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Logs talk:Quiet

2016-07-26T01:49:50Z

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==V'ret (22:51, 23 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

This is fine. V'ret is fine. Everything is fine.
==Squishy (18:49, 25 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

</3 Evyth is such a good balance to Lys.

Logs:Southern Flowers

2016-07-23T02:07:54Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis,
|what=Edyis contemplates the mess she has found herself in.
|where=Southern Contenenent
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|custom=Day 28, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10)
|day=27
|month=4
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.07.22
|quote=It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.
|mentions=A'rist, T'zur, Jocelyn, N'rek, Lys,
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth bond.jpg,
|log=Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The icy nothing of between gave way to heat and humidity so intense it was like trying to breathe through wet velvet. Akluseth's warmth felt solid beneath her as they spiraled down to the clearing. Edyis ran her fingers against the supple leather of his straps as the Brown landed.

<>

Edyis ignored the request as she dropped to the ground, moss squelching beneath her boots. It was getting more and more difficult to convince her lifemate to slip away from the weyr. Ever the loving mate, Akluseth didn't pry himself from Aidavanth's side unless necessary or dismissed. It was hard to ignore the mental smugness that had yet to fade.

He never pretended that it made up for the child Edyis herself would never have, but it eased the pain of that loss. Perhaps because Akluseth considered them as much Edyis's as his own? Perhaps that was part of the answer, but it always felt like there was more to it than that. The idea of leaving something behind.

''Faranth I'm not old enough to be worried about leaving a legacy behind.'' She thought.

There was no reply.

She hacked through the brush, it took the better part of an hour to find the spot she was looking for. Flowers carpeted the clearing in every direction. The work was automatic and gave her time to think, not that her mind ever truly stopped. It was her curse to question and speculate.

Aidavanth's flight had changed things. To what extent, Edyis herself couldn't begin to guess.

Tuzur's appearance had been a surprise. ''T'zur'' She corrected herself mentally. The arrogant ass from the flight hardly seemed to be the same teenager who had been stuck with the task of ''training'' (he called it babysitting) her during her time with the Beowins. She made a mental note as she unhooked the basket to at least catch up with him. Though she doubted that he would remember her.

Her knife arced through the air, cutting through a fat stem. She pressed the bloom to her nose inhaling deeply. It was purple and reminded Edyis of the dark circles she had seen beneath Jocelyn's eyes. She bit her lip.

''It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.''

The flower was added to the basket as she moved on to the next. How many regrets did she have now, how many mistakes had she made, and how much more would Edyis make when it came to relationships? She thought of her first crush, on a boy who believed for a time he was rescuing her - but she didn't have the courage at the time to face what his dragon turned him into. Edyis had always been ashamed of that, and sometimes she wondered if he could still smile the way he did when they ate fruit on a plateau in the south. She thought of N'rek and all the things she had been too afraid of admitting to him. They were friends still, but she doubted it would ever be more than that again. She couldn't blame him for not trusting her.

Whatever the outcome, Edyis didn't want Jocelyn to have the same regrets. She was angry with Lys because it was plain that the greenrider really did care for, perhaps even loved Jocelyn. Yet the way Lys had asked that question, sounded too much like tying up loose ends. Edyis had never understood her, and at the time didn't want to get sucked into the role of dealing with the woman's confidence issues. Maybe if she had handled Lys differently, and hadn't let her own biases against the woman impact her actions.

Edyis shook her head. It was too late now to worry about it. It wasn't her duty to look after every damaged person she met. Not that the thought eased her guilt any.

She gathered more blooms until the basket could hold no more.

It wasn't her place to interfere in their relationship or offer unsolicited advice. She didn't want to be a stand in for someone else either. All she could do was try to be there for Jocelyn.

Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The southern blooms in all their glory were left on Aidavanth's ledge.
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Logs:Southern Flowers

2016-07-23T02:07:01Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis,
|what=Edyis contemplates the mess she has found herself in.
|where=Southern Contenenent
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|custom=Day 28, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10)
|day=27
|month=4
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.07.22
|quote=It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.
|mentions=A'rist, T'zur, Jocelyn, N'rek,
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth bond.jpg,
|log=Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The icy nothing of between gave way to heat and humidity so intense it was like trying to breathe through wet velvet. Akluseth's warmth felt solid beneath her as they spiraled down to the clearing. Edyis ran her fingers against the supple leather of his straps as the Brown landed.

<>

Edyis ignored the request as she dropped to the ground, moss squelching beneath her boots. It was getting more and more difficult to convince her lifemate to slip away from the weyr. Ever the loving mate, Akluseth didn't pry himself from Aidavanth's side unless necessary or dismissed. It was hard to ignore the mental smugness that had yet to fade.

He never pretended that it made up for the child Edyis herself would never have, but it eased the pain of that loss. Perhaps because Akluseth considered them as much Edyis's as his own? Perhaps that was part of the answer, but it always felt like there was more to it than that. The idea of leaving something behind.

''Faranth I'm not old enough to be worried about leaving a legacy behind.'' She thought.

There was no reply.

She hacked through the brush, it took the better part of an hour to find the spot she was looking for. Flowers carpeted the clearing in every direction. The work was automatic and gave her time to think, not that her mind ever truly stopped. It was her curse to question and speculate.

Aidavanth's flight had changed things. To what extent, Edyis herself couldn't begin to guess.

Tuzur's appearance had been a surprise. ''T'zur'' She corrected herself mentally. The arrogant ass from the flight hardly seemed to be the same teenager who had been stuck with the task of ''training'' (he called it babysitting) her during her time with the Beowins. She made a mental note as she unhooked the basket to at least catch up with him. Though she doubted that he would remember her.

Her knife arced through the air, cutting through a fat stem. She pressed the bloom to her nose inhaling deeply. It was purple and reminded Edyis of the dark circles she had seen beneath Jocelyn's eyes. She bit her lip.

''It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.''

The flower was added to the basket as she moved on to the next. How many regrets did she have now, how many mistakes had she made, and how much more would Edyis make when it came to relationships? She thought of her first crush, on a boy who believed for a time he was rescuing her - but she didn't have the courage at the time to face what his dragon turned him into. Edyis had always been ashamed of that, and sometimes she wondered if he could still smile the way he did when they ate fruit on a plateau in the south. She thought of N'rek and all the things she had been too afraid of admitting to him. They were friends still, but she doubted it would ever be more than that again. She couldn't blame him for not trusting her.

Whatever the outcome, Edyis didn't want Jocelyn to have the same regrets. She was angry with Lys because it was plain that the greenrider really did care for, perhaps even loved Jocelyn. Yet the way Lys had asked that question, sounded too much like tying up loose ends. Edyis had never understood her, and at the time didn't want to get sucked into the role of dealing with the woman's confidence issues. Maybe if she had handled Lys differently, and hadn't let her own biases against the woman impact her actions.

Edyis shook her head. It was too late now to worry about it. It wasn't her duty to look after every damaged person she met. Not that the thought eased her guilt any.

She gathered more blooms until the basket could hold no more.

It wasn't her place to interfere in their relationship or offer unsolicited advice. She didn't want to be a stand in for someone else either. All she could do was try to be there for Jocelyn.

Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The southern blooms in all their glory were left on Aidavanth's ledge.
}}

Logs:Southern Flowers

2016-07-23T02:04:20Z

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{{Log
|who=edyis,
|what=Edyis contemplates the mess she has found herself in.
|where=Southern Contenenent
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|custom=Day 28, Month 4, Turn 41 (Interval 10)
|day=27
|month=4
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.07.22
|quote=It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth bond.jpg,
|log=Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The icy nothing of between gave way to heat and humidity so intense it was like trying to breathe through wet velvet. Akluseth's warmth felt solid beneath her as they spiraled down to the clearing. Edyis ran her fingers against the supple leather of his straps as the Brown landed.

<>

Edyis ignored the request as she dropped to the ground, moss squelching beneath her boots. It was getting more and more difficult to convince her lifemate to slip away from the weyr. Ever the loving mate, Akluseth didn't pry himself from Aidavanth's side unless necessary or dismissed. It was hard to ignore the mental smugness that had yet to fade.

He never pretended that it made up for the child Edyis herself would never have, but it eased the pain of that loss. Perhaps because Akluseth considered them as much Edyis's as his own? Perhaps that was part of the answer, but it always felt like there was more to it than that. The idea of leaving something behind.

''Faranth I'm not old enough to be worried about leaving a legacy behind.'' She thought.

There was no reply.

She hacked through the brush, it took the better part of an hour to find the spot she was looking for. Flowers carpeted the clearing in every direction. The work was automatic and gave her time to think, not that her mind ever truly stopped. It was her curse to question and speculate.

Aidavanth's flight had changed things. To what extent, Edyis herself couldn't begin to guess.

Tuzur's appearance had been a surprise. ''T'zur'' She corrected herself mentally. The arrogant ass from the flight hardly seemed to be the same teenager who had been stuck with the task of ''training'' (he called it babysitting) her during her time with the Beowins. She made a mental note as she unhooked the basket to at least catch up with him. Though she doubted that he would remember her.

Her knife arced through the air, cutting through a fat stem. She pressed the bloom to her nose inhaling deeply. It was purple and reminded Edyis of the dark circles she had seen beneath Jocelyn's eyes. She bit her lip.

''It isn't your duty to mend a broken heart, arrogant and foolish to even try.''

The flower was added to the basket as she moved on to the next. How many regrets did she have now, how many mistakes had she made, and how much more would Edyis make when it came to relationships? She thought of her first crush, on a boy who believed for a time he was rescuing her - but she didn't have the courage at the time to face what his dragon turned him into. Edyis had always been ashamed of that, and sometimes she wondered if he could still smile the way he did when they ate fruit on a plateau in the south. She thought of N'rek and all the things she had been too afraid of admitting to him. They were friends still, but she doubted it would ever be more than that again. She couldn't blame him for not trusting her.

Whatever the outcome, Edyis didn't want Jocelyn to have the same regrets. She was angry with Lys because it was plain that the greenrider really did care for, perhaps even loved Jocelyn. Yet the way Lys had asked that question, sounded too much like tying up loose ends. Edyis had never understood her, and at the time didn't want to get sucked into the role of dealing with the woman's confidence issues. Maybe if she had handled Lys differently, and hadn't let her own biases against the woman impact her actions.

Edyis shook her head. It was too late now to worry about it. It wasn't her duty to look after every damaged person she met. Not that the thought eased her guilt any.

She gathered more blooms until the basket could hold no more.

It wasn't her place to interfere in their relationship or offer unsolicited advice. She didn't want to be a stand in for someone else either. All she could do was try to be there for Jocelyn.

Black. Blacker. Blackest.

The southern blooms in all their glory were left on Aidavanth's ledge.
}}

Logs talk:The Bandage Approach

2016-07-12T17:43:32Z

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==Silva (09:44, 12 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

My heart likes none of this.
==Edyis (10:43, 12 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

*grumbles* I do not like being right about people.

Poor Jocelyn.

Logs talk:In All Fairness

2016-07-11T11:07:44Z

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==Silva (19:11, 10 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

</3
==Squishy (04:07, 11 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

Heartbreaking and yet, I feel like there is more to this story. I can't wait to see how it unfolds.

Logs talk:Should've/Would've

2016-07-05T00:13:14Z

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==Squishy (17:13, 4 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

Hahahahahahahash. 'Caeth you jerk.

Logs:Trouble in Paradise

2016-07-04T14:28:04Z

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{{Log
|who=T'gar, Castivan,
|what=T'gar offers an escape route, Castivan gets himself into trouble.
|where=The Cove Tavern, Southern Contenent
|involves=High Reaches Weyr, Southern Area
|custom=It is a winter dusk, of day 2, month 2, turn 41 of Interval 10
|day=2
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.07.04
|type=Log
|ooc=Feel free to edit as needed.
|desc=From a distance, the place doesn't look like much. The path from the harbor snakes through the jungle until at last opening wide to the glittering white sands and open waters. The sloping shapes of the sandstone cliffs reach above the jungle canopy, and in the face, the main entrance to the tavern gapes wide; granting its patrons a clear view of the water just a stone's throw away.

Oil fueled torches to light the interior, a faint haze added to their golden light. casting shadows on the battle-scarred tables and chairs where rough looking patrons gather to drink or gamble. A raised platform in one corner serves as a fight ring when the occasion calls for it and alternately a stage for the musicians who play on occasion. The long bar at the back and kitchens are always bustling, the smell of liquor and greasy food lending to the smoky atmosphere.
|log=Raucous laughter and the smell of cheap beer hang heavy in the air, echoing off the cavern walls. Already the Tavern is filling up quickly with rough looking characters from all walks of life filling the tables to drink, gamble or fuck away the day's wages. Among them, a young trader sits, a leggy brunette perched happily in his lap, one arm snagged about her waist while he holds his cards in the other hand. Blue eyes focused on the task at hand, there's a crooked slant on his mouth as he stares down his tablemates. "You ain't got shit. Call."

The cards are laid down, and he curses as a man built like a watch wher reveals a Royal flush, scraping his marks up across the table. "Guess tonight just isn't your lucky night kid."

Of course, belonging to this rough sort of crowd is none other than T’gar. With riding leathers being the only thing to hint at him being a dragonrider, the bronzerider shoulders his way in to get a lay of the tavern. His destination? The bar - where he can get something to drink while he works the crowd over with his scrutiny. It almost seems as though he is looking for someone.

"Just one more hand." Castivan murmurs, the woman in his lap vacating her seat and heading to the bar. His eyes track her, noting the newcomer in the process before looking back to the men at the table.

"You sure kid?" The man grins sharklike.

T’gar has already ordered his drink as he leans back on an elbow, casually perusing the crowd about him. It seems as though whoever he’s waiting for must not have arrived, for the urgency in his hunt seems to have gone from his eyes. “Haven’t seen Narcia lately,” the bar tender on duty returns to him with a comment, handing over a mug of something amber-colored. “Don’t tell me she’s been shacking up with that man I saw her leave with that night.” - “You’re right,” Rat is easy to answer him, nodding in thanks for the drink before bringing it to his lips. Something makes him stop though, adding, “Wasn’t he a trader? I believe he was. She’s always had a thing for the roaming sort.” There’s the casual study of the table where Castivan is.

