing stupid things. Maybe they're bored by stupid things. Maybe they got smart," and here he smirks, "or they know that it's not you so they don't have to be worried about finding themselves under your thumb before they could blink twice. Shells, maybe it's the wrong time of the... season." Though, "I don't know much about the man beyond what you've said of him, but that doesn't make him out to be all placid and amiable and friendly," so maybe issues are par for the course.

There’s a narrowed ‘don’t even’ look for what he might be considering, but Shani can’t quite manage to get to annoyed while eyeing him. “Maybe,” she can concede, eventually, “But it’s irritating.” Starting down the beach, she comes close enough to lean a shoulder into N’rov’s briefly, arms still folded as she walks. “It’s true, I can’t say I know of any particular allies the man had, though he must have some. I think I’m going to go talk to Oriane. See what I can find out and try to have a Weyrwoman other than Hattie that can stand me.” Though she sounds grateful for Hattie, at least.

N'rov keeps his stride easy to match out of habit, though it's not as though she's wearing heels on the beach. "Good." He walks further, gaze distant until he looks back at her. "You said once that his father screwed him up." M'kris, I'kris. "That doesn't sound like the sort of man where she'd rest easy, though I suppose it's possible he'd be better around her." His meal ticket, after all.

Shani’s not her usual purposeful self, not while they’re just asking down the sand with no plans to hurry her stride. “You think it’s a good idea? Or you just want to know what I find out?” She’s watching him and that distant look curiously, but just nods at the question. “Yes. But it’s difficult to tell, with her. She could have blamed him for what I’kris did, but she closed ranks. I’m not sure if that’s due to a relationship, or just maintaining a united front. An image of stability, that’s important to her, I think.”

"The first one is what I ''meant'', but," N'rov tips her an invisible hat, "definitely also the second." With that, he's back to watching where he's going, slowing when they near a promising-looking bit of iridescence... that just turns out to be a broken piece of whitish shell and some slime. At least they don't step in it? "People do like to believe in images," he says wryly. "How are you with your wingleaders, these days?"

With a wicked smile, “I’ll trade you for anything interesting.” Aishani is glad to avoid the slime even if it means there’s nothing nice for her. With a wrinkle of her nose - gross - she sighs. “They do. It makes things simple. People like things to be easy, not complex.” She toes at a rock buried in the sand, but it isn’t anything special. “Fine. There’s certainly some that are more inclined to like me than others - though I haven’t been making a particular effort to make any of them change their minds, either. Why?”

"Interesting to you or interesting to me?" N'rov asks with a cocked brow to go with his smirk. "No, never mind. Just remember I drive a hard bargain." But a few steps later, he finds a more promising rock and draws a circle around it with ''his'' toe, no charge. "It seems like the other weyrwomen are external support, but until you get out of there, why not add more internal."

Innocently, “Isn’t anything interesting to me interesting to you? Do you not care about my interests?” Shani’s expression is totally serious, but her dark eyes are bright. Suddenly flashing a grin, “And I’ll hold you to that.” Glancing between N’rov and the rock before she’ll bend to unearth it with her fingers, tips of her curls getting wet in the sand, “You think I should stop hating everyone and being miserable.”

"Never. That's why I always talk about me and only me," N'rov says affably. "The way it should be. While you listen adoringly on bended knee. See?" Now that he's done rhyming, and in fact has moved his toes so they aren't quite so crushable a target should she get happy with the rock, "It's a crazy thought, I know."

Shani has to give a snort, though she is crouched low now to dig in the sand, flipping dark locks back to look up at him. “I obviously missed that last time that happened,” she says dryly, though she examines the rock and offers it up to him with sandy fingers for inspection before straightening; it’s smooth and round, but has little else to recommend it. After watching him for a moment, she admits, “I want too many things. And I don’t know how not to be angry.”

N'rov shrugs, ''sympathetic'' for what must be her tragic memory loss, before bending to look at the rock; it is however her hand that he reaches for, sand and all. As they continue along the shore, "Does it feel like you'd be letting him down, if you focused on other things?"

She’ll let the rock go, but not his hand, twining long fingers through his. “I don’t know,” she says, with a sidelong glance his way. “Maybe. I don’t know what else to focus on. How to be…” She trails off, can’t find the word, so just shrugs. ’Normal’. Lifting joined hands, she brushes a kiss to the back of his, lips lingering there before, “If I’ve been miserable to you, I apologize.”

Though N'rov tightens his hand about hers for a moment in response, he otherwise shrugs that last away, focusing on what she'd said earlier. "What does your family think? Would any of your aunties give you advice," and he glances sideways at her, mouth curling, "that you actually think is worth listening to? Or," this requires even more thought, but at least it leads them further down the beach. Finally, "Shells," with a smirk for the decent shell they haven't found yet. "Give yourself a challenge one day, take ten people you run into and find something to like about each of them and tell me later what it is. I ''dare'' you."

Only a little defensively, “I like my aunts. They raised me, as much as I could be raised, I suppose.” Shani is a bit shifty at his sideways look though, admitting slowly, “I did not, have not always listened, though. It’s possible that I’ve… not wanted to bother them. I got used to not bothering them. Or feeling like asking them advice would be bothering them. My problems have seemed— less important.” Matching his smirk with one of her own, “Ten people. Let’s not get carried away here. I don’t know if I deign to speak to ten people in a day.” Lies.

"Of course you haven't," N'rov says indulgently; he might even be disappointed were it otherwise. Still, "They might appreciate being asked, after all this time. Consider giving it a try? Since you aren't up for my dare," this with a meaningful look since (for their mutual entertainment) he's taking her lies at face value.

Aishani gives him a look of her own, though it’s without much of an edge, lips quirking. “You don’t sound surprised, for some reason. And I suppose they might at that. I didn’t say I wasn’t ‘’up’’ for it either.” She swings their hands between them as they walk, considering her logic. “It’s just an awful lot of people to find something to like in. Then I might start going around liking people generally, and where would we be.”

"You don't sound surprised that I don't sound surprised," says N'rov with no further surprise of his own, just another curling smile as they swing their way along. Not only that, after a glance over his shoulder back at their footprints, "I'd like to think we'd be walking along a beach. Maybe even this one."

Lightly, “I suppose you might know me a little. I hope I’m not all that predictable.” What she does next might be though, with the way she looks at him after that smile; she uses the momentum of her backswing to pull him in toward her for a long kiss, pausing in those footprints. “Find me something pretty and I’ll thank you for it before I go.” Because she does have to go, sooner than later, as reluctant as she may be.

"Now that's incentive." N'rov suits actions to words, casting his girl a quick grin before returning her hand to her and loping down the beach to pillage a tide pool. Not the first one, not even the third one, but eventually he'll find the right treasure to bring back; it might even be before the tide comes in. (For his next trick, no doubt he'll take her for a ride on one of those immense Southern felines. Bareback.)

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2014-06-18T01:08:34Z

Brieli:

Early in Turn 32, [[Aishani]] and [[Jo]] began the work to broker a deal between the bluerider's Greenfields Hold bosses and the goldrider's Vijay trader relatives. The purpose: to allow for an expansion of the Hold's less legitimate operations while giving the Vijays an opportunity to regain some of their former status, as well as giving both a connection to High Reaches Weyr. Though the pair have started their effort with care and some caution, both have big plans for the operation... as long as the Leadership or Lord Holders don't get wind of it.

For recent background, also see [[Criminal_Activity]] and [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays].

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Category:Re-Return of the Vijays Logs

2014-06-18T00:55:49Z

Brieli:

In Turn 16, High Reaches Weyr made a deal with the Vijay family of traders that went south, due to their use of the Weyr to move stolen goods. In Turn 19, under new and unstable leadership, High Reaches faced a series of raids on their tithes that turned out to be the Vijays again. In an attempt to make a show of strength, their leader, Rajiv, was executed for the crime, while many of the men and women involved in criminal pursuits were sent to the mines at Crom.

Unbeknownst to them, in what was left of the Vijay caravan, a nine-turn-old [[Aishani]], daughter of Rajiv and Zahra, swore revenge on the people that had killed her father and destroyed her home.