"I can't exactly return to the caravan empty handed." The Kiev trader remarks, fingers drumming the table. "One more hand." Rubbing the palms of his hands on his trousers, Castivan smirks. "Deal me in." A glance is exchanged between the dealer and a few of the other players, and the cards get dealt out one by one. Scooping up his cards, the smirk fades and his eyes narrow. "Thought so." He mutters hand snapping across the table to grab the dealer's wrist revealing the cards hidden there. "So you assholes gonna give my marks back?"

“You would know more than me,” the bartender is telling T’gar with a grin, his own gaze grazing over the table where Castivan is. This good-natured smile was starting slip - as if he knew something was about to go down. T’gar shakes his own head as he drinks, catching where the bartender was looking and follows his gaze over towards the table. After a moment, “Trouble?” he asks low enough for only the bartender to hear, to which the other man grunts before answering back, “Could be.”

In retrospect, Castivan should have expected the impact to his jaw at the very least he thought as he tried to figure out why he was suddenly looking at the ceiling. In the process the table flipped, and crashed into another. If the place wasn't as packed it might not have made a difference, but in a matter of moments fists started flying, and Castivan found himself rolling away to avoid having his head stomped in.

The fists start flying and T’gar’s leaning back on his stool, seeming content in staying out of it with his mug of ale. “HEY!!” the bartender’s shouting, slapping the white washing rag over one shoulder as he starts to make his way from behind the counter. “I told you turds that fighting goes outside! OUTSIDE! Fists OUTSIDE!! Can’t nobody read….” Apparently there’s a crudely carved sign posted outside the tavern. Either way, the bronzerider’s chuckling to himself as he watches the table erupt - the card table that started it all.

"Pretty sure these guys never had much in the way of harper lessons Moe." Castivan calls to the bar tender, scrambling to his feet just in time to avoid getting kicked. If the Kiev trader snags the bag of marks that landed nearby in the process, well maybe nobody will notice. Except that big and ugly does; "You really got a death wish, don't you kid." But Castivan, is already ducking through the crowd toward the entrance, his path sending him in the direction of the bar in the process, and if he accidentally bumps into anyone in the process of making his escape, well.

Moe is already infront of the counter now, and this time he has a smooth wooden stick in his hand. “My old fucking’ granny could read that!” he tosses back at Castivan, glaring through the throwing fists. “Or I can always offer the short version with this!” Yeah, ‘’this’’ being the wooden pole he has in hand. As for who Castivan bumps into? Well, T’gar was in the process of downing his mug when it suddenly goes flying out of his hand. What he sees instead is Castivan’s face in the bump. He looks momentarily annoyed as the ale gets all over his riding jacket, looking very much like he’s about the join the fray in knocking the young man down. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to exit a brawl better?” he tosses at Castivan instead, leaning pass him to pluck the wash rag from Moe’s shoulder.

"Well I did try waltzing out once." Cas manages glancing back over his shoulder, "Problem is I'm pretty sure those three over there aren't alone." Shifting to where T'gar's now in the path. "Stupid and ugly it's a winning combination," He calls as a taunt fueling the drunken rage of his pursuers even more. "50/50 split man if you want to help keep me from getting dead in the next thirty minutes." He calls to T'gar before bounding in the direction of the exit, stumbling over tables and people as he goes.

“Then instead of waltzing,” with heavy emphasis on the latter from T’gar as he wipes his jacket down, “and going right out into another fight, try the back? If you’re nice enough to Moe.” The taunting is not helping, either, and the bronzerider shakes his head at Castivan when he goads his pursuers. He’s still shaking his head at the offer and the young man heads on passed him snorting as Moe sidles up with one of the pursuers in hands and calls out, “Hey, that boy hasn’t even paid for those drinks! That 50/50 better be the split for what he owes me!” - “Typical,” Rat grunts as he slaps the washrag on the countertop. “Hey, Rat! Get that boy!” the bartender is being insistent and even said Rat’s returned look is not working. “Fine,” he relents, pushing back his stool and heading on out after Castivan in not much hurry at all.

He doesn't get the chance to explain that getting them ''out'' of the bar for Moe was the entire point. The whole fists outside thing. Granted might have been more effective if Cas had any sense of grace at all. Instead he lands himself outside with at least one of the pursuers hot on his heels and backed up against the cliff face. "Come on now, I'm not the one who was pulling a hustle man, that was all you guys." Trying to figure out a way out of the situation he'd backed himself into.

T’gar follows the wild and merry chase outside until he spies Castivan trapped. There’s the same wooden pole in his hand that he twirls while he whistles - likely having gotten it from Moe - his steps heavy but slow as he approaches the pursuer from behind. He could be aiming for a sneak attack, except - “You know,” he says, his Bitran accent a strong one, “I thought I saw you mother in there just now, heading towards the back with one of your friends.” He’s aiming it at the man pursuing Castivan, and it’s likely meant to be a sting. “How about you go on in there and take care of it while I have a chat with my new friend here?” He nods to Castivan.

Cas isn't entirely sure he wants to be T'gar's new friend, since the guy's got the stick and all. But since for the moment he seems to be on the Kiev trader's side he's not going to complain. Ugly turns planning to swing, at least until he see's the stick in T'gar's hands. Realizing that he's outnumbered two to one he spits into the sand. "This ain't over kid. Not by a long shot." He calls to Castivan as he's headed back into the bar, either to go back to drinking or get reinforcements. Cas curses under his breath, "I suppose I can hope he forgets after the bender, but I imagine He'll come looking for me soon enough." Still true to his work Cas fishes out a handful of marks stuffing them into the pouch at his belt before tossing the pouch containing the remainder at T'gar. "What I promised, and Moe's money for the drinks." He comments scrubbing his face as he glances nervously back at the bar.

T’gar snorts at the ugly man’s parting shot towards Castivan, watching him leave as he casually hefts the makeshift weapon. To Castivan’s comment, and the offer of marks, the bronzerider gives him a look before catching the tossed pouch. “Moe can wait,” is his comment on the man getting his money back. “I can’t. It’s going to take me a seven a get the smell of ale out of my jacket. This should compensate enough. You’ll just have to owe Moe for the rest.” The thief has a smile, at least, and he’s good-natured in gesturing out away from the bar before saying, “Looks like you need an escape plan. I can provide that. Free of charge.” Since he’s charging for everything else, it seems.

"Doesn't really seem like I have all that many options, does it?" The trader frowns, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. Shouts from inside the bar however add to the sense of urgency, "What's this plan of yours?"

“No, it doesn’t,” T’gar readily agrees with the young man’s first question. The shouts doesn’t seem to bother him - after all, he’s not the one in trouble - so once Castivan asks, there’s a light shrug and a, “Well, I’ve got a dragon. What better plan is there? I can drop you off at the Weyr in the Reaches where I’m at. What you do with your freedom from that point on is up to you, but….were I you, I would probably lay low under the skirts of a Weyr for awhile until this blows over.”

Castivan frowns, scrubbing at his chin. "I don't really see how I have any choice but to take you up on your offer." A muttered curse slips under his breath. "I'm going to regret this aren't I?" Looking himself over once as though considering what other options he might have had available.

“You always have a choice,” Rat lets him know, taking the start of a languid journey back towards his waiting dragon farther away. He seems to expect the other to follow. “Some choices just happens to be smarter than others.” Pause. “In any case,” he continues to say as he heads off toward Asaroth, “at least ‘’this’’ regret, you’ll live to see another day.”
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Logs talk:Give It Back

2016-07-04T14:23:24Z

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==Alida (01:30, 3 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

I don't know who's more insane: Drex or Silva. ;)
==Silva (16:44, 3 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

Drex. Because Silva has Zaisyreth who is as //stable// as they come.
==Squishy (07:23, 4 July 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

I. Loved. This.

Logs:Hungover Morning

2016-06-29T02:01:43Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis, Silva
|what=The morning after always comes after the night.
|where=Edyis' Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=15
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.28
|quote="Why shouldn't I care?"
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon edyis considering.jpg, Icon Silva Crying.jpg,
|log=It had been a long night, and Ed woke on the couch. The dragons have already been tended to and the smell of savory spices hangs in the air suggesting that a breakfast suited for hangovers is cooking on the hearth. Seated at the table is Edyis, already dressed, and reading over a stack of reports. There is a basin of hot water ready for washing and clean clothes sitting on the counter nearby.

Waking up, not quite sure where she's at, is something Silva's come to get use to over the last few sevens. It's weird, but at least the hangover is normal and what she expects? Silva reaches out for Zaisyreth - no matter how much she lost herself he always knew where she was. But he's totally not making sense right now. She's in someone's ''weyr''? She'll just lay here for a few more seconds and try to puzzle out what ''that'' means. Zaisyreth isn't backwards in providing the 411, and finally Silva opens bleary eyes and pushes herself up onto one arm. Vision matches what Zaisy is saying but… lots of ??What?? Still going on. Okay. Focus on the important thing. WHAT IS SHE WEARING?

"There are clean clothes on the counter and breakfast too. You best eat something, I imagine your skull feels like there's a dragon standing on it considering how much you drank last night." Edyis calls from over her reports without looking up. A green firelizard coiled about the back of her neck lazily flicking her tail.

Silva rubs at her eyes, trying to make it less blurry, and then slowly slides herself out of bed. She's delicate in every single way, but those clothes… wow. She is just going to get them OFF and then cast around. "My dress?" Silva, focusing on the important things. Until she remembers the cascade of bruises on her body and she reaches out to grab up a quilt. She hasn't quite connected the fact that obviously Edyis has seen them already probably, considering this is NOT her dress from the night before.

"Washbin is over there, so is the ointment for the bruises. The dress, well you'd best not wear it again before it gets a good wash. I've got some extra work clothes over there as well, just return them when you get a chance. My sister may be a weaver but she still charges me for things." Edyis notes lifting her mug of Klah, and flipping the next page in the report. "I took care of oiling Zaisyreth too, but the poor guy didn't sleep very well."

Silva rubs at her temple, as if the motion will somehow make everything sudden snap into clarity. It doesn't, and Silva doesn't miss Edyis' comment about bruises. Red flashes onto her cheeks and Silva is firmly going to look down at the floor. Slowly she moves away and towards the pile of clothes. Just clothes. There's an attempt to get more out of Zaisyreth beyond 'where is she' like 'what happened last night' and… nothing. Zaisyreth is not giving that up. Silva's going to have to ask the person~ "Thank you," a beat, "For Zaisyreth." She beings to pull on the clothing stiffly, covering up those bruises again. A hand touches her face and she winces at the feel of makeup left on overnight. Something to distract her, "Your… pillow, sorry." It's probably a mess right now. Clothing on Silva stands there, looking super lost. Which question should she start with?

"Don't worry about it. Akluseth insists on his guests getting tended to." A small smirk curling on her lips with the admission. << Scratches are the BEST >> As for the pillow, the scribe waves it off. "It will wash out, I think we were both too exhausted to care by the end of the night." Nevermind how ''that'' sounds. It seems Ed isn't completely devoid of mischief, as she seems to offer nothing about the night's events of her own accord.

There is food, Silva heard that, but there is a tight knot that is a solid NO on the whole eating thing. Drawing her tongue over teeth fuzzy as butt she makes a face then finally turns to Edyis, "This… wasn't where I expected to be?" Not quite a demand for answers but totally a question.

Ed's attention lifts from the report to study the younger rider, "And where did you expect to wake up?" Letting the bluerider stew for a bit as she shuffles the papers into order, propping an elbow on the table and her chin in hand.

Silva reaches up to her hair, and if it is possible, her lips twist even further. She settles on the edge of the bed and starts to undo some of the braids from the night before. It is a tangled mess, but she has… time? Carefully Silva will try to dodge the question, "Not your weyr.. or any weyr?" Zaisy, be helpful please, no? :( "You… followed me?" Seriously trying to remember.

"Sorry to disappoint then." Edyis notes, "We went dancing, you'd had a little too much to drink and rather than have you try to between in that state, Akluseth and I brought you two home." It is the truth, just with a few chunks omitted. "You really do need to go see the healers today. Before your choices end in keening."

"I never between drunk." Firmly Silva says this, and it has more of a time of truth then most. A hand comes up and she covers her bruised arm. "No one is going to ''die''," She snaps, eyes of the floor. "I just fell. A few times. It's just fun. "

"I think we both know that that kind of damage isn't just from a fall." Edyis notes, getting up and moving over to the counter to refill her mug. She braces against the counter eyes still focused on the younger bluerider. "I've hit rock bottom enough times myself to know what it looks like in someone else Silva." Her voice soft with the confession.

Silva's not ready to admit anything yet - well, not ready to admit anything sober. Her gaze pointedly avoids the brownrider and she bites her lip on what are probably snarky words. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not doing anything wrong." She kinda believes it. Kinda.

Edyis is silent, studying the bluerider. Whatever Silva's words indicate the sternness and concern remaining in the brownrider's expression leaves no doubts as to whether or not the scribe believes her. "It's my choice. No one's going to die. I am not doing anything wrong." The scribe echoes, "If you really believed that deep down why hide the bruises? Why is your lifemate always on edge out of concern for you? Why go to places where all people see is an easy lay?" It isn't meant to be as harsh as it sounds.

"They're just //bruises//." Silva's grasp on her tongue snaps and she has to pull it back in with visible effort. Eyes closed, deep breath, damn the stupid headache which is keeping her from doing them better. "I ''hide'' them so people don't ask me questions and make a big deal out something that ''isn't''." The other two questions don't get answered.

Edyis's lips press together, and she exhales slowly. "It isn't just bruises Silva. This isn't about having ''fun'' it is about something else, and I think deep down you know that. Whether or not you are willing to admit it to yourself or anyone else."

"What is it you expect me to say?" Silva slumps against the wall, letting it take on some of her weight. Except she hits a bruise and there's a wince that crosses her face. "What did I say last night to make you dig on this?" Suspicious Silva Tone there.

Edyis sets the mug down and picks up the salve crossing across the room. Gingerly she indicates for the bruised arm to be held out, and if Silva allows, she starts working the salve into the bruises gingerly. "This is stuff I got from one of the people who taught me self defense, it speeds the healing considerably." For a while she doesn't answer the question, and it seems as though she doesn't intend to but at last. "You told me that you were less mean when you were hurting. That you thought you were useless because you were pregnant, and that your dragon loves you." She frowns at the last. "You know he feels it too don't you? If I hurt, Akluseth feels it unless I block the pain from him."