In Turn 28, '[[Brieli]]', a seamstress from Crom, arrived at the Weyr, just months after her eighteenth turnday. She became good friends with [[Iolene]], who became Weyrwoman after [[Tiriana]]'s ouster, and [[Azaylia]], who eventually Impressed to gold Hraedhyth. She was sent to Monaco Weyr in a group of High Reaches girls to stand for the gold egg there, to be transferred back to the northern Weyr post-impression at the end of Turn 28, and Impressed to gold Iesaryth.

After [[Iolene]]'s death, and sharing leadership duties with [[Azaylia]] for several months, '[[Brieli]]' left the Weyr, reportedly for her health, when it seemed like Hraedhyth was soon to rise. In Month 11, Turn 30, both queens rose at once, on opposite ends of the continent, and were caught by brownriders -- though it seemed '[[Brieli]]' had tried her best to fix the flight for Fort's Vhaeryth, her lover's dragon. Despite initial uncertainty and the fact that Szadath had caught ''Hraedhyth'', '[[Brieli]]' named ''herself'' Acting Weyrwoman, and [[Taikrin]] Acting Weyrleader early in Turn 31. There had always been talk that she wasn't entirely trustworthy - would her grab for power, and her attempt to fix Iesaryth's flight finally convince people?

There was no need for convincing in the spring of Turn 31, at the hatching feast for the dual clutch, where '[[Brieli]]' announced that she was not '[[Brieli]]' at all, but [[Aishani]] Vijay, daughter of Rajiv, and that High Reaches was her home. If she'd wanted vengeance on the Weyr, that might have been the time to exact it, but she did little else than try to keep things running at a turbulent time. Whatever her reasons for stepping up, they're as mysterious as her reasons for stepping down by hanging her knot in the living cavern and refusing all duties, mere months before Hraedhyth rose to make Azaylia Senior Weyrwoman, ending the uncertainty of the past turns.

What comes next? Only [[Aishani]] -- and presumably, Iesaryth -- know.

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2014-06-18T00:51:11Z

Brieli:

Also see [[Criminal_Activity]] and [http://hrweyr.net/Category:Re-Return_of_the_Vijays_Logs Re-Return of the Vijays].

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Logs:Wiggle Room

2014-06-18T00:47:19Z

Brieli:

{{ Log
| who = Aishani, Jo
| where = Jo's weyr, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Jo gets a visitor! She regales Shani of her risky pirate adventure; Shani regales her of possible future plans since her stepping down.
| when = Day 21, Month 1, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.06.23
| quote = "My duties are precisely what I want them to be."
| weather = Rumbles and flashes of lightning intersperse between the periodic fall of snow throughout the day. There is humidity in the otherwise cold air.
| categories = Divided Leadership
| mentions = Azaylia, Iolene, K'del, Taikrin, Z'ian
| ooc =
| icons = aishani what.png, jo criminal.jpg
| log = 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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Logs:Having Priorities

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| who = Aishani, Jo
| where = Southern Boll Docks, South Boll
| what = A blue convict rider and a goldrider in disguise do some shopping in a black market down south. Topics involving the past, present and future are covered.
| when = Day 10, Month 3, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.07.08
| quote = "It's just that truth and justice have no place near what I'm proposing."
| weather =
| categories = Divided Leadership
| mentions = Z'ian, Telavi, Sabella, Alida, K'zin, K'del, Azaylia, Sisha, Iolene, Seani, Devaki, Jyani
| ooc =
| icons = aishani gold.png, jo criminal.jpg
| log = Arranging time for certain activities can take time when it requires the presence of multiple busy parties, but eventually there's a night where there's nowhere else that either bluerider or goldrider are expected to be, so arrangements are made to meet somewhere ''near'' the docks; near enough to walk, but far enough that the dragons won't be immediately obvious when the pair of women turn up to do business. Iesaryth is content enough to doze behind a convenient hill while Aishani waits beneath a tree, wearing baggy men's-type clothes, a slouch, and her weird dreadlocks hat. The evening isn't too warm yet this time of turn, the breeze soft.

It's a place that Tacuseth and Jo was familiar enough with, so the blue is smooth in his descent from Between. Since it's Southern Boll, it's warm enough that Jo's actually ''not'' in her black leathers. She has on one of her usual tank tops, bearing her scarred up arms and shoulders, and pants that cut off at the knees. Her wicked knives can be seen strapped at her sides as she walks, approaching the disguised goldrider and pausing before her as she gives said disguise a once-over. "We're gonna need to invest ya in some better headgear," she notes in greeting, busy replacing her riding gloves for ones that cut off at the knuckles. Looking around, "Ya been here before?" she asks now, watching her blue meander behind the hill where Iesaryth has settled.

Touching the wooly lengths attached to the hat, which she's tied back, Aishani wrinkles her nose. "It's good enough in the dark to make it not look like me, yes? Though I don't know if I can manage an accent without losing what I have at this point." The goldrider only has one knife visible at her belt, beneath her baggy shirt, but that doesn't mean there aren't more concealed on her person. Glancing off in the direction they've got to walk in, she shakes her head. "Not around the docks much, in the bar, such as it is. It's difficult for me to poke around." A quirk of her lips as she glances back to Jo. "Have you?"

Chuckling, "I can get ya somethin' better," Jo offers certainly. Jo can ''always'' get something better, right? She nods to the answer given on the market, then returns it with, "A couple of times. Had to chase down a target in here one of those times and ended up pushin' him off the dock. Had to get him back out, too. It's not a bad place." Yeah, right. "Come on." She starts off walking with her, giving off the casual gait of one that has all the time in the world today. Her gait is much less predatory than it usually is, the woman altering her demeanor the closer they get to their destination. Along the way, as if they were going to a picnic, "How's it hangin' in yer neck of the woods?" she asks, her steps easy as she watches any of those walking by up ahead.

Grudgingly, "Fair enough." Apparently Aishani has some strange attachment to her hat, despite the manginess of the thing. It ''does'' make her look far less like the well-groomed weyrwoman she's more recognizable as; so does the slouch she's managed to fall into as they walk along. "If not bad means we can find a few of the necessary staples at a decent price, then I'll be satisfied. There's little else I need." Sliding hands into the pockets of her pants, she shrugs Jo's way, pursing lips. "All right. I'm managing, but I think I need a project. Closer to home." A sidelong glance. "Something you might be interested in."

Jo eyes Aishani for the grudging tone she hears on the first before she's laughing to herself and moving on. "'Not bad' for me usually means ya'll at least leave the place still walkin'," she points out far too jauntily. It's probably apparent that she loves her off-beat, violent places. "Whatcha lookin' for?" They get past the entrance into the main portion of the market, all sorts of types that don't like being looked at too closely in the eye wandering about them from one shoddy stall to the other. The market - a ''black'' market, if one needed to be honest - was bustling enough that one can slip in and out without anyone noticing too much. Jo guides Aishani down between the stalls slowly, looking at the wares before she answers, "A project." Dark gaze finds Aishani's before she says, "Ya ''know'' I'm open. Whatever it is. Whatcha got in mind?"

There's a faint smirk for the bluerider's description of the place, but Aishani doesn't look too concerned as they pass into the market; though she does allow quietly to Jo, "There's a what, but there's a who. Or a where, perhaps. I've heard I'm to look for a red-striped awning. I don't think they'll have all of what we're after here this evening." A pause. "I don't know what we can ''afford'', to be honest." Her attention on the stalls as if there's nothing specific she's looking for, she tells the other woman, "This arrangement your wing had with the Hold had me thinking... there must be people like your employers that could use couriers. Transport. Other things that might make enterprising riders some marks, were they people we trusted. Less a... brokerage fee, of course." Of course.

There's a stall of a greasy-looking vendor selling knives, curved with a sharp barb that has Jo slowing down to study the wares as she listens. "Red-striped," she echoes, looking to the goldrider for confirmation. "''Here'', huh? Well, the wares ''do'' change almost by the night. I guess they need to with the nature of this place." She falls silent as Aishani speaks on the project, her eyes on the roam before she answers. "An arrangement I wish I knew the full details about," she states wryly, looking at her sidelong. "Still. There are people like my employers out there, looking for a few good, discrete, ''loyal'' riders. Transport. The prices seem fair enough to me, dependin'. Lookin' to be a courier yerself, or is this somethin' yer lookin' to start up at the Weyr? Beyond the eyes of our new actin' Weyrleaders, of course," she tacks on, a touch wry.