Silva stands as her arm gets taken and the salve applied. Her expression shutters, helped by a cloak of hair which falls forward. "I block it from him." It comes quietly. "He's just worried because it is different. He'll forget he's worried if it's just normal."

"How can you block it from him when you are so intoxicated you can barely manage walking?" Edyis notes softly, focused on the task at hand. "It isn't normal, and it isn't fair to him, but it is pretty clear you seem content to self destruct at this point." It's a good slave and the effects are almost immediate. "What did you want, before you impressed I mean. What was your dream?"

Silva opens her mouth to try to refute what Edyis notes, but nothing comes out. Can she be sure she is blocking him out? But then- if she's too drunk to block him, is she too drunk to feel it? These are heavy thoughts. Silence as she works her way through them before she settles on the most disturbing one. What if she can't feel it… but Zaisy can? "I need to stop drinking so hard…." Comes out on the exhale of a breath. It could totally be taken as progress? A shake of her head, just a twitch. "I didn't have any." Dreams that is. "Like, not that lasted very long. I liked clothes but never had the patience to be a weaver or whatever."

It's a start at least. Edyis nod along, working on the rest of those bruises. "My sister is a Journeyman weaver, all the quilts you see in here are her work." There is a tilt of her head at the thought, "If it's something you still love, you could see about maybe someone teaching you. I think Telavi sews, and there's a whole wing of craft riders now. Might give you that additional sense of purpose, and something constructive to put your energy into, but it's just a thought."

Silva spares a glance at the quilts. "Pretty." It sounds more or less sincere. Closing her hand she pulls her arm away unless Edyis pulls it back. She'll keep the jagged almost-a-scar now on the palm to herself. "Why do you care?" Silva's asked this already today, but it bears repeating without the tang of confusion or anger which it had before.

Edyis doesn't resist when she pulls the arm away. Lidding the jar, and setting it back on the counter. "Why shouldn't I care?" Studying the bluerider with a tilt of her head.

"You can't answer with a question. I'm no one to you. There's no reason. It doesn't make sense." A brisk rub of her hand along the now salved-up arm, it's got that slightly-wet chilled feeling until the salve works its way under the skin.

"Can't I?" A smirk curling the edges of her mouth, as she sets about to tidying up the place. "I guess you could call it a fatal flaw of sorts. I am incapable of standing idly by, not when there is something I can do about a situation."

Silva rubs at her eyes again, then nods slowly, like she understands. "You think you can do something." It comes as a mutter, the words squished together. Pulling herself upright, "Thank you for the clothing. I'll get out of your hair." And she'll start to make tracks towards the doorway as brisk as hungover can manage. (It's not very brisk.)

Edyis shrugs, "I don't know if I can help or not. But I've been there before, more or less. There were people who helped me through it." She watches the hungover trek to the door. "If you want someone to talk to, or just a place to crash, you both are welcome back here any time." The Brownrider calls after her.

Silva's strained her ability to be polite to pretty much a breaking point. So it's one last "Thanks." before she's out, acknowledging the offer, but not committing to it. Zaisyreth adds his own quiet thank-you to the brown, careful of his oft volatile rider until her head stops pounding.
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Logs:Acts of Conscience

2016-06-27T13:38:26Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Silva,
|what=Edyis tracks down Silva and winds up getting way more trouble than she bargained for.
|where=Lucky Seven, Ista Weyr; Mad Smithcrafter's Den, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr, Ista Area
|custom=14D 2M 41T I10, spring afternoon
|day=14
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.26
|mentions=Quint, Z'kiel,
|type=Log
|ooc=Feel free to edit as needed.
|icons-new=Icon edyis Serious.jpg, Icon silva.jpg,
|desc=>---< The Lucky Seven, Ista Weyr(#700RJ) >-----------------------------------<

The main, double doors that lead in to the tavern are, as a rule, left

open, leading into the wide main room of the tavern. Directly across from

the entrance, stretched across the long back wall, stands the focus of the

room, indeed the entire building; the bar is made of a deep, red-brown

wood and polished to a heady shine and behind it shelves stand with rows

of clean glasses and tankards of all sizes and shapes. To the left of the

bar is a staircase that allows access to a mundane upper story, a single

hall lined with modest rooms for rent, and to the right is an arched

doorway leading to a darker gaming room. But most of the action happens

out in the middle, in among the haphazardly arranged tables and their

allotted chairs. Though there are a few feminine touches draped around, a

sage green curtain here or a coral red tablecloth there, when the tall

room is filled with people there is no mistaking the testosterone-driven

atmosphere of the place.

>---< Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#649R) >----------------<

There is ample room in both the couch and rider's living areas for

visitors to stretch out comfortably. A massive quilted curtain comprised

of rich greens, blues, golds and oranges hangs on a curved rod. The

curtain can be drawn closed for privacy between the two spaces whenever

desired or tied back out of the way.

Work-areas have been arranged around the room carved into the very cavern

walls themselves, each equipped with it's own curtians to hide the area

from view of visitors. The stations are comprised of exceptionally

spacious stone counter-tops, with stone shelves and tool hooks above.

Nearest the hearth, one of these counters contains a utilitarian sink with

a pump and copper piping attached disappearing up into the ceiling and

along the edge of the wall to the ledge outside where it discretely drops

off for drainage into the Bowl wall. If one follows the pipe through the

ceiling it leads to a large metal cistern tucked into a niche above the

entrance of the weyr.

Of the furnishings the bed is perhaps the most noticeable, Large, and

bolted into the ceiling by sturdy chains it can be raised and lowered via

another pulley system, and piled high with quilts and pillows in the same

rich blues and greens. A large overstuffed couch is settled in front of

the hearth and the rest of the furnishings, desk, table chairs and the

like either fold into the wall or into a niche to make more space when

needed.

From the ceiling dozens of wine and liquor bottles in various colors have

been converted to glow baskets, bathing the room in soft multi colored

light and hang at various lengths. The hearth is a large affair with an

actual oven carved into one of its walls and a metal grill that can be

pulled out over the flame for cooking. An assortment of large pots, dishes

and spices assorted for use. A nearby niche sports three medium sized

barrels tapped and stacked in a vertical rack. They sit next to an over

large wine cabinet that someone has recently painted with maps and scenes

from all over Pern. Perhaps the den of some mad former smithcrafter with

too much time on his or her hands during the interval, or perhaps more

recently an equally mad former scribe, obsessed with good vintages and

color.
|log=Evening has hit firmly, and as has been her MO for the last few sevens Silva is out and about, already tipsy with pre-drinking. Zaisyreth is left behind, a goodly ways away from the bar that Silva makes for. He doesn't follow her - or try to get closer, but the way he shifts in place hints at his discomfort. Silva's dressed to kill, though her last few outfits have had one distinctive characteristic, one long sleeve while the other is barely more than a spaghetti strap. Her low cut-back is cut with straps across that make getting a clear look of the skin below difficult, but it ''almost'' seems like there are some strange shadows there. At the doorway to the tavern, she stops, then reaches up to take off her dragonrider knot. Then bending, she tucks it a light jacket she carries.

Edyis has been subtle in her shadowing of the young bluerider, skills from a different life now serving in this one. Decked out in tightly fitted leather, sans knot there's not much to indicate she's a rider at all. Akluseth lands after the bluerider has already disappeared into the bar. Warm restless currents reaching out to the anxious blue, in ribbons of emerald and cerulean water. << Not to worry little bro. Ed will keep an eye on her. >> The brown offers as his rider slips off his neck and studies the blue a moment before following after.

Subtly is not something that anyone has ever accused Silva of being. She is completely ignorant of the rider following her, and while Zaisyreth loves her to distraction, he doesn't give even the ''slightest'' hint to his rider that she might not be alone. Instead, he'll send a dry breeze of thanks to the brown, and try to calm some of his agitation, limiting it to a small flick of his tail. With her ridership hidden Silva reaches up and pushes open the door. In what those who know her would see as a complete act Silva sways herself over to the bar and drapes herself upon it. Her whole posture is giving welcome to anyone who might slide into that opening.

Edyis hesitates for only a moment, before confident steps bear her to the bar, slipping almost silently into the stool next to Silva, and waving down the bartender. "So how long are you going to keep doing this to yourself?" Her soft soprano barely a whisper, as dark eyes fix on the young bluerider. "Not that I take issue with the whole free-spirited thing, but I think we both know that isn't what this is."

How much air can Silva get? They'll just test that question as the bluerider jerks herself upright and looks wide-eyed at the bluerider. A few blinks before she turns her back on the rest of the bar and hisses, "What are you ''doing''?" Her bare arm comes and settles across the other like she might be able to hide it more than the cloth upon it does.

"Me? I'm having a drink." Edyis answers blithely as her glass arrives. Dark eyes scanning the occupants of the bar in the process. "What are you ''doing''?" The brownrider returns lifting her glass to her lips.

Tipsy Silva isn't up to the task of serious logic puzzles like figuring out there's something more behind Edyis' statement that she's here for a drink. Silva eyes her, as her own drink gets delivered. It's a small but ''very'' strong drink, something that will have the small rider senseless if she's not careful. It'll get ignored, as she'll carefully try, "Drinking?" It worked for Edyis?

Edyis knows strong liquor when she sees it, but if she's concerned about Silva being senseless it doesn't show. "I noticed. Seems like you've been doing a fair bit of it lately, drinking that is." Setting the glass on the table and bracing both elbows there. Despite its bluntness, there's little of accusation in the statement. Rather a note of concern. "I can take guesses as to why, but you don't seem like the kind of girl who likes talking about, or admitting you have problems. Figure the least I can do is see to it you can get back home safely when you are done with whatever this is."

"And?" It's a bit of a belligerent response, too belligerent, and Silva abruptly pulls herself back from that ledge. Being less of a jerk is part of this new thing she's trying. Turning her face away she allows the brown lengths to fall over her face and hide her expression. "Sorry." It sounds sincere enough. "I'm fine. I don't always get back before dawn."

Ink-dark eyes focus on the bluerider brows drawn together. "It's okay, I've been there." Ed intones softly. "Maybe not the exact situation, but I think I can take a pretty good guess at what's going on. If you ''want'' to talk to someone about it that is. Otherwise, I can be bar buddy until you pick a fight with someone three times my size, then you are on your own." Her lips curling at the joke.

Silva is just going to reach up and twitch her hair back into place. She still hasn't taken a drink, but she does slide a look sideways. "So what do you think what is happening?"

"Well could be a couple things," Edyis notes lifting her glass. "Seems like you are trying to change ''something'' about yourself." Her gaze shifts back to the younger woman, "What I'm not entirely sure of, is just who it is you are trying to be."

Silva drags a finger along the edge of her glass, the slight ring it makes not reaching far beyond their ears. "Maybe I'm just being who I always was."

The brownrider considers that for a moment and tilts her head. "If it is who you always were, why does it take liquid courage for you to go on these little excursions? And why is it you always go to places where you think no one will know who you are?" Her soprano softens at the end, not carrying any farther than their seats.

Silva has no answer for that. But she WILL steel her nerves and reach down to that glass. Rather than take her time and maybe chicken out, Silva downs the drink and winces against the burn. "I can't explain it."

Edyis mms quietly, brows lifting slightly at the downing of the drink. "Try me."

Silva traces the edges of her now empty cup again. It'll take some time for that drink to hit, so tipsy is her head still. A stool gets moved over and Silva settles herself on the edge. "It's just... I know I'm not any use. For anything. But the other day," names will just get left, "it hit me that if I did... something different, maybe someone else would get something out of it."

Edyis listens quietly, nodding a little as the bluerider speaks. "What makes you say you aren't any use?"

Silva rolls her eyes. "Because I'm not. I was useless before I was searched. And even now I barely do anything of note. I told.." except Silva catches herself sharing too much and snaps her mouth closed. "And it's not... not fun. When I'm here, when... you know. I don't have to think then."

Edyis studies Silva for a long time. "You know before I stood," She starts taking a moment to find the words, "I was the middle daughter of a minor holder. I had wanted something more out of my life but I had always been too afraid to reach for it." There's a pause, and a frown, "If there's one thing I've learned since leaving home, it is that nobody is useless. Just because you don't have the power to do something big, doesn't mean that what you can do doesn't matter."

"I never thought like that. I was supposed to get married off, have babies, and that was it. I mean, I love Zaisyreth and wouldn't give him up but... there's nothing there but doing wing stuff and making it through the day. I've pretty much made myself completely unlikable." Alas, the alcohol which is making Silva speak too much. "At least my parents don't know."

"If those are the things you want, you can still do them you know. I mean the Weyr woman seems to be all over the spawning bit. Weyrmating isn't exactly marriage but there's a lot of strong couples out there. Have you tried talking to your Wingleader about it? Let him know you want something more?" She doesn't touch the comment on parents. "You think they wouldn't approve?"

"Yes, F'manis would totally be down with that. His most useless rider even //more// useless because she's pregnant." Firm eye roll. The strong drink Silva just downed is taking a hold, and Silva's tongue is only going to get looser. "I talked to someone and they told me how to make sure it doesn't happen. If it does. They don't know I ever impressed. We finally told them, my aunt, a bull shit story about how I'd met someone, but he had to leave, and it was too far to travel in the winter.... whatever. So they don't have to worry or whatever." Suddenly she straightens up, fixing her dress and turning her back on Edyis. "But like, none of it matters. I can get pretty, someone will admire me and if they want more then... whatever. I get something, they do too, win-win."

Ed's eyebrows creep upward a little more with every revelation. She is busy trying to process it all. Mention of pregnancy hardens her expression just a faint touch but mostly she just listens. Unsure of where to start first. "I am pretty sure they'd be more worried about you drinking yourself senseless in strange places than they would about your blue." But there's something, maybe guilt, hidden just at the edges of her expression.

If Silva remembers this the next day she's going to be seriously unhappy. But for right now... she's drunk and talking way too much. "It doesn't matter. Because they're never going to know. I can always switch when things have to happen in Tillek, and Jocelyn said she wouldn't say anything. So like, whatever. They'll never know either way." She's smoothing her dress down and the slits move just enough to show the bruises along her backside. "I want to dance." A swift change of topic.