"I'd imagine people come and go when they feel the need," Aishani murmurs, looking over the same way Jo does, gaze curious. "Thinking of adding to the collection?" she asks, with a nod to the knives before flashing a grin. Wry as well, "You and me both. I felt that the Weyr should be getting a cut. In our case..." She shrugs, unconcerned with that right ''now'' at least. As they continue along, "I'd like to do more arranging than anything. I'd trust the two of us to keep the employers quiet; we could give the people we work with the details they need to know, more if they prove useful. I know you found more than a few bright young things in this graduating class. There's a couple of riders that'd be likely. It could make us some money... and keep you closer to home now and then, if there were people to delegate to, yes?"

"Decidin' if it's even worth hagglin' him," Jo answers, jerking her head back towards the stall they didn't stop for. "They're too ''showy'', though, for what I use them for." Aishani likely knows what she ''does'' use her knives for, since there's no explanation. As they walk, the bluerider keeping her gaze on a group of burly men haggling a shopkeeper over a pair of swords, "I work for more than one," she admits after a moment, since the weyrwoman is talking about employers. "His name's Kimren. Works out of Crom and has a trackin' business. He's the one that's been feedin' me where Deetan is." Looking at her now, "Ya been meetin' with the weyrlins', right?" she asks with an arched brow. "Any ya think would be amendable? Yer opinion," for she certainly has some names herself. It's the last though that has the convict rider drawing smirk to her lips before she looks away and resumes checking out the stalls they walk past, stating, "I believe Z'ian did the same in keepin' me Weyrside more. I suppose so. Will have to keep eyes towards those that pay me beyond, but, yes," she looks over at Aishani again. "I can be agreeable to that." She's interested.

"I suppose some people think the look is enough to scare people off? There might be some purpose to the make of them, but..." Aishani's likewise doubtful. She arches brows Jo's way for the information, with interest. "I'm not surprised," she allows. "That you'd keep yourself busy. If he's work that he might need riders for..." There's a little shrug. Her attention passes the haggling men to a stripey-type awning just beyond, and she nods that way, but her steps don't quicken. "I've met some. The lot you picked up seems bright enough. I like Telavi, and Sabella... doesn't like me, but that's not necessary for business." With a quirk of her lips for the bluerider, "Those that pay you beyond could only benefit from an organization within the Weyr seeing to their needs, rather than just a person or people. I can recruit caverns workers easily enough as well."

Chuckling, "Yeah," Jo remarks on the first, shaking her head as she pushes past a couple of rough-looking women. She looks about to add more to that, but instead, she continues on, speaking about one of her employers. "He always needs riders," she says on Kimren. "It might not be the sort of work for most, though. Talkin' heavy-duty type of transportin', though that don' come all that often. Been runnin' for him for turns, so, he's pretty solid." Dark eyes skirt over some grubby looking children towards where the goldrider nods - the striped awning has her gaze fastened, but only for a moment. Her steps don't quicken either. Hands slipping into pockets as they meander in that direction, "Anyway," she continues on. "He's always lookin' for new business, even though I hardly bring him any. Telavi, Sabs..." she cuts to the next subject smoothly, seeming to consider the names. "Sybile, Canie." There's a pause before she puts in, "K'zin has potential." It's said matter-of-factly. "Don' worry about Sabs," she says off-handedly now. "I keep her under my wing." The last has her falling silent once more, the woman nodding once before saying, "Kimren could appreciate. Perhaps the others, too. More than ya know. Once they meet ya...whenever that will be." Even ''she'' hasn't heard back from them yet. "There's some cavern workers I know, too," she goes on to say. "Seek out a man named Dov. He was in my candidate class and hasn't left the Weyr. Many of those I talk to look to him."

"We'll see." About what sort of work it might be for whom. As for the names, Aishani seems to agree, silent until that last. With a wrinkle of her nose, "He's an idiot and obsessed with ''truth''. Hardly the sort to trust with lies. I'm surprised you'd even think that." She has to give Jo a bemused look, fine brows arched, as if there's something she's missed about the bluerider... until she seems to make a leap of logic-- and smirks. Even so, "I won't worry about anyone you say you've go handled. But let's keep it to the girls for now. At least we know they usually know how to keep a secret. And I'll do that." There's not much more to say as they get to the stall with the striped awning. There's a grizzled woman manning it, keeping an eye on the meager sacks of flour, beans and meal for sale.

"He came to me," Jo admits on the bronze weyrling, studying Aishani's face side long. "Apparently he's had some sort of fall down with his dragon until things got patched up. He seems to be wantin' to see things...differently." That look going Aishani's way is significant, letting that linger before she continues. "His bronze has our way of thinkin', from what Tac tells me," she goes on to say as they walk. "He thinks I can sway him further. I'm hesitant," she admits quietly. "He's...''clean'', but so was I, once. His need to find the truth on a murder ''does'' make me suspicious, I'll admit. In ''this'' life that he wants to learn so much about, ya don' ask questions if someone disappears. Even when yer the one makin' someone disappear." Snickering now as she looks away, "Maybe not K'zin. I'm curious how far he's willin' to go. I'll see how much he can take before he scares. I agree on keepin' it to the girls, but I remain certain that his Rasavyth has potential. It remains to be seen if Rasavyth's rider does, too." Now they're at the stall, and her focus turns on the grizzled woman and her meager wares. She shucks a nod her way but remains silent, letting Aishani do the talking.

Quietly, "Ahh... I think I know what that might be about. He asked me about Iolene and Ysavaeth, and didn't much like the answers. Perhaps the dragon is the grand-dam's, but from knowing Io... it doesn't mean the rider will be at all similarly inclined." Perhaps that's why Aishani's expression is somewhat skeptical, her intimate knowledge of that situation and the cleanup required. "Who ''wants'' a life in the dirt? He's obviously seeing some glamour in you or the life that there ''isn't'', or he's his dragon's creature by now. Neither of which I'd be surprised by. Though." She pauses to admit, "Iesaryth likes Rasavyth. It's just that truth and justice have no place near what I'm proposing." Once the woman's done waving off a pokey shopper, she fixes both riders with a shrewd glare. "What do you want?" Shani, ever efficient, produces a list. "In order of priority," the dark woman tells the bean-vendor.

Jo looks fully at Aishani now as she explains, realization dawning on her. Blinking, "There's no tellin' why dragons pick the way they do," she muses on that subject briefly. On the life, "He wants to see the other side of this world," she states far too lightly. "I think he wants to see what his dragon sees. He's not use to that way of thinkin'. Of bein' willin' to manipulate others to get what ya want. That murder is commonplace in this way of life. ''I'm'' interested in seein' if he'll no longer want to hunt for Seani's killer, if he gets this glimpse he wants. I ''do'' have a glamorous life, though," and she provides a cheeky smile for the weyrwoman, all resplendent in sarcasm for those others. "I'm sure they ''all'' think so back there, or think that I'm some skirt-chasin' man-eater. It's better they do than see that my hands are covered in blood. I don' want them lookin' in on ''my'' extracurricular activities, in other words." She doesn't need such pretenses with Aishani, evidently, to speak so boldly. "But I'm interested to see where this goes. Ya know me," and there's a brief flash of a dark grin. "I'm more than happy to introduce anyone to a life of the corrupt if they want it ''so'' badly." Jo then regards the woman as a list is passed over before she starts flicking a glance about them at any that happen to pay them more than a second glance. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be posing as Aishani's bodyguard, one hand having been placed too casually on one of her sheathed knives.

While the woman looks over the list, Aishani leaves it at: "I get the idea that the one most ''accused'' in that death is least interested in any discussion about it, and we hardly need to cause more issues in that direction." There's a pause, then, grouchily, "You should at least get something out of it. If ''K'del'' says he has a big mouth..." Her look for Jo is significant -- and drawn away by the vendor-woman's harsh laugh at the list. Waving it Shani's way, "Even if I had all this, you're looking at more than the likes of you can afford. Full marks worth!" The faux-dreadlocked goldrider gives the woman behind the counter a withering look before, "Just write down what you want for all of it; we'll go from there." They begin to confer over the list, but it becomes clear that what's being haggled over is staple foodstuffs -- many of which are running low in stores.

"Hm," Jo huffs quietly, hearing what she does from K'del. "I agree on the accused. I tried to dissuade him from bone diggin', but he seems determined. I'm all for findin' answers, so long as those answers stay covered. Those with big mouths don' live very long in our sort of life, otherwise," she notes darkly in a murmur, shaking her head. "If he's as foolish as K'del says in that direction, he better hope Rasavyth cares more for his own hide than K'zin is doin'." When the shopkeeper laughs at the list, the look Jo gives her could singe hair. She continues to study the wares and the list when she can glimpse it, looking from one woman to the other and taking in the haggling. She doesn't interrupt, of course. A passing man eyes the pair of them as he meanders along, and now ''he'' has that gaze enough to get him to turn away.

The bodyguard on duty is quite enough to keep most people moving on, and even the grizzled woman will take a moment to eye Jo suspiciously. But she hasn't gotten to where she is in life (ha!) by worrying overmuch about threats when she's doing business, so she and Aishani continue to trade a pencil back and forth, crossing out items, adding them in, subtotaling, pricing. The darker woman is oddly ''animated'' for all this, dark eyes bright despite her all-too-sober demeanor -- she loves to make a deal, and the grizzled old woman seems to get a kick out of it too, which might account for the length of the transaction. Eventually, they have something; the old woman grunts and nods. "Three days. Let me give you the location." She ducks in behind the stall's curtain, and Shani can finally tell Jo, "That's what they're for, I suppose. Looking out for us when we're not bright enough to." If she's giving the bluerider a pointed look, it's at least fondly pointed.

Despite all the back and forth of the sale, Jo remains as vigilant as her dragon usually is. When she's not looking over what's being scratched out or written in, she's looking out at the passing crowd, watching the pickpocketers dart in and out among the unsuspecting. It's only once the woman goes behind her curtain that she turns to regard the goldrider, and the words given on their paused conversation getting a wry, "Mine is, for sure. The number of times Tac's pulled me outta a jam back before I graduated. He's untried, but, that don' mean he can' change. Rasavyth's rather ambitious for a weyrlin', and I want to think he had chosen K'zin on those sands for a reason that most can' see. Still," and she gives and shrug, watching stall curtain where the woman had gone. "There's Alida," another female, not having forgotten her. "Though, with her guard background, I dunno if she'd be willin' to ''lean'' that way. She's another one with potential that's uncertain. Those supplies all for the Weyr?" It's smooth how she tacks in that question, right behind candidate suggestions.

Wryly, "Sometimes, we never see. But it's possible. And I'd thought of Alida, but her background concerned me as well. I'm not sure if she's inclined toward the sketchy so much as investigating what looks sketchy. Quite helpful with the pirates so far; she might have some questions for you about your adventures in unconsciousness." Aishani glances Jo's way, noting, "It wasn't my tale to tell." As for the supplies, the goldrider doesn't want to meet the bluerider's gaze for that; she eyes the curtain as if she can make the woman return with her stare. "Not if anyone else asks me. But when they turn up in stores in a few days time, I can hardly deny it. Just don't tell anyone." Grizzled vendor-lady does appear finally, waving a piece of hide Shani's way and demanding thirty percent upfront. There's an eyeroll for Jo before she makes the transaction, shielding her mark pouch with her body.

"Is it possible that this class is worse than mine?" Jo remarks in humor upon hearing that Alida may have questions for her about her investigations. "It would be a feat. We hardly rebelled so openly like ''they'' seem determined to do. I think yer right about Alida. Her talents may lie more to investigative work than behind-the-scenes. I think she'd be useful for Glacier, even." As if she'd have a say in it, really. She looks sidelong towards Aishani when she does answer on the items bought at the stall, the hard study evident perhaps even when she's not looking at the convict rider. Then, "It won' be heard from ''my'' lips," she drawls out with incline of her head. "I would wonder if certain folks would even notice the addition, or even look towards yer ledge." Dark eyes cut to the woman once she appears, passing the weyrwoman a hitch of one corner of her mouth as demands are being made in payment.

With a short laugh, post-payoff, "At least you were quiet about it? Sneaky? They do seem particularly... determined, yes. And I can see Glacier working well for Alida, if she wants to continue on her current path." Aishani doesn't really have much more say in it herself, but it doesn't stop anyone else from speculating, so why should it her? Starting away and along the stalls like they're still shopping, she doesn't respond to Jo's study, expression neutral. Nodding once as well, "I appreciate that. I imagine the additions will be noticed, but I am certain no one will seek to blame me for it." Her tone is dry, but not bitter; she adds, "Jyani's quick enough about helping get things in and most people are concerned with what's going ''out''."

Nodding, "Sneaky. Quiet," Jo confirms on that firmly. "We knew where to cause trouble and where not to. Then again, we weren' weyrlins' in a time when politics and chaos in the Weyr were so ''interestin''." She wanders away from the stall with a fleeting nod going to the shopkeeper as they leave, now letting her gaze linger on other stalls of note. "I imagine more talk will be on the new chosen actin' Weyrleader than blamin'," she notes idly as they walk, hands now tucking back into pant pockets. "I find it curious that K'del wasn' named." Beat. "Haven' met this Jyani," she adds a touch wryly. "How's she likin' the Weyr, anyway?"

"Mm. I knew enough to keep my head down until I graduated, myself. But I suppose we had something to lose. Some of this lot... don't seem like they know what it is to lose in the first place." Aishani doesn't seem to necessarily blame them for that, but there's a weariness to her tone; why ''don't'' they get it? Even if she's supposedly not worrying about the issues of the Weyr at large anymore. But then, why would she be buying food if that was the case? And with whose marks? Giving a little unladylike snort, "K'del seems to find it a bit curious as well. And she's around, just... in and out and all over. She likes it, so far. She finds it more interesting." Giving the stalls a cursory glance, "I can't even pretend to be interested in any of this, though. Let's get a drink, see if we can hear anything before heading home. Talk about some leads for future business." More profitable than this, hopefully.

"A lot of us in our class did," Jo readily agrees on that - them having something to lose. "Keepin' our heads down was just better for the lot of us. I few of them in this one knows what it is, and ya likely haven' been hearin' their names associated with trouble these days." Names she's not naming since the weyrwoman was smart enough to figure them out. There's a light snort on K'del, but she's nodding when it comes to Jyani. "Hard to catch. Good girl," she notes with a smirk going Aishani's way. Dark gaze does gives the latest stall a glance that's bordering on boredom before she turns for the direction of another path, gesturing with her chin as she says, "Don' expect any ''good'' drinks, darlin'," almost dryly. "Ya might choke on the ale, but the barkeep's friendly enough. If there's anything worth knowin' about this day, he'll know about it. Come on." Everything sounding good to this bluerider, she starts leading them past the thick of the crowd towards one of the dock shacks dotting the area.

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Logs:Headlines

2014-06-18T00:45:59Z

Brieli:

{{ Log
| who = Aishani
| where = Wagon, Southern Continent
| what = Aishani reflects on her recent decisions and apparent future.
| when = Early Month 5, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.07.26
| quote = They wanna see me pick back up, well, where'd I leave it at?
| weather =
| categories = Re-Return of the Vijays, Divided Leadership, Vignette
| mentions = Madilla, N'rov, Azaylia, Jyani, Jo
| ooc = I'm not a big fan of Drake, but 'Headlines' has always been on Bri/Aishani's playlist as it seemed to reflect her relationship with her family -- as time has gone on, it's fit in other ways, and I was listening to it when it sort of inspired this. The piece that's always worked best for me is: "Yeah, I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind/Then she wanna ask when it got so empty/Tell her I apologize, it happened over time/She says they miss the old Drake, girl don't tempt me/If they don't get it, they'll be over you/That new shit that you got is overdue/You better do what you supposed to do/I'm like "why I gotta be all that", but still I can't deny the fact that it's true." [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cimoNqiulUE Video]] -- [[http://rapgenius.com/Drake-headlines-lyrics Lyrics]]
| icons = aishani b&w.png
| log = Aishani couldn't forget Madilla telling her not to abandon High Reaches. As if High Reaches hadn't abandoned her, more than once. As a child, terrified and hiding from her riders in the cold early morning light; as a young woman, when she'd put aside who and what she was -- everything she'd lived her whole life to achieve -- to lead them when she thought no one else could.