Whatever Edyis wants to say to that, goes unsaid, but the bruises, those are about the last straw. "When was the last time you went to see a healer for those?"

"What?" Silva turns to look at Edyis, trying to focus on the other rider, but really starting to feel the alcohol. "Do you want to dance?" She holds out a hand to Edyis.

Edyis frowns, but slides off the barstool and accepts the hand, if for no other reason than to make sure the bluerider doesn't fall flat on her face. "You sure you are up to this?"

Silva tugs at Edyis, pulling her towards the middle of the floor. There's no music playing but that's okay, right? Totally normal. "Look, I promise, it feels good. Just... let it go. Okay?"

"That isn't - " she doesn't get the chance to finish as she gets tugged to the middle of the floor. The no music thing, however, that is problematic. She watches Silva's cue, expecting ... who knows what at this point.

For all her other faults, which are many, when Silva wants to she can be drop-dead beautiful. She puts on the show of carefree but not-so-innocent on very well. She'll let go of Edyis when they reach the middle and starts to dance. Hands in the air, swaying to a beat only she can hear, it's designed to do one thing - attract someone else to come. And it doesn't take long before two men break off, and then more, many turning to stare at Silva, and Edyis.

Never let it be said that Edyis is a total stick in the mud, she joins in, humming a melody at first before the humming breaks into singing. Still, she's not so lost to the song that she doesn't notice the men breaking off.

Not too long after the men break off, some shake their heads and go back to their conversations... and two stand up and approach the two women. They have a bit of a swagger as they come close, stopping just a foot away. "Need partners?" At least they're asking? Silva lets out a small giggle and chooses one of the men at random, and pulls him into her dance.

"Thanks but you aren't my type, Sorry," Ed notes with a saccharine smile, all the while keeping an eye on Silva. "And not to ruin the mood, but." She reaches to tug on Silva's wrist aiming to pull her in with a twirl. "I already have a partner." Dark eyes focusing on Silva, assessing how hard that drink has hit her.

Silva's three sheets to the wind and when Edyis pulls her away from her partner she stumbles right into the other rider's arms. The partner she'd been moving towards says a firm, "Hey!" as Silva looks up at Edyis. Edyis' partner takes being turned down in good enough humor and reaches for his buddy. "Leave the whores to themselves if they want."

If she didn't have a drunken bluerider to deal with, those might have been fighting words. Instead, she moves to spin the bluerider in a twirl. "We are leaving ''now''." Comes in a fierce murmur through clenched teeth. And if she tries to protest, well Ed seems prepared to throw Silva over her shoulder and carry her out. << Mine wants you to come home with us. >> Akluseth shares, an image of reaches and their ledge shared crisply.

Drunk as she is Silva hasn't forgotten ''why'' she came here. There's a need she hasn't had filled yet, and there's a longing in her look as she clings to Edyis. "I can't. I ''can't''. Not yet. There's nothing if I go back." Zaisyreth answers Akluseth in the affirmatively, trying, and failing to reach into Silva's mind and sway her, past the iron bars Silva's settled against his quiet and loving persuasion. Finally, he'll break Silva's confidence as only he can do in a moment of crisis, << She wants to hurt. >>

Whatever Akluseth shares of the conversation, whatever Silva's protests are, Ed isn't swayed. If anything her resolve is that much firmer scooping the bluerider over her shoulder unceremoniously and bearing her out of the bar. It isn't until they are halfway back on the path that Ed dares speak, a thin edge of something in her voice. A hardness mixed in. "You lost the right to destroy yourself the day you impressed ''him''."

Silva's going to struggle, she really does. But between being drunk and not being that physically impressive in the first place it probably doesn't do much good. "It's ''my'' choice! Edyis, please, please, just... please..." And slowly she's going to stop struggling and instead start crying.

The pleading falls on deaf ears, or at least it seems to as Akluseth lowers himself enough to help Ed get the bluerider on. She gives the blue a look, and again Akluseth shares the image clearly of home and their ledge. << Our weyr is pretty warm. >> And once they are assured of the blue's ability to follow safely it is a blink between and back into the air above reaches.

This is where training will kick in, and while Silva probably //could// have found a way to run... she doesn't. Instead, she hangs on, burying her face in the brown's back, and continuing to cry all the way back as Zaisyreth follows, silent again.

Landing dismounting and getting through the metal door doesn't take much effort, and Edyis guides if not carries the bluerider to the couch piled in colorful quilts while she starts the fire. Akluseth makes room in the dragon area and invites his buddy blue in closing the metal door once everyone's inside. After the fire's going Ed walks over and digs a pair of turquoise flannel pajamas out, with ovines embroidered on them and tosses them at Silva. "I'll have hot water in the basin shortly, but those should fit. If you want to hit something, the punching bag is over there." Ed thumbs in the direction of the patchwork leather bag hanging from a chain near the back. The green firelizard perched on the elaborate bookcase opens a jeweled eye to inspect the newcomers sleepily.

Silva allows the being taken into the weyr - three sheets to the wind yes, and unstable completely. At least she can follow directions, and at Edyis' Silva slowly begins to peel off her clothing. The purpose of that one long sleeve gets revealed when a cascade of bruises shows itself. They travel along her body, with more cuts and scrapes than a normal rider should have along her back and legs. It's a miracle that her one arm doesn't have bruises also from the way the rest of her looks. It's also clear the //amount// of makeup she's wearing, mostly because it's not dealing with her make-up well.

Ed's eyes go wide when she sees the damage. She goes to one of the shelves and pulls down a jar of salve, and sets it aside as well. "Use that on the bruises, Faranth, I thought I looked awful when I was first learning to fight. You need to see a healer in the morning." Moving back to pull some goods out of a basket. She drops several ingredients into a large soup pot, and sets it on the fire and adds another bucket to heat up for washing. That done Ed changes into a set of green flannel pajamas with fire lizards embroidered on them, but if watched it's likely Silva would get a good look at the tattoo's swirling over her upper body.

Silva slowly pulls on the clothing - no doubt she'll be aghast tomorrow when she wakes up and ''sees'' what she is wearing. (Silva cares about clothing.) The salve doesn't get put on, mostly because she's too busy curling up into a ball and hiding her eyes, as if Edyis can't see her if Silva can't see Edyis. Not before she sees the tattoo, but she doesn't comment ''just'' yet. Her shoulders move with tears that are now silent before, finally, "Why didn't you just leave me?"

"Because there are some ways in which we are very much alike, and because I'm selfish enough not to want to deal with the guilt of knowing what might have happened if I did leave you there." Her voice is soft, lacking the sharpness it bore earlier. A kettle is also hung on a hook over the hearth, and then the former scribe tugs down another of the plethora of quilts covering the weeping bluerider with it.

"It's all happened before." Which those bruises can attest. Surprise has Silva looking up at Edyis, tears still falling down her cheeks. "It's...." But what else can she say in the face of such obvious caring?

"You don't have to explain anything tonight if you don't want to." Edyis declares fetching two bowls and ladling the stew into them. She sets one on the table in front of the couch for Silva, keeping the other for herself. "Normally I'd offer wine but given the givens, I think tea is best."

But there's a clear difference between Quint asking when Silva's sober as she does a walk of shame, and drunk, settled in someone else's clothes, with warm tea, a blanket over her shoulders, and someone showing caring //in the moment//. "I'm a bitch." Just lead off with that. "Mean, self-centered... whatever." She takes the tea with one hand and opens her other in front of her. "But... when it hurts... I don't feel so mean."

Edyis hmms, stoking up the fire, before returning with two mugs of what smells like chamomile tea. "So you are punishing yourself for your bad qualities?" She murmurs, as though to ensure she understands the issue. "Adjusting to a life where your own wants and needs have to come secondary is challenging for anybody. "

Silva curls her hands around the tea, but she doesn't drink. Instead her head sinks lower and she'll just look into the rings on the surface of the liquid. The second has her raising her eyes up again, pure confusion. "What?"

"What you are doing." Edyis comments again slowly, settling herself on the other end of the couch. "getting yourself beat up like that, it isn't just your body or your choice anymore. That can be a hard thing to remember even after you've been impressed for two turns."

Still pure confusion here, and Silva's starting to show a few signs of sobriety. Just flashes. It's in pure question form as she offers forth, "Zaisy?"

Edyis nods. "His life is entirely dependent upon you. When a rider dies, is injured, or sick it has an impact on them." Her chin tilting to the brown who is still making sure the blue's got enough space to be comfortable. "Every choice you make you have to factor in his well being. The beautiful thing about dragons though is no matter how selfish you may have been, they are quick to forgive and don't hold much in the way of grudges."

Finally, life from Silva. "Zaisy ''loves'' me." Passion underwrites her words, no matter the fact that the words also come out slightly slurred. The tea gets carefully set down. "He's always loved me. And he lets me make my choices. Always."

"That has never been the question sweetheart. The question is do you love him enough to learn how to love yourself." The scribe finishes her bowl and gets up dropping it into the sink. "You are welcome to the couch, or the bed's probably big enough to fit four. Think about it, though, promise?"

"No, no. Zaisy loves me. ''Just'' me. Even when I'm a bitch. Or Mean. Or Self-centered. Zaisy loves me." This is a REALLY IMPORTANT POINT. Never mind her slurring the word loved. A tear streaks down her cheek again, but this time, it doesn't have the same frenzied taste to it that her previous tears had. Her head dips down against the couch's arm, and in a very small voice, "I don't want to be alone."

Edyis moves the lever that lowers the bed and pulls back the curtain separating the dragon living space from the human. "Make sure he knows not to cross the chalked line," Zaisy she must mean. "Akluseth got the pully system stuck once and I had to have Z'kiel come over and rescue me from my bed. Talk about embarrassing." Folding back the blankets and throwing a few more of the quilts on top of the chain suspended bed. Assuming that Silva's comment means she intends to use the bed.

Zaisyreth will hear this, and transmit to Edyis in understanding. In fact, he's just going to take up the stream of this conversation for Silva altogether. It's strange and uncomfortable, but he'll talk straight to Edyis. << She wants me to take her somewhere. >> Silva's trying to stand up, but she's managed to get herself tangled in the quilt Edyis has wrapped around her and is just going to end up on the floor. And tea. Tea is just going to go everywhere.

"Oh for Faranth's sake. You indulge her too much." She points accusatorially at the blue, "And she's not in any condition to go anywhere." The tea and the Silva tangle gets eyed. << Yeah, Ed's not budging on this one man. Sorry. >> Silva gets scooped up, and once it is determined that the quilt isn't soaked in tea (even if everything else is) She tucks the bluerider into the bed. "You can cuss me out in the morning."

Zaisyreth knows this, he really does. But it's not like he can reach in there and take his rider. So instead he'll just crouch there - probably awake all night, and wait with the patience of stone. Silva's done fighting. All done. In the bed, she'll cover her head with a blanket and fall into some of the most restless sleep ever. In her make-up. Oh dear.
}}

Logs:Acts of Conscience

2016-06-27T13:17:22Z

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Logs:Fucking Harpers

2016-06-25T05:41:19Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis
|what=Shortly after an encounter with Silva and Quint, Edyis comes to a decision.
|where=Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr
|custom=8D 2M 41T I10, winter night
|day=8
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.24
|mentions=Silva, Quint,
|type=Vignette
|ooc=Immediately after Throwing buses. http://ncmush.net/Logs:Throwing_Buses
|icons-new=Icon edyis wary.png,
|log=The walk to the workout room was a short one. Stripping out of her flight jacket and the sweater she wore over the sleeveless undershirt, Ed made a beeline for the punching bag.

''Don't get involved.'' She told herself as her fists struck the bag. ''Nothing good ever comes from getting involved. You should just report it and be done. ''

And just who the hell did the Harper think he was anyway? Who did he think ''she'' was, to expect that Edyis could do anything about a rider spiraling dangerously towards self-destruction?

''It isn't your problem.'' Edyis reminded herself letting her fists thud hard into the bag again, launching volley after vicious volley of blows.

What would the potential cost of doing nothing be?

"Fucking Harpers." She muttered, gathering her things and heading out the door.

She had a bluerider to track down.
}}

Logs:Fucking Harpers

2016-06-25T05:39:35Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis
|what=Shortly after an encounter with Silva and Quint, Edyis comes to a decision.
|where=Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr
|custom=8D 2M 41T I10, winter night
|day=8
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
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|type=Vignette
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|icons-new=Icon edyis wary.png,
|log=The walk to the workout room was a short one, stripping out of her flight jacket and the sweater she wore over the sleeveless undershirt. Ed made a beeline for the punching bag.

''Don't get involved.'' She told herself as her fists struck the bag. ''Nothing good ever comes from getting involved. You should just report it and be done. ''

And just who the hell did the Harper think he was anyway? Who did he think ''she'' was, to expect that Edyis could do anything about a rider spiraling dangerously towards self-destruction?

''It isn't your problem.'' Edyis reminded herself letting her fists thud hard into the bag again, launching volley after vicious volley of blows.

What would the potential cost of doing nothing be?

"Fucking Harper." She muttered, gathering her things and heading out the door.

She had a bluerider to track down.
}}

Logs:Fucking Harpers

2016-06-25T05:21:34Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis
|what=Shortly after an encounter with Silva and Quint, Edyis comes to a decision.
|where=Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr
|custom=8D 2M 41T I10, winter night
|day=8
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.24
|mentions=Silva, Quint,
|type=Vignette
|ooc=Immediately after Throwing buses. http://ncmush.net/Logs:Throwing_Buses
|icons-new=Icon edyis wary.png,
|log=The walk to the workout room was a short one, stripping out of her flight jacket and the sweater she wore over the sleeveless undershirt. Ed made a beeline for the punching bag. Halting just long enough to wrap her hands and undo her boots before starting in on the leather bag.

''Don't get involved.'' She told herself as her fists struck the bag. ''Nothing good ever comes from getting involved. You should just report it and be done. ''

And just who the hell did the Harper think he was anyway? Who did he think ''she'' was, to expect that Edyis could do anything about a rider spiraling dangerously towards self-destruction?