She wished she'd thought to say that at the time. Clever responses seldom came to her so late, and it ''bothered'' her, as did the missed opportunity to inflict guilt on someone else who had been at the Weyr when her family was so mistreated. She wondered if the Healer, with children of her own, had thought of the trader children, or if they'd just been an abstraction at the time. Sometimes, thinking of how concerned everyone was for their own children, their own families, the stores Shani so carefully watched even now, when they'd just ''left'' her to starve on her own… it made her so angry her hands shook, she felt ill, she had to ''leave'', to run somewhere, anywhere else to get it out of her system somehow. More often than not, it was South, like today, to do something mindless and manual with the wagon. She'd throw knives at the tree she and N'rov used for practice if it was worse.

She knew she'd done a good job. She knew she'd been strong where she needed to be. And she knew the only mistake she'd ever made was giving in, giving up, stepping aside when she'd gotten to where she was only by wits, will, and sheer audaciousness. She'd accomplished so much and let it dissolve in a fit of pique -- one that was entirely justified, granted, but still. Aishani would never admit to an error in judgment, never allow to ''anyone'' beyond Iesaryth and N'rov that she ''might'' have done something wrong. Her image was not that of a woman that made missteps. Or that's what she liked to think, at least.

In the end, it seemed that it wouldn't have made that much of a difference, unless she could find some way to ''nudge'' Iesaryth into flight earlier than Hraedhyth… and that was a dead end so far. She could have hung on until the bitter end, but would have there been a point to it? Shani wasn't entirely sure. Legitimacy in leadership would certainly help the Weyr, and continuing on in a less politically obvious position would definitely aid in her projects to raise a bit of capital for herself and the family, but she was equally unsure of her status once everything was settled and Azaylia was firmly in charge. She had to wonder though, what Weyr might accept them as a transfer after everything -- they might be "Reaches' problem" for some time to come.

It was strange to consider that a possible advantage, but she needed time at the very least. Time to coordinate with Jo, to build something that would sustain her family for some time, that would make money for ''her''. She liked having it, liked spending it… and if she was honest with herself, she liked being able to supplement the Weyr as she'd planned. Jyani still argued with her about ''telling'' someone about that, anyone, given what some of the rumors were, but Shani told her the same thing she'd told Jo -- she had no interest in buying anyone's forgiveness or respect. Jyani didn't like that, but there wasn't much she could do without risking being sent home…. though her cousin ''did'' point out that she had no issue buying their family's forgiveness. That got Jyani sent back to the ''caverns''. It also stung.

But it did mean she knew how important it all was, even though Shani herself didn't know why. The people who ''knew'' her knew how important everything she put herself into was, maybe the reasons for that, better than she did. That was all right. Aishani had never needed much in the way of reasons. All she needed was action.

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Logs:Protection

2014-06-18T00:45:32Z

Brieli:

{{ Log
| who = Aishani, Jo
| where = Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
| what = Aishani and Jo make plans to offer aid and 'protection' to the criminal element in the High Reaches Area, for a percentage, of course.
| when = Day 28, Month 6, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.08.11
| quote = To business. Let's hope it's that ''easy''.
| weather =
| categories = Re-Return of the Vijays
| mentions = Z'ian, Sabella, Sybile, Canie, Ienavi, Kaitlyn, M'ron, Taikrin
| ooc =
| icons = aishani in control.png, jo.jpg
| log = Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr

With the rock being a burnished grey, the inner portion of the weyr appears almost cavernous when it's not. Past the heavy deep blue drapery that separates weyr from ledge, the sunken floor looks polished smooth, as if it has been blown like glass. Few cracks marr its surface, giving it a nice contrast to the slightly rocky walls. The backmost wall has niches carved deeply into them, giving way to empty shelves and holders. Whatever's left belongs to the very large map that depicts in sheer detail the whole area and mountains of the High Reaches, including its holds, crafts, and the position of the Weyr. The leftmost wall is riddled with hollowed-out crates turned sideways, giving the impression of a vintner's wall of wine. Very little of the bottles can be seen, giving the area a very desolate feel. A light-weight, deep brown desk takes up space before the large map with a stack of blank hides, writing stylus and a glow basket to top it.

The large white-sheet bed was pushed to the rightmost wall along with some shelving. A rug occupies this portion of the floor, along with a painting depicting a wintry landscape hung up on the wall. At the foot of the bed are three tool hangers sticking out of the wall, currently being used by a worn-looking riding jacket, riding straps, and a riding helmet.
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It's a decently warm summer evening, which usually sees one blue pair nowhere near the Weyr and their weyr this early, but Tacuseth is indeed present. The curtain is tide back to indicate that Jo is home, the faint light of the glows within illuminating a part of the ledge outside of her movement. The scratched up blue dragon is on his usual vigilance, looking hard to the skies as if expecting trouble, likely well in deep communication with his rider.

Iesaryth doesn't reach out with the salt-water wash of her mind, but instead circles past the blue's ledge on her way in from where ever she and her rider have been -- not quite as often out of Weyr as the blue and his, but often enough now that things are 'settled'. When she sees Tacuseth, there's a pleasant rumble that warns of her impending landing, taking another wide arc to give him time to prepare. Aishani gives the blue a lazy salute from atop the gold as they land.

Tacuseth scoots immediately to make room for one large gold - either Iesaryth is always expected or he's just quick to allow anyone to drop in on his riding lady - and so, by the time they land from having giving them time, Jo can be seen in guard-like cargo shorts and a sleeveless tank, leaning up against the entrance from the ledge into her weyr. A welcoming and pleased smile could possibly be seen on her face as they land, with the shadowy touch of her dragon sending the boisterous greet from them both. Her hair and skin looks damp like she had just taken a bath down below, especially since the usually wild hair is currently sticking down flat to her skin. "Hey!"

Iesaryth's gratitude is warm and immediate as always, especially since she knows precisely how much space she takes up, how much Tacuseth might have to ''scoot''. She shifts to allow the vigilant blue his view of the skies, curling her tail tightly around herself as she watches from behind. She too likes to see who goes where and when. As her rider dismounts, she's wielding a flashy-looking bottle in one hand, holding it out for Jo's inspection. "Look what I brought," Aishani lilts. "I thought it might be about time to make some plans. With drinks, obviously."

As the two dragons watch the skies together in content, Jo's face picks up at the sight of a bottle. "Ya know the way into my heart, Shani," she vows, a hand going to her chest as she straightens up. "Well. Ya'n Zach both. Come on in and we'll have a crack at it." And of course, at hearing there's plans to be made as she turns and leads them into the weyr, "Sounds like a party," she drawls, already heading in the direction of glasses. This is to be a somewhat civilized affair, it looks. "I'm down. First'n foremost, though," and there she pauses, turning with two glasses in hand to face the goldrider. "How ya been, since...?" The flight, but she doesn't need to add that. "I was gonna stop by myself and check ya out, but Kimren's been needy pain these days." One of her bosses, which she seems at ease to even mention.

With a faint smirk, "If that's all it takes, it'd be more than him and I, yes?" Aishani still seems amused as she follows Jo inside, telling her, "I was here and there and picked this up from my family, of all people. Business is getting better, which is good for them and for me. Or my peace of mind at the very least." She'll admit that to the bluerider, though as she puts the bottle down on the table, looks at it for a long moment. Oddly, it's easier to answer the question that trails off; she looks up and offers a flash of a grin. "It's not my problem, and we'll see if it goes any better for them that it did for me," she says, in a tone that seems to think that unlikely. "And that's unfortunate. I hope there'll still be time for our side project?" She glances to the map, brows arched.