''It isn't your problem.'' Edyis reminded herself letting her fists thud hard into the bag again, launching volley after vicious volley of blows.

What would the potential cost of doing nothing be?

"Fucking Harper." She muttered, gathering her things and heading out the door.

She had a bluerider to track down.
}}

Logs:Fucking Harpers

2016-06-25T05:20:58Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis
|what=Shortly after an encounter with Silva and Quint, Edyis comes to a decision.
|where=Workout Room, High Reaches Weyr
|custom=8D 2M 41T I10, winter night
|day=8
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.24
|mentions=Silva, Quint,
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|icons-new=Icon edyis wary.png,
|log=The walk to the workout room was a short one, stripping out of her flight jacket and the sweater she wore over the sleeveless undershirt. Ed made a beeline for the punching bag. Halting just long enough to wrap her hands and undo her boots before starting in on the leather bag.

''Don't get involved.'' She told herself as her fists struck the bag. ''Nothing good ever comes from getting involved. You should just report it and be done. ''

And just who the hell did the Harper think he was anyway? Who did he think ''she'' was, to expect that Edyis could do anything about a rider spiraling dangerously towards self-destruction?

''It isn't your problem.'' Edyis reminded herself letting her fists thud hard into the bag again, launching volley after vicious volley of blows.

What would the potential cost of doing nothing be?

"Fucking Harper." She muttered, gathering her things and heading out the door.

She had a bluerider to track down.
}}

Logs:Throwing Buses

2016-06-25T05:15:24Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis, Quint, Silva,
|what=Silvia's drunk, again. Quintus is concerned, Edyis gets thrown under a bus.
|where=Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|custom=8D 2M 41T I10, winter night
|day=8
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.24
|type=Log
|ooc=Feel free to edit as needed.
|icons-new=Icon edyis i dare you.jpg, Icon quint.jpg, Icon Silva Sardonic.jpg,
|desc=>---< Hatching Galleries, High Reaches Weyr(#290RJs) >-----------------------<

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.

Commands: +list/eggs | +view/egg <#>

-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------

Edyis F 23 5'4" slight, brown hair, brown eyes 0s

Quint M 31 6'3 lean, dark blond hair, blue eyes 1s

----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------

Sands Bowl

>------------------------------------------< 8D 2M 41T I10, winter night >---<
It is a winter night, 18:53 of day 8, month 2, turn 41 of Interval 10.
|log=Perhaps it is all the better that there are no eggs on the sands or brooding queens to guard them since it leaves the galleries as a good place to get out of the Reachian weather. It is still early in the evening, but the galleries are not completely abandoned, A brown sleep on one of the upper ledges and Edyis herself is seated in the front rows of seats usually reserved for dignitaries, slate in hand and a bottle nearby a stack of mostly completed paperwork.

Indeed, the brownrider is not the only one seeking a quiet and -- more rarely these days -- warm place in which to pass the evening. With a cheerful humming, broken up with tapping of hands to his thigh and a pause now and then, Quint passes -- albeit slowly -- down the stairs, his progress halted by his apparent urge to lift his hide and make some notations as if to catch whatever creation stirs in his thoughts.

It is the sound that draws the brownrider's attention as she reaches for the cup nearby, looking up from her slate to scan the gallery for the source. Her lips curl faintly as she spots the harper, and it's only if and when he comes within earshot that she offers a greeting. "Journeyman Quintus, Nice to see you."

More humming follows, and the Journeyman frowns distractedly a moment, head bent over his hide, before his attention and gaze turns to Edyis. By the time he does, he's smiling easily in companionable greeting: "Brownrider Edyis," he greets, affable enough as if they only last spoke yesterday. With a gesture towards a spare piece seat near her -- unoccupied by bottle or paperwork -- he asks, "Mind some company?"

"Certainly." She answers his inquiry lifting the cup again to her lips and directing her attention at the last line, where her sleeve smudges out what had been written on the slate. That done she's quick to corral her paperwork into a more neat pile. "One nice thing about the sands, it's warm in here no matter the ice and snow outside. Working on a new song?" She wonders, glancing over at the Harper with a warm smile.

"Yes," the harper answers glibly, "And no." Whether the answers are given as comment or response to her questions might not be apparently clear, but that can be attributed to Quint's distraction rather than any failing on his part; he's staring down at his hide, folding it up after a moment and turning his full attention to the brownrider. "I'd have thought you'd go ''south'' for somewhere warm. It's only us non-riders that find it harder to sneak away for an hour or two," he says, ruefully, though not precisely ''regretfully''.

Edyis chuckles softly. "We do on rest days sometimes, given the right occasion or company. " Glancing over the slate one more time before she is apparently satisfied with it, and tucks it into her bag, turning her full attention on the harper. "Usually, though non-riders can charm someone into taking them south or at least that seemed to be the case before I impressed."

Quint makes a briefly surprised noise. "I'd have thought more... sneak away for an evening in the sun, and less, ''planned event day''. But I suppose different people find their enjoyments in different ways," the harper muses, glancing in the direction of the sands for a moment. He and Edyis are seated down in the front row of the galleries, chatting easily. The harper has a hide curled on his lap, fingers tapping it briefly before he answers the latter: "Well, yes. But then there's the threat of ''abandonment'' and a cruel, foreign land, you understand -- not exactly the same thing!"

"We do that too when I'm not behind on reports." She grins, digging in the bag and fetching out a small wooden cup, gesturing to the bottle offering him a drink if he wishes. At abandonment, Edyis laughs throatily. "I'd have thought a Harper would be immune to such a thing, but I suppose not."

Silva's drunk. But not like, fall down drunk, yet, just a buzzed. It's enough to make her walk a little unsteady on her high-heels as she enters the warm area of the sands. She grips a railing tightly with one hand to stay upright, and sweeps a length of hair out of her eyes and then oh, "Hey. Edyis. Quint." Yeah, that's totally normal.

"Huh," the harper exhales in surprise, though when the drink is offered Quint holds up a hand, despite regretful expression, "Thank you, no. I have a class of ''very'' young, and ''very'' loud and demanding children first thing in the morning tomorrow. Have to be," he taps his head, half turning as his name is called. His expression flickers between shock, then disappointment and resignation, before finally settling into something a bit more neutral. "Silva," he replies, head tipped as he stands, gesturing for Silva to take his seat. "Sit down and talk with us, won't you?"
Edyis's brows knit together as she watches the wobbling gait of the bluerider. Eyes focus sharply and she's stuffing her corked bottle and empty cups into her bag along with the completed paperwork deftly and pushing the lot neatly under her seat. "Yes, plenty of room." Dark eyes scanning the younger woman as though assessing for possible damage.

Silva tucks her hair back behind an ear and wobble-steps her way down to their level. The disappointment in Quint's eyes registers, but Silva will just steel herself against that. "I didn't expect to see anyone here." She looks like she is on her way OUT, but just hasn't made it there yet.

The way the harper stands might be apparent to the observant as being ready to brace the unsteady rider as she nears, though there's nothing of his earlier expressions in Quint's gaze, now. "Well, now that you ''are'' here, perhaps you can give Edyis some advice on the best places to go south for warmth?" It's a conversation point, a distraction, and a deliberate one, as he gestures towards the seat.

Quint might be able to wipe the disappointment from his expression, Edyis isn't quite able to completely dissolve the concern from hers. There's a glance to the harper's question, and then the former scribe, smiles. "I'm always looking for new places to visit, Akluseth likes the sense of adventure that comes with it. You look like you just got back from somewhere in fact?"

Silva takes Quint's arm, but tries not to put //too// much pressure on it. Instead she settles herself on her bum quickly, tucking one foot under her, and twitching her tight bodice into place a little bit further down. No matter that it shows her breasts a little bit more. "No, I was heading more... north. Ocean side a little." A glance at Edyis for this bit of honesty, "But it's not the warmest place. Sorry."

Expressionless, except for a flicker of concern, Quint's posture marginally relaxing only when Silva is seated. He moves towards the railing, leaning there and regarding the pair. "Ocean, mm? Well -- that's nice." The harper is most definitely not looking at Silva's breasts, no, though it's hard not to ''notice'' since the movement briefly draws his gaze. "Silva," he exhales a breath, and thoughts pass briefly across his features and remain unspoken. "Maybe Edyis can take a night off paperwork and go with you?" he says, completely throwing the poor brownrider under the metaphyiscal bus, instead.

Edyis had been thinking about how to signal to the harper for help with the situation, she hadn't completely expected to be thrown under the bus. "I'm sure you could convince Quint to join us as well, just a few hours wouldn't hurt. We could even head to a nice stretch of Ista or Southern instead, Akluseth doesn't mind extra passengers." If she's going down she's happy to take the harper with her, or at least attempt to do so. "Quint was just expressing his frustration at the fact that non-riders get stuck with the chill and snow in fact."

Dragon> To Zaisyreth, Akluseth projects << Looks like Yameraeth might be going glowy. >> Utterly nonchalant, the brown makes his greeting. << Might be worth sticking around. >>

Um. Silva freezes in place for a moment when Quint invites Edyis onto her own outing which she is 100% sure the harper would NOT APPROVE OF. Quick, look down on her nails to buy her some time, until Edyis gives her an out which the girl grabs onto with both hands. "You know, I'm kinds of, you know, expected alone. It would be a little rude to just show up, but, um, you two could go find something?"

Dragon> To Akluseth, Zaisyreth projects << A strange silence from the blue, his mind uncharacteristically is stormy with all emotions hidden within the swirling clouds above. >>

"Oh," the harper shakes his head, "You wouldn't want an old man like me following you around -- it would defeat the whole point of a night out," Quint says in such a well-practiced way that he's undoubtedly said it many times before. He lifts a hand, correcting: "Not frustration. ''Observation''. I, myself, don't much mind the snow, all told." Silva's response earns a considering look from the harper. "Mm, well. I thought you two might have fun together, that's all. Perhaps you can arrange something another time, then?"

When Silva can't see Edyis glares at the harper, but unfortunately Telepathy only works on dragons, "I don't mind tagging along," She concedes, "And it's only rude if you don't bring something to the party." Which the scribe feels pretty confident about not being an issue.

Dragon> To Zaisyreth, Akluseth projects. The seas below the sky reflect the turmoil above, yellow crustaceans skittering along in question. << Something troubling you little bro? >>

"Thanks, but I really probably should. But we SHOULD," Silva perks up at that, because it allows it to be ''later'' and not tonight-tonight when Silva's gotten herself drunk enough to finally dare this particular venture. She pushes herself to her feet with a too-bright-to-be-real smile. "I really probably should go. I just wanted to get a little ''warm'' before going!" And... she's just going to try to slliiddeee out now.

Either Quint is ignoring -- or adept at blithely pretending -- he's not aware of the look the brownrider is directing towards him. Instead, he's pleased by Silva's enthusiasm: "You should," he agrees, earnestly, even if the reaction is dimmed slightly by her immediate bail-out afterwards. He watches her attempt to leave, thoughtful and silent -- a rare specimen: a harper without a parting shot.

Edyis isn't going to stop her it seems, and lets the girl escape, for now. The expression she wears suggests however that that is definitely not the end of the issue. Though it may be for the night. She offers a wave in farewell or acceptance offers a wave in farewell or acceptance.

Silva, greatful for being released, gives off another one of those smiles. "We'll get together soon-soon, okay?" And then, wobbly or not, she's going to be out. And Zaisyreth, to the question poised by Akluseth that this player is too tired to try to pro for fear of FAIL, simply hides himself deeper in the storm of his mind.

There's a tightness around Quint's eyes for a moment, but he's silent until the sounds of Silva's unsteady steps have fully faded. Only then does he shift his gaze to Edyis. "It'd be... I'd be greatful if you can spend some time with her. She really needs some friends her own age, and I--" he frowns after the greenrider. "She's not in a good place, right now, but not ready to come back from it yet, either. Be nice for her to have someone to talk to." There's an unspoken apology in the words for volunteering Edyis, but not so apologetic that he retracts it.

Edyis glares at the harper. "I don't mind helping, but I have a feeling the situation that I was getting thrown into might have been a little bit beyond what I could comfortably handle alone." Frowning as her gaze trails after the girl. "That's the second time I've seen her like that and she doesn't want to talk to me about her problems. I'm fairly sure she doesn't think she has any. " Rubbing a hand over her face those dark eyes focus on the Harper. "You can't help someone who doesn't want to be saved."

"Of course she doesn't want to talk about her problems. She's ''not'' thinking -- that's the whole point," Quint says, passing a hand over his tired features. "I'm not asking you to be a mind healer, to get in her head. Just be a friendly face in places where she's a stranger." His lips thin briefly, before he exhales.

Edyis tugs the strap of her bag causing the contents to clink. She exhales sharply shaking her head. "You still have the wrong person for the job. Nothing good will come out of me getting involved if anything it is likely to exacerbate the situation." Still, it isn't an outright no as the scribe pulls to her feet.

There's plenty of counter arguments to be had -- the moment stretches and passes in silence on the harper's end, however, backed only by a heavy regard. "As you will," is all Quint says, unwilling to press. "My apologies for putting you in an uncomfortable situation. Good evening to you, then," with a nod, as he mushes away from the railing and his long legs carry him towards the steps.

Edyis says, "You were concerned about her. Rightly so." Is all Ed says for the apology, watching him walk away. And instead of leaving she resettles herself into the chair with a sigh, looking out at the sands, and stays there for quite some time in contemplative silence after.
}}

Logs:Twenty Four

2016-06-22T07:35:57Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, edyis{{!}}Akluseth
|what=A birthday is almost forgotten, but the really important things aren't.
|where=Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=22
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.21
|quote=« You asked if they were happy. »
|mentions=Jo, Alida, N'rek, Drex,
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth dreaming.jpeg, Icon edyis comfort.jpeg,
|desc=There is ample room in both the couch and rider's living areas for
visitors to stretch out comfortably. A massive quilted curtain comprised
of rich greens, blues, golds and oranges hangs on a curved rod. The
curtain can be drawn closed for privacy between the two spaces whenever
desired or tied back out of the way.