Laughing, "Yeah, ya got that right," Jo has to admit on the first as she moves about. "It's good yer family's gettin' back on track though. How are they hangin'?" The glasses get set down with the bottle, and she reaches for the bottle now right when Aishani answers her question. She gives her a considering look for a moment before she nods, popping the cork and pouring its contents into the first glass. "I was out when the flight was realized," she admits to that with a look. "Took a good day of some shock, but, I came around to the idea. A bit dangerous, someone like me bein' with a Weyrleader though," she admits matter-of-factly as she straightens and gives the first filled glass over to her. "Not that it changes anythin'. For him and I. For ''you'' and I. I tend to enjoy takin' risks. Folks'll calm down now that there's faces they want to see about, and give us the chance to get what we need done." Eyes cut towards her map wall right then as she adds, "Unfortunate, yes. It's no secret that I rather ''you''. We have an understandin', but, since it's been decided, I'd say that ''no one's'' gonna be lookin' at the activities of one mere goldrider and a bluerider that's gone more than not, hm?" Surely. The crooked smirk she now sends her says it all. "As in, there's plenty of time. Whatcha got in mind?"

"They're not bad. Moving around, starting some good trade, getting in touch with some of the families they used to work with. For turns, they didn't want to take the risk." Aishani has a little shrug for that, the disconnections and reconnections that come over time, as she drops into a seat and leans on the table with weary elegance. With an arch of fine brows, "I imagine it took some getting used to, the idea. And you've managed to keep yourself out of trouble around power so far... It all depends on how much the Weyrleader cares about what you do in your off-time. My hope is not very much." As she takes the glass, she'll lift it in toast to that, taking a drink as she grins over at Jo. "I imagine there'll be some chaos soon enough... Lady Nabol's gone missing, don't you know? But it's not our ''problem'', simply our ''opportunity'' of which to take advantage. And let's hope that too, hm?" With a mirror of that smirk, the goldrider flicks dark hair back over her shoulders before looking up at the map again. "I think we should implement a plan that involves as little work for us and ours as possible. How much do you know about who handles the business we're in across the High Reaches area?"

Jo takes up her own glass and settles down once Aishani does, nodding on the account of her family. "On their to bein' self-sufficient again?" she drops, leaning back and crossing her legs. "That's ''good''. I dunno when my bosses will answer on them. Their eyes seem to be turned elsewhere at the moment with little time for anythin' else. They haven' been all that needy in havin' us around, either, lately." On the Weyrleader and his interests in her off-time, she gives a cross between a nod and headshake as she says, "It's a gift. It's like flyin' too close to the sun. Zach doesn' ask all that much what I do, and, I imagine he'll be far too busy right now with settlin' down to look. For now. So long as there's no mistakes bein' made to catch the attention of ''any'' Weyrleader..." Really. Jo gives her that look, matching that toast before she drinks. Her lips take on a serious line upon hearing about Lady Nabol, the bluerder nodding once. "Yeah, heard 'bout that," she says. "Does feel like an opportunity, there. Depends on what exactly are we lookin' to do, this business," she now answers, looking towards the map with furrowed brows. "I'm familiar with most, thanks to the people I work for. Ain' many. Every now and then, the names change and I keep track just in case."

Aishani can agree with a nod, "It is good. I'm not sure how close they are to not needing my help, say, but it's certainly better than it ''was'' -- between us as well." The glance she gives Jo is significant despite the few words she wastes on the reconciliation. It means a lot. As for Weyrleaders, the darker woman snorts softly, shaking her head. "I have very little interest in any undue attention at this point. There's a few things that might come up... and there's Iesaryth to go up at some point yet, but aside from that..." She's content to make her plans over drinks, to avoid politics. Or so she says right now. Warming to her subject and idea both, Jo's answer brings a brilliant smile. "I thought so. What I was thinking is we go to these people and tell them that we're 'offering' our services. We can be sure that there's less attention paid to their movements, they've help getting cargo and messages around, protection if they need it. What's better than a dragon for that? In exchange, we only require a percentage of business." A pause. "It's a remarkably good deal even if you don't include the trader contacts."

Jo takes in that significant glance, nodding a few times as she studies the goldrider. "Better," she echoes in agreement. Leaning forward then towards her on the subject of the new Weyrleaders, "Look, I think we're in a really good position right now," she tells her in earnest. "Ain' no one lookin' our way, which is what we want. We can keep it that way. Sure, Iesaryth has to go up eventually, but even so..." Even so, she's shrugging. "We can make this work. Whatever ''you'' can' do, I can. Whatever I can' do, ''you'' can. What ya propose, that can work," she goes on to say now after a pause of consideration. "Kimren may even be interested in a deal like that. He's always lookin' for more dragonriders to help pull in his cargo, or to cart packages off Between." There's a look going in Aishani's direction that suggests the ''packages'' aren' exactly hard surface items. She looks to the map now as she asks, "So how do ya wanna approach them? How much ''involved'' do we want to look, or do we want someone else meetin' with them one by one? Feelin' them out?"

"More work would help," Aishani can allow after a drink, and she's under no illusions about the work the Vijays might be doing under guise of trading. Jo's earnest explanation makes sense to her, it's there in dark eyes, but still -- there's something grudging there about her nod. "It'll be good to have something that... takes up that space, though. It's not the same." A pause before reflectively, "I was meant to be head of my family. It's difficult for me to step back." Even if it's to step up in another sense. Looking across the table with a quick smile, "We can. I know. And I'm glad you think so. ''Some'' may object, but I think there are ways to do some convincing. Preferably non-threatening ways, but..." She shrugs. These things do happen. "Mm. It would be ideal to be less involved, but it's difficult to make these initial deals through intermediaries. I'm not sure who I'd trust to do it."

"I can see it," Jo gives fondly on Aishani being at the head of her clan, reaching for the bottle for a refill. "Shit, ya'd be brilliant, too. I can imagine what that's like. Not that I was meant to be head of anythin' myself, but still. One wonders how long one could be Weyrwoman, ya know? I was already told that the Reaches seems to have a hard time holdin' onto either of their leaders." Back to business though, the ex-con frowning as she considers the current situation of meeting with those denizens of the Reaches. "I don' see why I and my group can' meet up with them. Ya know. Kait and M'ron," she says slowly, looking from the map to the goldrider's face. "I hardly wear the knot, and some of them know me through some old deals made. I mean, they'll ''know'' this will have ties to the Weyr, with the offer to use dragonriders and all, but..." and she gives a shrug to that. "Some will definitely object on the business percentage side, or try to trip us up. I wouldn' put it past them to. Actually," and she passes the bottle on now that glass is full again to drink, "what do ya think about Sybile, blue Miroth's, one of the ones from the last weyrlin' class? She's clever and wily enough. Somethin' like this might be up her path. Sabs, too, now that I think of it."

"Reaches does seem to at that," Aishani notes wryly. "Perhaps nothing bad will happen this time." But even that thin optimism doesn't quite ring true from her; the goldrider never really does look on the brighter side. Glancing from the map to Jo, "I like that, for a start. Through the old contacts. Those will be the easier deals; let the others hold out or come to us. I ''want'' to be handling this." There's frustration there, brief, but it passes when she tells Jo, "I've kept up my relations with the Holds. The relations I ''have'', some are obviously better than others. When it comes to them looking the other way, I'm sure we can manage something there. And if discussions have to go further, I suppose we can both speak to them. It's better for me to keep out of it, to handle things here, with the Holds and the crafters if need be." She's almost convincing herself, but after a drink, she can consider the two younger riders. "If you think they'd do a good job, I can see it. See how they do."

It's amusing to Jo, that. She looks out towards the ledge as she says, "I'll keep Zach safe, though, I'd imagine he won' need it. He's not Taikrin." Beat. "We'll start with the old contacts then," and she turns back to regard Aishani then, nodding. "I'll draw up a list for ya, though, it's a short one. I know for a fact that there's Aiven still operatin' close to Keogh," her old home, "and it's been a good while since I've been out that way since the queens went up. Maybe we can start with him. He's good with the guards, mostly." Hearing that she has good relations with the holds gives her a positive look in response, knocking back almost half of her drink in two swallows. "I'd rather ya stay here, too, but if we must make an appearance," she says with a sigh, looking from her to the map. "We'll do what we must. We still need to gather together some riders for this, too. I can get some onboard easy, but dependin', we may need more. I trust Syb, and Sabs," she says now, looking at her. "They're one of ''us''. Canie, too, but ya know that already. I wouldn' put her name forth, though, cuz she has a penchant for stealin' at random. She's not all that good at diplomacy either, but she's the more amendable one out of the three. I'll talk to them and see what's good," she decides to say, briefly raising her glass to her. "Maybe even sweeten the job with some payment."

With another one of her quiet snorts, "Who is." Aishani does have a point. "And a short list is a start. I need to look in on my family about a few things, perhaps I'll see what they've heard, if much of anything. It could be helpful, even if their routes aren't the most... populated ones usually? Gossip still travels." There's a wry smirk for that, for good and for ill. "And I wouldn't ''rather'', but it makes ''sense''." Wrinkling her nose for missing out on the meetings in gross bars, "If you want to front them some, I don't mind that. The payment will come soon enough once the clients are lined up. Once they're lined up, we can see how many riders we need." She'll clink her glass with the bluerider's raised one, grinning before drinking. "To business. Let's hope it's that ''easy''."

There's quiet laughter to that first, and she nods on the short list, seeming to have made a mental note of it. "I can check some of the local bars, too. The Rusty Nail's always got some tidbits whenever I get there. I don' think the pay will be necessary," she adds on paying the riders in particular now, "but, just in case. Sometimes Syb can get that way. We can stick to the more prominent sorts, too. They'll have the pay. The other ones thinkin' to start out won'." Their glasses clink right then, her smile one of anticipation for their business venturing realized as she says, "Indeed, darlin'. Let's hope that it's risk-free, too." She'll drink to that, draining the rest of her glass before she reaches for the bottle and asks, "More?" Booze and plotting. That seems to be her version of a perfect girls' night.

"No, I don't want to be starting someone's operation. And please." Aishani sets her glass down for a refill, flicking her fingers that way before looking up at the map again. "You know, sweeps could be useful for keeping an eye on what we know is going on out there, if we had a pair in every wing minimum..." If Jo's evening is made by plotting, the goldrider is certainly full of ideas. (And the whiskey's not bad either.)

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Logs:Armed and Dangerous

2014-06-18T00:44:35Z

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| who = Aishani
| where = Sketchy Bar, High Reaches Area
| what = Aishani tries to make a deal, but attacks on and murders of goldriders have made her more than a little twitchy.
| when = Day 13, month 8, turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.08.26
| quote = But Aishani knew people tended to be idiots, so kept her knives at the ready.
| weather =
| categories = Vignette, Re-Return of the Vijays
| mentions = Jo, Kaitlyn, M'ron, Ienavi, Ali, Hattie, Iolene
| ooc = With apologies to 'The Americans'. I've totally ripped off Phillip's badass moves.
| icons = aishani gun.png
| log = Jo was supposed to deal with a lot of the negotiations with Kaitlyn and M'ron, and that made a lot of ''sense'', yes. But with as much as Aishani was visiting her family now (to keep an eye on Ienavi and keep her informed), it seemed more convenient to follow up on ''some'' leads herself, especially given where they came from. It would be more difficult to explain a stranger's presence than a cousin's, despite the lack of distance and plausible deniability it left her. It wasn't as if she was going alone, she reasoned. She had once of her cousins with her, always; she'd had knives on her at all times for over a turn, and now with everything that had occurred at Southern Boll, she was also ''visibly'' armed with a belt knife -- when she wore something with a belt, at least. Otherwise, throwing knives and a punch dagger seemed good enough.

Iolene had been poisoned, true. If anyone was smart, they'd try the same with Shani. But Aishani knew people tended to be idiots, so kept her knives at the ready.

This night, she found herself in another shack that called itself a bar, dim and empty but for a bartender and both factions: herself and one of her more intimidating cousins; the man's with two thugs that seemed more big than bright. When they took their seats, one of the thugs immediately moved so she couldn't ''see'' him; swallowing her irritation and forcing one of her most charming smiles, Aishani asked the man, "Could you tell your man to get out of my blind spot, please?" It was polite, the first time. Given they were outnumbered, she felt it was ''fair''. The man pursed his lips, but nodded at the thug, who stepped back. She could feel her cousin, off to the side, relax.

The conversation was pleasant enough after that, though guarded on both sides. She could understand why -- it could as likely be a setup as anything else, the Vijays working for 'the man' now that one of theirs was part of the establishment. Aishani felt she was on her way to convincing him otherwise when she realized, her spine stiffening, that she couldn't see that ''fucking guy'' again.

Looking across the table, calmly, "Can you tell him to get out of my fucking blind spot again?"

The man looked annoyed, it was hard to say with who. "Move," he said, staring over her shoulder. Once the guy stepped back -- Shani could tell he was smirking, even out of the corner of her eye -- the boss asked, "Can we get on with business now?"

They did. For a minute. Then the thug moved again. And Shani was out of her chair. It was mostly his surprise and her speed that gave his weight momentum as she grabbed him by the wrist, shoving him toward the table. Knife unsheathed, it came down in a flash, pinning his hand to wood with a 'thunk' and a howl of pain. The tabletop began to stain red.

She hadn't even thought about it, just been certain he was going to ''try'' something. To make sure they all reconsidered any further action, Aishani grabbed his head and slammed it off the table with all her might. As the thug slumped over it, she pulled the knife from his hand and let him slide to the ground.

Stepping slightly to the side so no blood dripped on her boots, Shani looked over to the man in charge. "Drop my cousin a line when you clean this up and get serious about doing business. I am ''not fucking around''."

Iesaryth was ''visibly'' displeased when they left the bar, and though her cousin assumed it was due to the danger, Shani knew better. The gold was chastising her in her head; ''that wasn't necessary, that was imprudent and a loss of control, people will hear about it'', and on and on. And Iesaryth was right, in some respects. Some ''would'' hear about it, there was no more hiding those particular skills from certain people. There would be no more underestimation.

But given her ''business'' and recent events both, Aishani figured it might not be the worst thing in the world to be considered armed and dangerous.

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Logs:Good In Every Place

2014-06-18T00:43:31Z

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{{ Log
| who = Aishani, Jo
| where = Some Bar Near Minecraft
| what = Jo and Aishani catch up, then seal their first deal. They're in business.
| when = Day 10, Month 12, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.09.30
| quote = To be welcomed places, well, that's currency, darlin'. It's not somethin' that I would squander, either.
| weather =
| categories = Re-Return of the Vijays
| mentions = N'rov, I'zech, H'vier, Ienavi, Rone
| ooc =
| icons = aishani in control.png, jo criminal.jpg
| log = Though it's not easy for Aishani to get away these days, she does have someone to watch the eggs, at least -- and though this perhaps necessitates telling some people more information than she'd like, there's no stop to business, even when there's eggs. And no matter how well Jo might be doing with her work with her contacts, the Vijay ones necessitate some introductions. So it is that Jo and Tacuseth are called out one night to a bar near the Minecraft, one without a name, or a sign at least, to meet a dressed-down Shani as she waits for their new friend. The goldrider already has a table and a bottle, but she's eyeing the glasses suspiciously.

Without fan fare, here walks in Jo - black leathers, no shoulderknot in sight, a hand sitting lightly on the knife concealed at her side and a demeanor that would suggest she was glad to be here. She only pauses briefly on the threshold as if to get her bearings, then heads straight for Aishani's table with a meandering step like one that had no meetings here at all. She just ''happens'' to pause once she steps in front of Aishani's table, and she just happens to suddenly turn the chair found there around so that she could straddle it and drape her arms over its back. Looking around while doing so, "So what's good around here?" is her greeting, glancing at those glasses before nodding in their direction.