Work-areas have been arranged around the room carved into the very cavern
walls themselves, each equipped with it's own curtians to hide the area
from view of visitors. The stations are comprised of exceptionally
spacious stone counter-tops, with stone shelves and tool hooks above.
Nearest the hearth, one of these counters contains a utilitarian sink with
a pump and copper piping attached disappearing up into the ceiling and
along the edge of the wall to the ledge outside where it discretely drops
off for drainage into the Bowl wall. If one follows the pipe through the
ceiling it leads to a large metal cistern tucked into a niche above the
entrance of the weyr.

Of the furnishings the bed is perhaps the most noticeable, Large, and
bolted into the ceiling by sturdy chains it can be raised and lowered via
another pulley system, and piled high with quilts and pillows in the same
rich blues and greens. A large overstuffed couch is settled in front of
the hearth and the rest of the furnishings, desk, table chairs and the
like either fold into the wall or into a niche to make more space when
needed.

From the ceiling dozens of wine and liquor bottles in various colors have
been converted to glow baskets, bathing the room in soft multi colored
light and hang at various lengths. The hearth is a large affair with an
actual oven carved into one of its walls and a metal grill that can be
pulled out over the flame for cooking. An assortment of large pots, dishes
and spices assorted for use. A nearby niche sports three medium sized
barrels tapped and stacked in a vertical rack. They sit next to an over
large wine cabinet that someone has recently painted with maps and scenes
from all over Pern. Perhaps the den of some mad former smithcrafter with
too much time on his or her hands during the interval, or perhaps more
recently an equally mad former scribe, obsessed with good vintages and
color.
|log=Time had gotten away from her again, Edyis realized as she found the bottle sitting on her ledge. Popping the cork as she stepped inside the weyr proper she could only guess at who had left it, but the vintage was of an excellent quality. A soft snort escaped as she stripped out of her flight gear and set the bottle on the counter. Half expecting the giver to be inside waiting for her, but the room was empty save for the firelizard dozing on the bookcase and the dragon making his way over to his couch.

<>

The brownrider shook her head, stripping off the leather flight jacket and hanging it on its hook nearby with a snort. "Thank you for the thought, but I can keep my own bed warm. And knowing you, you'd pick someone awkward." Peeling the tunic from her ink-stained skin and tossing it into the laundry bin, filling the basin and stoking up the fire.

<< You haven't minded the last few we caught. >>

Edyis laughed, "Flights are one thing Ak, and really I'm fine. Just tired." dipping a cloth into the basin and ringing it out before pressing it to her neck and shoulders. "Not like we need mayhem and debauchery on every turnday. Won't kill me to stay in for this one. There'll be another next turn."

The brown cocked his head, studying his lifemate in the firelight. << You are happy now, aren't you Edyis? >>

The use of her full name caught her attention, almost as much as the question itself. "You know my moods better than anyone. Why bother asking?"

A warm rush of sea wind brushed her thoughts. << ''Because'' I know your moods better than anyone. >>

She contemplated that for a minute. "Snowdrift is working out for us. I mean, we belong there now don't we? Might never see a wingsecond knot, but I'd like to believe that we are good at what we do. Business has been good too, more saved up than I know what to do with at the minute. Life has been peaceful."

<< You were curious about the smelly one's kids. >>

Edyis nearly choked with laughter, "Drex?"

<< You asked if they were happy. >>

Her expression turned contemplative as she finished washing in the basin, dumping the dirty water into the sink and fetching one of her favorite sets of pajamas from their place on the shelf. "I just wondered what it would have been like is all. Since it isn't something I can do, I was curious."

Akluseth stared at her, before settling on his couch, nose pointed inward where he could keep watch. << You won't try to have one, will you? After what the healers told you? >>

Edyis shook her head, moving over to rest a hand on the dragon's muzzle. "Are you worried that I might?"

<>

"I won't." She wrapped her arms around his neck, or as much of it as she could manage anyway. "I have you. That is enough to make me happy, more than any job or lover or child ever could."

Akluseth could feel it in the warmth of her thoughts, the strength of her arms around his neck. She truly meant it. And sleepily he imagined that the rush of warmth and joy that burst across his thoughts was the same as what he'd felt all those turns ago when he first tumbled into her path. He drifted to sleep, dreaming of cracking shells, joyous first meetings, and the beginnings of partnerships that would last a lifetime.
|Categories=Bromance Logs, Dragon Logs, Turnday Logs
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Logs:Twenty Four

2016-06-22T07:31:46Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis, edyis{{!}}Akluseth
|what=A birthday is almost forgotten, but the really important things aren't.
|where=Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=22
|month=2
|turn=41
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.06.21
|quote=« You asked if they were happy. »
|mentions=Jo, Alida, N'rek, Drex,
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth dreaming.jpeg, Icon edyis comfort.jpeg,
|desc=There is ample room in both the couch and rider's living areas for
visitors to stretch out comfortably. A massive quilted curtain comprised
of rich greens, blues, golds and oranges hangs on a curved rod. The
curtain can be drawn closed for privacy between the two spaces whenever
desired or tied back out of the way.

Work-areas have been arranged around the room carved into the very cavern
walls themselves, each equipped with it's own curtians to hide the area
from view of visitors. The stations are comprised of exceptionally
spacious stone counter-tops, with stone shelves and tool hooks above.
Nearest the hearth, one of these counters contains a utilitarian sink with
a pump and copper piping attached disappearing up into the ceiling and
along the edge of the wall to the ledge outside where it discretely drops
off for drainage into the Bowl wall. If one follows the pipe through the
ceiling it leads to a large metal cistern tucked into a niche above the
entrance of the weyr.

Of the furnishings the bed is perhaps the most noticeable, Large, and
bolted into the ceiling by sturdy chains it can be raised and lowered via
another pulley system, and piled high with quilts and pillows in the same
rich blues and greens. A large overstuffed couch is settled in front of
the hearth and the rest of the furnishings, desk, table chairs and the
like either fold into the wall or into a niche to make more space when
needed.

From the ceiling dozens of wine and liquor bottles in various colors have
been converted to glow baskets, bathing the room in soft multi colored
light and hang at various lengths. The hearth is a large affair with an
actual oven carved into one of its walls and a metal grill that can be
pulled out over the flame for cooking. An assortment of large pots, dishes
and spices assorted for use. A nearby niche sports three medium sized
barrels tapped and stacked in a vertical rack. They sit next to an over
large wine cabinet that someone has recently painted with maps and scenes
from all over Pern. Perhaps the den of some mad former smithcrafter with
too much time on his or her hands during the interval, or perhaps more
recently an equally mad former scribe, obsessed with good vintages and
color.
|log=Time had gotten away from her again, Edyis realized as she found the bottle sitting on her ledge. Popping the cork as she stepped inside the weyr proper she could only guess at who had left it, but the vintage was of an excellent quality. A soft snort escaped as she stripped out of her flight gear and set the bottle on the counter. Half expecting the giver to be inside waiting for her, but the room was empty save for the firelizard dozing on the bookcase and the dragon making his way over to his couch.

<>

The brownrider shook her head, stripping off the leather flight jacket and hanging it on its hook nearby with a snort. "Thank you for the thought, but I can keep my own bed warm. And knowing you, you'd pick someone awkward." Peeling the tunic from her ink-stained skin and tossing it into the laundry bin, filling the basin and stoking up the fire.

<< You haven't minded the last few we caught. I'm sure one of them would love to come over. >>

Edyis laughed, "Flights are one thing Ak, and really I'm fine. Just tired." dipping a cloth into the basin and ringing it out before pressing it to her neck and shoulders. "Not like we need mayhem and debauchery on every turnday. Won't kill me to stay in for this one. There'll be another next turn."

The brown cocked his head, studying his lifemate in the firelight. << You are happy now, aren't you Edyis? >>

The use of her full name caught her attention, almost as much as the question itself. "You know my moods better than anyone. Why bother asking?"

A warm rush of sea wind brushed her thoughts. << ''Because'' I know your moods better than anyone. >>

She contemplated that for a minute. "Snowdrift is working out for us. I mean, we belong there now don't we? Might never see a wingsecond knot, but I'd like to believe that we are good at what we do. Business has been good too, more saved up than I know what to do with at the minute. Life has been peaceful."

<< You were curious about the smelly one's kids. >>

Edyis nearly choked with laughter, "Drex?"

<< You asked if they were happy. >>

Her expression turned contemplative as she finished washing in the basin, dumping the dirty water into the sink and fetching one of her favorite sets of pajamas from their place on the shelf. "I just wondered what it would have been like is all. Since it isn't something I can do, I was curious."

Akluseth stared at her, before settling on his couch, nose pointed inward where he could keep watch. << You won't try to have one, will you? After what the healers told you? >>

Edyis shook her head, moving over to rest a hand on the dragon's muzzle. "Are you worried that I might?"

<>

"I won't." She wrapped her arms around his neck, or as much of it as she could manage anyway. "I have you. That is enough to make me happy, more than any job or lover or child ever could."

Akluseth could feel it in the warmth of her thoughts, the strength of her arms around his neck. She truly meant it. And sleepily he imagined that the rush of warmth and joy that burst across his thoughts was the same as what he'd felt all those turns ago when he first tumbled into her path. He drifted to sleep, dreaming of cracking shells, joyous first meetings, and the beginnings of partnerships that would last a lifetime.
|Categories=Bromance Logs, Dragon Logs, Turnday Logs
}}

Logs talk:AU: What's Love Got To Do With It

2016-06-20T01:46:38Z

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==Squishy (18:46, 19 June 2016 (PDT)) said... ==

This made me chuckle. I think I like the dirty pirate better though.

Logs:Twenty Three

2016-03-05T19:03:09Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Edyis{{!}}Akluseth
|what=Turndays lead to reflection, and eventually action.
|where=Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|day=22
|month=2
|turn=40
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.03.05
|quote="What can I say, I'm a greedy, self-centered bitch."
|mentions=N'rek, Jo, Alida, Jocelyn
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon edyis akluseth hopeful.jpg, Icon edyis comfort.jpeg,
|log=She hissed as the brush caught a tangle, working the bristles through the dark curls that had finally grown back after a handful of turns. Still the woman who looked back at her from the clouded mirror hadn't been a person Edyis recognized in turns. The angles of her face had grown sharper, the softness of childhood all but gone from them. There were creases too. Faint but there in the lines of her brow, and at the edges of her eyes. She let the curls tumble loosely over her shoulder, over the lines and whorls of ink she'd had etched into her skin over the course of the turns. Each held its own sense of meaning, it's own mark of the progress of the turns.

<< You aren't ''that'' old Ed. >> Akluseth chimed in, his watery tenor rushing over her thoughts like a tide concealing a dangerous reef. The play of light in the water softening the edges of the rocks.

"I don't believe I used the term old." Ink black eyes shifting to her lifemate as the corner of her mouth curled unbidden.

<< Pa-tay-Toe, pah-tah-toe. >> The brown smirked, << You were moping regardless. >>

"I don't mope."

<< Liar. Liar. >> The brown singsonged in a wash of silvery bubbles. << How does the rest of the littles' song go? Pants on fire? You always mope when things don't go according to whatever plan you have in your head. >>

"There hasn't been a plan since we graduated." She reminded him.

<< And yet here you are, moping. >>

Edyis stiffened, and stopped just shy of pelting the brown with the hairbrush when she caught the gleam in his eyes and what could only be deemed a smirk on the brown's lips.

<< You are only mad because it's true. >> The brown replied, leaving Edyis alone with her thoughts as she finished braiding her hair back and tugging on her clothes.

''"I'm only tired of wanting the impossible."'' She verbally shot at the brown as she donned her flight gear.

The list of impossible things she could never have, scrolled through her brain, and she cursed her own greed silently as she adjusted the knot at her shoulder. Knots that no longer existed, children that could never be, tasks that would never fall to her shoulders, people that couldn't come back from the dead, Relationships that couldn't be salvaged either due to pride or her own incompetence.

<< Moping. >>

Edyis snorted, "What can I say, I'm a greedy, self-centered bitch."

<< Not inaccurate, but not quite the terms I'd have used. You also forgot overly ambitious, insensitive, stubborn, dramatic ... >>

"Thank you for that." She scowled as she finished tugging on her boots.

<< It isn't like our lives are even half over Ed. >> The brown felt the need to point out. Arranging himself so that she could start in on attaching his straps. << Not everything you want is impossible either. Just can't happen the way you want or expect it to. >>

Edyis thought about it as she tightened down the straps. "So you are saying I'm selfish, ''and'' ungrateful."

<< I'm saying you think entirely too much, and that maybe you need an outlet that allows you to think less, or keeps you focused on something else. Rum running doesn't count. Flight-sex only works temporarily. I mean I'm awesome, but I don't think I can catch ''that many'' greens to keep you constantly distracted. >> Not that the brown was adverse to trying.

A dark brow lifts quizzically at the brown. "Now I need to get laid?"

<< Well it couldn't hurt. >> Akluseth notes, << But what I mean is that you need something new to focus on, before you drive me nuts with your moping. >>

Edyis shook her head as she mounted, and the pair launched into the sky. But, just maybe the brown had a point.
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Logs:Twenty Three

2016-03-05T19:02:10Z

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{{Log
|who=Edyis, Edyis{{!}}Akluseth
|what=Turndays lead to reflection, and eventually action.
|where=Mad Smithcrafter's Den Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|day=22
|month=2
|turn=40
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.03.05
|quote="What can I say, I'm a greedy, self-centered bitch."
|mentions=N'rek, Jo, Alida, Jocelyn
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|log=Incomplete

She hissed as the brush caught a tangle, working the bristles through the dark curls that had finally grown back after a handful of turns. Still the woman who looked back at her from the clouded mirror hadn't been a person Edyis recognized in turns. The angles of her face had grown sharper, the softness of childhood all but gone from them. There were creases too. Faint but there in the lines of her brow, and at the edges of her eyes. She let the curls tumble loosely over her shoulder, over the lines and whorls of ink she'd had etched into her skin over the course of the turns. Each held its own sense of meaning, it's own mark of the progress of the turns.

<< You aren't ''that'' old Ed. >> Akluseth chimed in, his watery tenor rushing over her thoughts like a tide concealing a dangerous reef. The play of light in the water softening the edges of the rocks.

"I don't believe I used the term old." Ink black eyes shifting to her lifemate as the corner of her mouth curled unbidden.

<< Pa-tay-Toe, pah-tah-toe. >> The brown smirked, << You were moping regardless. >>

"I don't mope."