Dryly, "Probably nothing." Aishani nods to the bottle before leaning forward over the table, resting elbows there as she holds onto her empty glass still. She offers Jo a faint smile though, nodding her way before, "Thank you for coming. I just wanted to make sure you'd met Ramoren, since we'd worked out terms both with my family and with us. I figured you might be dealing with more of the day to day." Giving the bluerider a once-over, she asks, "You look well. How have things been?"

"Aww, there's good in every place, darlin'," Jo states, her smile growing as she reaches for the bottle. "What is it they're callin' ''this'', at least?" She takes up the other glass and starts to pour anyway, listening to Aishani words on business with a single nod thrown in towards the end of it. "Sounds like a party," she says on the meet, the smile crooked. "It's not everyday ya get to meet another Vijay. When's he comin' in?" As to she herself, there's an easy shrug to that as the filled glass lifts to her nose for a sniff, then she holds it out to examine its color before she answers with, "When I play more in the shadows, I am better, yes. I'm better at keepin' my head down than not, and coverin' my own ass. ''You'', darlin'," she adds now, briefly raising the glass in her direction, "I should be askin' how ya doin' yerself. Since that flight. Ya must be relieved? Knowin' the chaser over the fact that it's over, right?"

Aishani looks skeptical, but tells Jo, "Rum. We'll see. It won't blind you at least." She's had experience, apparently. "Mmm. Ramoren's not a Vijay, but my cousin is. Leo. They're meant to be along soon, but I've found having dragons means we're early more often than not. And ''visible''." That last is said regretfully, with a smirk. "I wish I could handle your end of things. Speaking of which, I might have something for you and Kait and M'ron... and anyone else you can convince to help out, if you have the time." Amused, she notes, "Escorting her Ladyship." As for the flight, she lifts her glass to tilt it in an 'eh' gesture before setting it down to fill it. "I like having N'rov around, and having it over. But some of the chasers are dicks after. Children." Dismissive.

"Try black stinger ale," Jo states, amused by Aishani's answer. "They say yer sight blips out for an hour, at least." She now takes a taste, eyes narrowing slightly. "Leo," she echoes that name, seeming to taste it like the rum. "Is this Ramoren the one I'll be dealin' with directly, then?" she asks, taking another taste before setting the glass down. Moving on to the new proposition, "Ladyship," she echoes, invitation for more information before there's a chuckle given on the flight. "Is he adjustin' to Reaches life?" she asks now, stretching her back momentarily while keeping an idle gaze on those around them. "And please. Do tell." Dicks and children. To Jo, they've got the time.

"The next time I want to be blind, I'll certainly look into it." Aishani's tone doesn't sound convinced though, as she takes a cautious sip. "Leo, yes. Old enough to know what he's doing, young enough to have stayed out of the mines. One of the few. And generally, directly with him, yes. If there's cause for a go-between, Ramoren will make introductions. It should be fairly straightforward. I managed to get us five percent for the first turn, to be renegotiated next one. There's enough going on to make that good for all involved." Allowing herself a grin, "Ienavi requires some conveyance and guard while she's out and about being seen. I thought it might be your thing. And he doesn't like the cold, but who does?" Shaking her head, "Just... it's as if they don't stop seeing you ''like that''."

"Do for the experience," Jo suggests on stinger ale properties, chuckling into her glass of rum. "Most of the shit at the poison bar won' kill ya." She then listen to the terms, seeming to find them satisfactory since she nods a few times and taps one of her boots on the floor. "If ya can trust him, and he's discrete," she says, "then we'll work with him. Tell me more about this...ahh, guarding the Lady Ienavi, though." Leaning back a bit, "How long are we lookin' for? Is this just for riders, or can it be someone without a dragon?" On N'rov, there's a small incline of her head on the question before she drawls out, "I do, but I'm not exactly normal." Beat. "Like that," she echoes, lips curling in amusement to how the weyrwoman says it. "Ya don' enjoy bein' desired? I heard ya knifed one of them."

With an arch of brows, "I'll think about it." Aishani seems to think they're set on both scores, raising her glass Jo's way briefly before a drink. "Sounds like if all goes well, we'll have our first agreement lined up. We'll have cause to celebrate." Because eggs on the sands and her boyfriend in her weyr isn't quite enough for the goldrider to feel satisfied. As for Ienavi, "I'm not sure how long, but for short trips, at least. I'd have to ask her if she wants a more permanent guard, but it's possible for a non-rider to either do that, or come with you -- but when she travels, she needs dragonriders." She flashes the bluerider a grin for 'not normal', but has a shrug for the last. "I'm used to it, just not much aggression about it. And he's still mad about it, H'vier. But he grabbed me." So, she knifed him, clearly.

Looking pleased on business looking up, "And if it don'," Jo adds in, "then we find ways that would give up cause to celebrate. "This is good, Shani. I reckon this will do us some good." She turns toward the proposition, seeming to be turning it over and over in her head since she doesn't speak again and right away. She's just lingering on her drink, brows slightly furrowing before her gaze cuts to Aishani's face. "I ain' exactly a guard for the lives of all others, especially for free," she notes idly. "But, since yer askin' and all," and it trails, the bluerider not needing to finish that statement. "H'vier," she echoes now before laughing and shaking her head on the next. "Fuck. That man stays in trouble, I swear. It's impressive. I reckon he thinks every weyrwoman in Pern is his to grab. Too bad he grabbed a Reachian one." That grin flashes and she's laughing again, downing the rest of her rum.

With a little grimace for whatever passes for rum around these parts, "I think we'll be fine here. I only hope it all goes so well. I sincerely doubt that there will be that much need to drive a hard bargain or refuse, but…" Aishani lifts her hands regretfully. Some people at that way. As Jo considers, she waits, but will allow afterward, "I don't know that there'll be pay upfront. But having a Lady Holder indebted to you is not the end of the world. It's nice to be ''welcomed'' in a Hold, yes? And it's possible that it could… be beneficial to business but that'd need care. I'd be grateful for the help." Since the bluerider is being helpful. H'vier darkens her expression and she notes, "Every woman, probably. I'm not sure why he thinks he can act like that and not get stabbed."

Jo does look towards the entrance now as she leans a little forward and asks, "They're on their way? And, I hope so. I ain' much diplomatic or good at drivin' hard bargains unless it involves somethin' that gets bloody, and I ain' lookin' for it to be that kinda night." The proposition, when Aishani does put it ''that'' way, gives the ex-con some pause as she considers it. A Lady Holder indebted... "Well now," she drawls on the pay, shaking her head, "there's not to say that I can' be generous, especially to my friends. To be welcomed places, well, that's currency, darlin'. It's not somethin' that I would squander, either." She raises her glass briefly to that, and then there's open laughter on the bronzerider in question before she tacks on, "Isn' that the motto of ''most'' bronzeriders, though? This could have been the first time he's gotten a stab wound for his advances, ya know." She's more amused by it, even.

Glancing that way too, "Should be shortly. And no concerns about that tonight, at least. Later, if you need me… Please let me know." Aishani loves to drive a hard bargain, by her expression, the light in dark eyes. With a faint grin, "Do think of it that way. Perhaps when I speak to Ienavi, I'll introduce you. She might actually do well to have a friend like you, with relatives like Rone." A little shudder as she refills her glass and tells Jo, "You know, I think it might be? And I'm just not used to being grabbed. Or people being so… obvious." She'd go one about that last, but two men enter just about then; one young, tall and dark, favoring the goldrider, the other older and cagey-looking, obviously the client. Shani seems to draw her cousin's attention with little more than a nod, and the pair begin to approach.

The frown gets a touch darker. "This Rone," Jo is deliberately idle in saying his name. "Sometime, maybe she'n ya can tell me more about him." There's a nod on future meetings, this seeming to please the bluerider when in the beginning she was more reluctant to guard the Lady. But of course, the frown fades into something disarming and casual from Jo once the men as here. During the dealing, she doesn't speak much, and her words are plain and simple. She lays the cards out on the table proverbially with no flowery language to go with it, so that by the time the deal is done, the men would more than likely know where the women are coming from and if this would be a good fit for them all. She gives Aishani a satisfactory grin and nod in her direction as the talk strays to bad booze, stating wryly, "Next time, gentleman, I'll bring some of the best that doesn' get served at bars. Consider it a future gift of our mutual partnership."

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