<< Liar. Liar. >> The brown singsonged in a wash of silvery bubbles. << How does the rest of the littles' song go? Pants on fire? You always mope when things don't go according to whatever plan you have in your head. >>

"There hasn't been a plan since we graduated." She reminded him.

<< And yet here you are, moping. >>

Edyis stiffened, and stopped just shy of pelting the brown with the hairbrush when she caught the gleam in his eyes and what could only be deemed a smirk on the brown's lips.

<< You are only mad because it's true. >> The brown replied, leaving Edyis alone with her thoughts as she finished braiding her hair back and tugging on her clothes.

''"I'm only tired of wanting the impossible."'' She verbally shot at the brown as she donned her flight gear.

The list of impossible things she could never have, scrolled through her brain, and she cursed her own greed silently as she adjusted the knot at her shoulder. Knots that no longer existed, children that could never be, tasks that would never fall to her shoulders, people that couldn't come back from the dead, Relationships that couldn't be salvaged either due to pride or her own incompetence.

<< Moping. >>

Edyis snorted, "What can I say, I'm a greedy, self-centered bitch."

<< Not inaccurate, but not quite the terms I'd have used. You also forgot overly ambitious, insensitive, stubborn, dramatic ... >>

"Thank you for that." She scowled as she finished tugging on her boots.

<< It isn't like our lives are even half over Ed. >> The brown felt the need to point out. Arranging himself so that she could start in on attaching his straps. << Not everything you want is impossible either. Just can't happen the way you want or expect it to. >>

Edyis thought about it as she tightened down the straps. "So you are saying I'm selfish, ''and'' ungrateful."

<< I'm saying you think entirely too much, and that maybe you need an outlet that allows you to think less, or keeps you focused on something else. Rum running doesn't count. Flight-sex only works temporarily. I mean I'm awesome, but I don't think I can catch ''that many'' greens to keep you constantly distracted. >> Not that the brown was adverse to trying.

A dark brow lifts quizzically at the brown. "Now I need to get laid?"

<< Well it couldn't hurt. >> Akluseth notes, << But what I mean is that you need something new to focus on, before you drive me nuts with your moping. >>

Edyis shook her head as she mounted, and the pair launched into the sky. But, just maybe the brown had a point.
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Logs talk:Via's Leaving

2016-03-05T17:04:13Z

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==Alida (00:19, 1 March 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Always enjoy seeing inside Leova...even if she's also always a partial mystery. ^^
==Squishy (09:04, 5 March 2016 (PST)) said... ==

I loved this, not just for the story but the style it's told in. <3

User:Squishy

2016-02-08T07:20:20Z

Squishy:

==Player Details==
I currently live in the Midwestern United States, (EST Timezone). I Joined NCMush in October of 2013, and prior to that, I played on forums and tabletop RPG's. Some Pern, mostly non-pern.

I'm always up for any kind of play that makes sense for the characters involved. Usually, I am available after Midnight Eastern time, with full day availability Wednesdays and Sundays. I'm flexible with scheduling so feel free to +mail or page if you have an idea. I'm also Gdoc's friendly.

Sometimes miscommunication happens, and I don't always pick up on it. If there is ever anything that is OOCly a problem or if you feel there is an IC miscommunication based on a possible player misunderstanding, please let me know! I can't fix anything if I don't know it is broken. IC conflict can be fun, OOC conflict never is!

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Logs:Iesaryth and Vhaeryth's Hatching Feast

2016-02-08T00:20:29Z

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{{Log
|who=Aishani, Alida, Edyis, Jo, Leova, R'hin
|what=The Hatching feast commences!
|where=Living Cavern, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=22
|month=2
|turn=33
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2013.11.02
|mentions=aughan, azaylia, g'laer, i'zech, k'del, meara, quinlys, rone
|type=Log
|icons=alida.jpg, leova.jpg, jo watch.jpg, r'hin.jpg, edyis stoic.jpg, aishani gold.png
|desc='''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.''
|log=The trip from galleries to caverns is relatively short, albeit broken up by freezing cold weather in the interim. R'hin's keeping pace with Jo, pausing just in the entrance to run a hand through his hair, and glancing at Jo in apparent deferral. ''He's'' the interloper here, even if he does happen to know every inch of the Weyr.

For once, Alida's glad for 'Reaches chill, as it banishes the heat left over from the Sands she endured. Done with handing her former charges over to Quinlys and Co., the bluerider stalks into the cavern with a small smirk, her gaze filtering all around to see who's already there, and who's arriving, yet to arrive. The first table she heads to is the one with the GOOD booze.

Despite Jo being more missing in action than not in the public eye, especially since the accident of the former Weyrleader, there's still some swagger left in her as she leads R'hin into the cavern. With things starting up along with the place filling up with people, she turns towards the bronzerider with a nod towards the drinks table first before starting to lead them there. "If ya know of my reputation, R'hin," she goes on to say as if the conversation continued, "then, really, I should be both curious and suspicious of ya wantin' to drink with ''me'', rather than the other way around." There's the look over her shoulder in interest, nodding towards those few riders greeting along the way.

Aishani is a little longer in getting to the party then most, mostly because she's taken the opportunity to change into something warmer on her way over. She's accompanied by N'rov, who does her the favor of getting her a drink ''before'' he winds his way off into the crowd to greet some of the Fortian contingent visiting. The goldrider gives him a long-suffering look in parting, but she doesn't seem all that put out by her temporary abandonment. That makes it easier to get caught up, after all.

"It's ''because'' of your reputation that you're ''exactly'' the one I want to drink with," R'hin replies in an easy undertone to Jo as they head for the indicated table. It's probably force of habit that, as they walk, his hand hovers near the small of her back. The Monacoan, too, is watching those they pass, returning the occasional greeting just as smoothly. "I'd try and get your Acting Weyrleader drunk but, though ''irresponsible'' is my last name, I'll bet he'll be closeted with those Holders all afternoon and I don't get paid to deal with that shit anymore."

Pouring herself a large stiff one of the Weyr's best whiskey, Alida can't help but noting R'hin and Jo's advance on the same table she's currently at, the bluie slowly turning, then lifting her drink to the Monacoan and her wingmate. A sip later, "Interestin' Hatching, neh?" The way her pale brows lift some, the little smirk playing about her lips likely promise a wealth of unspoken nuances to those simple words.

"S'been a long time since a man's complimented the likes of me like ''that''," Jo notes on reputations, and it almost sounds wistful. It's likely she knows the positioning of his hand, too, but the bluerider seems content to let it rest as it will since she gives him a once-over. "I've seen ya around," she finally says, her dark gaze on his face again. "I feel I should be knowin' ''yer'' reputation, darlin'. No one comes drinkin' with trouble on purpose." But his last - a brow lifts and they reach the table. "K'del," she says the man's name as she looks over the selection. "Ya were Weyrleader once." Seems like, she knows ''something'' at least about the man. That's when she notices Alida, and the woman nods her a greeting along with a wry, "Ya can say that again."

Shani may already have a drink, but that doesn't mean she can't meander her way in the direction of the drink table even so. She can drink fast, and she can pick up bits of conversation along the way besides, lingering a moment here, a beat there to listen to a recounting of the discussions in the galleries, an argument over what actually happened. By the time she's actually spotted the people she knows at the drinks table, she's a nearly empty glass to tilt their way generally.

"Who ''doesn't'' come drinking with trouble in mind? It's no ''fun'' otherwise," R'hin's retorting to Jo with a sidelong grin, that only widens at that wistful tone. There's a particularly unhelpful shrug at her comment of ''his'' reputation -- the bronzerider's not apt to help. It's only when she guesses Weyrleader that he makes a face, with the concession, "A long time ago." His attention shifts from Jo towards Alida as she speaks, earning a brief smile. "They're ''all'' interesting in some way, but watching Bloods posturing isn't entertainment unless they pull out soft bats and start wailing on each other." That seems to serve for greeting until introductions are made; he's looking at Jo quizzically, "What's your poison?"

Alida makes as if to repeat herself when Jo responds to her in that fashion, but she's only kidding, and the guard's lips close again, a wink offered to her wingmate before the blonde takes another sip...and sighs in pleasure. GOOD stuff. R'hin's words have her studying the bronzerider quietly for a few moments, then noting in her clipped, mile a second accent mixed-accent, "Why 'soft?' If yer gonna use bats, make sure they're the real thing." A dark little bit of a grin is followed by another, easier, "Alida, blue Ilicaeth's." And, judging by her lack of inquiry of the man's name, she already knows who he is.

The first does win R'hin a crooked grin from Jo at last, looking as if something inside has her relenting the dour face she's been sporting all through the hatching. Well, ''mostly''. "When I say it, folks think there's at least one body lyin' at my feet by the end of the night," is her quip to that as she looks toward one of the hard liquors. She regards his face when she makes the connection on past leadership, that getting a blip of interest from her as she says, "And ya look quite well, havin' survived it. We should toast to survivin'." After a pause, his question gets a gesture towards the whiskey as she says, "Anythin' strong." She then shakes her head to Alida as she adds in on hatchings, "Bloods, startin' ''any''thin'. Almost felt like home in Keogh." Alida would understand, considering, and once she spot Aishani approaching them, something easy stealing over her as she nods towards her.

Only quick enough to catch Jo's last, Aishani has something of a smirk about her lips as she comes within earshot, finishes her drink. "Any idea what they were starting?" she asks the bluerider, ever polite, but to the point about it, dark eyes sharply curious. Once the important bit is over with, she can get to the niceties; with a smile for R'hin, "High Reaches duties to Monaco." Then a nod for the blonde bluerider. "Alida. Thank you for the help this evening."

"Blood whines the loudest when they feel legitimately aggrieved. You'd never get rid of them if they were ''hard'' bats," R'hin replies adroitly to Alida. As she offers her name, he nods thoughtfully, "Impressed out of the last clutch?" Someone keeps tab, apparently. Jo's words earn a dark, pleased sounding chuckle, "If that's your normal good night, then I'm looking ''forward'' to it. Strong it is." He steps closer to the table, perusing the selection: when he turns back, it's with two glasses of clear-looking liquid, offering one to Jo before tipping it in silent toast. The Monacoan manages a brief sip before Aishani's greeting, and his voice is a little rough when he replies, "So formal?" ''He'' certainly isn't. "Nothing you can do about ''them'', but the hatchlings -- new group of kids to mold to your whim?" The faint twist of lip might indicate he's joking, but then... it's R'hin, and there are ''stories'', so who knows.

"That's mah partner..." Alida notes with wry ease of Jo, the fair-haired bluie then seeking to lightly bop her unoccupied hand's knuckles against the dark-haired female's own. A bob of head for the other's word of R'hin's survival of 'Reaches evolves into a laconic little smirk-grin as Jo speaks of Holders, the younger bluie then noting softly, "Runner-shit crazy, all uv 'em. Some just know how ta hide it better than others." Her wingmate's nod over her shoulder has the guard slowly pivoting to notice Aishani's closing with their little group, a lift of glass to her offered, as well as a low, "Interestin' hatchlings. Bet Iesaryth's happy ta have 'em out 'n about." As for her help, "Not my typical...but I figured we could cover it when Quinlys asked." No word is mentioned of her hurried frenzy and the cussing it brought about just as the humming began...nor of her primary function out there on the Sands as 'guard,' not weyrlingmaster. For R'hin's reply comes her own easy, "Ya make it so they *can't* whine anymore." Wink, sip. A shrug of shoulders is offered to the man's inquiry. "If ya' mean the double clutch, then yes. One previous ta' Hraedhyth's single one." Green eyes flick astutely between the bronzer and goldrider at their exchange, but nothing is said about it.

"It was a whole lotta dartin' back'n forth before shit hit the galleries," is Jo's best summarization of the events beyond the sands. She seems more interested in putting in to Aishani, "All went well, beyond that. I have somethin' for ya so we'll talk when ya get some privacy," which obviously won't be at that moment. She gratefully take up the glass being offered from R'hin, nodding her thanks before toasting. "Oh, a ''good'' night? We don' need a dead body for that, darlin'," comes bold, the words falling too easy from her lips. "If K'del won' drink with ya, I'll be more inclined." She's definitely eyeing the exchange between goldrider and bronzerider like Alida, finding it more of an amused interest up to the knuckle bump from the fellow bluerider. "That Gallagher....G'hael?" she sends her way then, looking askance. "Ya know him well?"

With a shrug, "When the situation ''demands'' it. I'd hate for the Weyrwoman to claim I've been lax in my duties greeting people, etcetera. The hatchlings... seem like a good lot. Iesaryth and Vhaeryth rather thought them too slow, so they'll be encouraged to be quick about things at least." Aishani gives a bit of an eyeroll for that, glancing R'hin's way with a smirk - she's just quick about finding a refill. To Alida, as she finds a bottle, "Definitely, yes. The eggs bore her. Actual dragons are fascinating." As she's filling her glass, she has an arched brow for Jo, interested, but unwilling to say more than, "All right. As long as it went well. They do need to talk, Holders. They're so rarely together, and who wants to put some things to paper?" She'll drink to that, even - though she's interested in info on the newest greenrider.

"They may be evil, but they're a ''neccessary'' evil. Unless we can self-sustain in the next Pass--" there's a rush of intentness to R'hin's response, but he snaps his mouth shut partway through his response to Alida, instead taking a deliberate gulp of the hard, clear liquid that means he has to focus on the sensation. Meanwhile, his gaze lingers on Jo at her bold words, a smile creeping up as he says, "I'll hold you to that," in a low voice. Maybe she's ''that'' distracting; it takes him a moment more to pick up the thread of conversation. "If their biggest complain is the hatchlings are too ''slow'', that's a good thing. It's the quick and cunning ones you have to watch out for. You run across any in this bunch, let me know?" Hard to tell if he's really that interested or just making conversation.

A knowing little nod for Aishani's words of her own lifemate's proclivities presages a grin for Jo at their knuckle bump, then an answer for both women in, "I *think* I overheard staff mention 'is name's G'laer, now. Suits 'is personality... Glare. G'laer." A low chortle and a sip of fine whiskey later have the blonde listening to the others more, then riveting her greens for a second to R'hin as he speaks of necessary evils and such, the younger bluie finally attaining a decent poker face. A quick flick of green eyes all around to assess their surroundings heralds a quiet, "At least Ienavi took it in decent spirits." Not letting anyone from Nabol sit in the VIP area. "Didja' see Rone, though? Little agitator." Smirk.

Jo nods to Aishani's first answer, not putting further response to it before R'hin's reply on the Holders draw her attention -- or rather, when he cuts himself off. Perhaps that's the reason she was looking his way when he responds to her bold words, the bluerider merely answering that with a brief lift of her glass before she drains it down. "I agree on the quick ones," she states on the hatchlings, seeming to keep her counsel on the topics of the Holders since she offers nothing herself. Tacuseth was quick'n cunnin' from the moment he clawed his dragon ass outta that egg of his," and yes, that's pride being heard in her voice. She nods on the Gallagher's new name, frowning only a bit before she states, "G'laer. Think he tried to bum free drinks off me the other night. His personality," and she's only giving Alida a ''look'' to that before draining her glass dry.

Shani'll be arching fine brows R'hin's way now, over her glass. She takes a drink before, "Oh, I don't know. Jo and I might need them. We can't go about just telling people who the useful ones are." Her dark eyes are bright as she looks over to the bluerider. "That's no way to plan for world domination." Anything going on between the bronzerider and bluerider, ''she's'' polite enough to pretend to ignore, nosy people. Pursing her lips a touch, she notes, "Agitator. If it were only that." A pause. "Did you notice if he was staying, Rone? I'd imagine not." There's a short laugh at the idea of free drinks from Jo, of all people. "You set him straight, I assume."

The talk of the Holder situation seems to interest R'hin less: his attention wanders, though it almost seems deliberate. He's watching the various groups in the room, his foot tapping briefly to the harper's tunes. To Aishani: "I'll find out, anyway. It just means I have to ''work'' a little harder for it." And judging by the wrinkle of the bronzerider's nose he's reluctantly willing. As to the talk of G'laer, the Monacoan asks the group in general, "You'll point him out to me? Hard to fault a man who gets an A for effort, even if it's an F for execution."

"Ilicaeth was deliberate...like 'e was stalkin' all uv' us..." Alida notes of her own blue, mostly to Jo. "Imagine combinin' Tac 'n 'Caeth. Nobody, nothin'd' escape." Smirk, drink. As for the newly-minted G'laer, there's only a crass little grin. "Oh yeah, he c'n be a putz sometimes...but then, so c'n *I*." Smirkie. "He's got a baby now ta redirect 'im." A rampaging green baby. And just about then, Shani's words of world domination touch her ears, making deep, clear greens twinkle just a hint, though 'lida keeps her own council until the subject of Rone comes up again. "Well, I really shoulda said Aughan. Overheard *he* was maybe tryin' ta invite 'em both over into the VIP section. Uv course Rone'd be eager fer that little advancement uv his position in the eyes uv others." Cue a small eyeroll at damned Holder politics. "Nope. Got too involved in all the racin' around on the Sands, at that point." A low snicker-giggle forms at the goldrider's knowing words of Jo providing *any* schmoozer with free drinks, much less an unknown former-candidate. Still, her eyes do occasionaly flick to R'hin, ears kept even more alert for his words...and when they come, the bluie's shrugging. "Even if we do, y'd have ta go through Quinlys." Pause, slow grin. "At least Meara ain't in residence anymore... plus ya' could maybe wiggle some prize spirits 'n possibly win yer way through ta speak ta him." Oh yes. Though she's never spoken a word about it to anyone, Alida knows of the senior WLM's enjoyment of booze...even when it's sneaked in.

On the useful ones, Jo has to agree with short laughter and turning towards the table to refill her glass. The Monacoan bronzerider gets a genial, "Ready for a refill?" since she's pouring herself one, too, and she snorts on the question given on G'laer and his alleged drink mooching as she straightens up. "I was my sweet'n positive self," she sends towards Aishani with that enigmatic smile. "If I was any sweeter, he'd keel over with rotten teeth. Then I saw the white knot'n and I laid off him. I'll definitely point him out," she then sends to R'hin with a grin. "I meant to ask, though," she adds in continued study to the bronzerider, "if ya come 'round here just for the special occasions'n gettin' someone to drink?" There's a lopsided grin and a shake of her head for Alida on their crazy dragons, she puts forth instead to her, "Ya lookin' to be doin' assistant weyrlingmaster work, hm, after ya gotta taste of it?"

Dark eyes have narrowed as Aishani nods to the bronzerider, if a touch absently, watching the crowds with sudden interest. Alida's words only have her more thoughtful, though she's paying enough attention to tell Jo, amused, "R'hin is always good for encouraging people's vices. If you'll all excuse me?" She looks back to the group of them, glossy curls bouncing, expression apologetic. "I should find N'rov and make sure we make the appropriate rounds. It's nice to see you," she tells R'hin. "And I'll talk to you later." That's for Jo, before she starts off into the crowd.

There's a reaction from the Monacoan when Aughan is mentioned, though it's more of a ''non'' reaction -- R'hin casually looking away as brings his glass to his lips and gulps down the remainder of the liquid in one hit. A brief, dark chuckle from the former Weyrleader at the mention of Meara. "Bet she's enjoying retirement. And booze, I can supply." Speaking of, he's stretching a hand out to hand Jo his empty glass, with a wry smile. For Aishani's departure he's quick to reply, "Come by Monaco next time you need a break from the weather," before his attention turns back to Jo. "Just special occasions," he confirms, "Made a promise to... your Weyrwoman." Amongst other reasons which he doesn't elucidate, his expression casual. His gaze goes towards Alida, curious at her response to Jo's question.

Indeed, their two blues are quite alike in some interesting ways - as are the women who ride them - and Jo's grin meets with a shaggy hint of low laughter from Alida, who tries to clink her mostly-drained glass to the other Glacier rider's...until Jo inquires *that* of her. Cue a falesly horrified, but still earnest face. "Fuck *no*! I'd likely wind up chokin' most uv' 'en half ta death. No patience with kids. They likely wouldn' survive my kind 'a discipline." The Guard type. "Later, 'Shani." She almost blurts out a typical 'Alida-ism' to the departing weyrwoman, but instead - and for once - thinks better of it, and refrains. Back to the other two riders she turns, making a slightly pouty face at her diminished glass of whiskey, even as a look up on the sly from the corner of her eyes spots R'hin's reaction to Aughan's name. Interesting. As for Meara, "She deserves it. Crazy-ass woman, dealin' with mixed-up, confused pairs all that time." Snort. Promises to Azaylia, however, garner more interested from the blonde, and she quirks her head at the Monacoan as if to say, 'Please, go on.'

"Vices," Jo echoes that one, but Aishani's heading off and the convict rider is murmuring a "Later," in her wake with a lingering glance. She then takes up R'hin's glass and refills it quickly enough as she comments, "Ya seem to know her well." Aishani. She's amused by it, even, since she tacks on, "So ya'll encourage ''my'' vices, then?" before handing his glass back. She clinks her glass to Alida's gently before trying to maintain a cool face to her wingmate's explosive response on being a weyrlingmaster assistant. "Heh, ya don' say, ex-guard?" is her quip to that. "I'd've thought it would be up yer way more than mine. No one would put ''me'' near influential minds. I'zech's bad enough." R'hin's answer on his special occasions gets a nod from her and a "I get that. Monaco ain' a bad place to lay yer head, either."

Certainly, R'hin seems to be regarding the pair of them with pale, interested eyes, a smile curving his lips upwards. The talk of the former Weyrlingmaster has the bronzerider adding, "Meara was a good Weyrlingmaster. Trust me, High Reaches has had ''far'' worse." While Alida might be encouraging him to continue, the bronzerider doesn't seem inclined, pretending not to notice her gesture. Instead: "Aishani's clearly ''jealous'' of me," he says with a dark chuckle. "My rugged, handsome good looks, my amazing talent at pointing out the worst in people, and my dab hand at drawing." Or something of the sort. For Jo, bland and straight up honest: "If you ask me to, yes." His eyes glitter with amusement, however. "Monaco... has it's upside and... ''other'' side," he agrees, noncommittedly, accepting his glass back from Jo.

That he does (know Aishani well)...at least in Alida's eyes. Aside to Jo, "Are ya lookin' ta rack up yet *another* vice?" Smirk, clink. "Again, I repeat: Fuck no." Snerk. "You gotta have a ton uv patience with repeated fuck ups ta lead weyrlings. Do *I* fit that particular bill?" the woman facetiously inquires of Jo, with a roll of her greens. With R'hin's words of Meara and other, previous WLMs comes a quick quirk of a smile and a low, "I mostly approved uv Meara as one." Cue a subtle emphasis on that name. "Really? In yer time here...?" Or...? her next pregnant pause might subtly inquire. Whether she gets an answer or not (likely not), the blonde continues on after pouring herself another, slightly more spare drink, "What'd you say's the worst about the whole Nabol thing, then?" Forget about Monaco.

"Oh, clearly," Jo teases R'hin on the departing goldrider as she nurses her drink. "Those ''are'' talents to laud. I can only imagine what could be learned of ''me'' that hasn' been yet." And then her vices, of course. Jo looks at his answer like a challenge to be taken, especially since she quips back, "Ya'll end up goin' home bloodied and piss-drunk with nails down yer back." Well, there's no apology for her lack of filter. "Then yer Weyrleaders will be breathin' down our own's back for the way ya were treated. All for satisfyin' one's vices." Then to Alida on the job, "Well....maybe not," she gives, laughing. "But it would have been entertainin'. For ''me''." That's all that matters, right? "Someone should keep that G'laer in line," she notes wryly.

Edyis ambles in from the candidate barracks looking quite content to be back in normal clothes and not dodging baby dragons or bumbling candidates. Cheeks puffed at the enormity of having to navigate to where the food is, she exhales and sets to the dangerous task of traversing the cavern for sustenance. How successfully she manages not to bump into, or get stepped on by anyone else is up for debate.

Alida's guess that R'hin might well not answer her question is spot on. The first question, anyway: he answers the second. The worst thing? "That people are talking about it rather than drinking and dancing. And whatever ''this'' is, it's good." He's lifting the clear liquid to admire it. "I'll have to pester one of the serving girls later and find out where they sourced it. Good liqueur is rare." Jo's words quickly draw his gaze, less surprised and more intrigued by her forthrightness. "As you said... we're after a ''good'' night, right?" He lifts his hand briefly in her direction as if to belay her ''but'': "Believe me, Oriane makes it clear anything I suffer outside Monaco sits solely on my head, normally because she's ''right'' and I brought it on myself. It's a fair arrangement."

Leova might have managed to slip past Edyis without bumping into ''her'', were it not for the tall, bulky brownrider who stalls out right in front of them. The dragonhealer's voice is low, an imprecation despite what should be a celebratory occasion, smoky as ever but ''not pleased''. "You all right?" she says to the girl, amber eyes' brief glance marking her, ready to move on.

Alida can't help but falsely fan herself at Jo's words of leaving talon marks down R'hin's back, the woman then laughing honestly for a few moments. Jo is a breath of fresh air to her. "I'm not put on Pern ta give ya reason fer shits 'n giggles, woman..." the blonde dourly informs her wingmate, waggling a finger at her as if Jo were an errant weyrling. "Apparently I was put here ta give *Ilicaeth* reasons fer such..." is then noted with an out-whoosh of breath and a faint eyeroll. As for G'laer, "Fuckin' pigheaded Crom Guard. Likely gotta use really subtle methods ta get inta' *that* head." Beat. "Maybe a pick-axe?" Smirk. On one of her typical eyeballings of the room comes the entrance of one of the candidates left behind on the Sands, Alida automatically noting Edyis' manner, state of dress, her bearing before turning back to her current conversational companions. "Yer no fun..." is muttered to R'hin's boring answer of her question, then noting to his lattermost statement, "Does that mean I c'n use ya as a punchin' bag when ya come visit? Gettin' tired uv the same old targets here." A pause precedes the blonde's sudden long look in the eye, a long sigh then escaping her. "Faranth damn it all..." In three gulps, she's pounding back her poured drink, shaking her head at its potency. "I gotta go fer now." Frickin' firelizards and their frickin' tendencies to want to eat 'abandoned' people food. For the bronzer: "Decent meetin' ya. Enjoy." For Jo: "Catch ya later, toots."

"Gotta say, I'm likin' it myself," Jo admits on the drink R'hin's chosen, gesturing towards it for Alida. "I didn't even have to use my flask this time." That the Monacoan doesn't appear taken back by her crass words draws low laughter from her for his response to it. "That's the way they show they care for us," she states on Weyrleaders and their conditions. Fair arrangement, then," gets echoed, as if that seals some kind of deal between them. With a click of teeth to Alida, "Hey, ya've been willin' to provide noteworthy entertainment before," is all she says to that, though hearing the words 'Crom' and 'guard' does have some of that teasing fall from her face. But then she's leaving too, raising a glass to her as she heads off and says, "Catcha soon, darlin'. We'll go fishin', or somethin'." She also spots some of the candidates entering the cavern, too, through the crowd, but she's yet to spot any weyrling familiar to her.

R'hin's chuckling at Alida's offer for ''him'' to be a punching bag. "But I'm only allowed on special occasions. You'd ruin my ''good'' clothes," he presses down his shirt like it's the most expensive thing he owns. "I'll see you later, Alida." It sounds more like a promise than a farewell from the bronzerider. As he watches her depart, his gaze catches a certain greenrider and now-ex-candidate. There's a smile sent towards Jo that has all the signs of understanding that a deal has been made; his hand stretches out to rest in the middle of his back as he murmurs to her, "Shall we make an effort to be more social? I see Leova's managed to ditch that bore of hers," also known as Anvori, "Shall we go grace her with our presence?"

Edyis squeaks, jumping about six inches into the air before the first bumbled apology crosses her lips. "I am so sorry. It's my fault. I should have been paying more attention!" Dark eyes lift to look the feline featured rider. "Even dinner around my siblings wasn't quite this chaotic. Weyr's are very different from hold life aren't they?" A worried nibble at her lip accompanies the words. She eyes the departing rider but its tough to keep up in the chaos. Focus on the task at hand Edyis! Her attention snaps back to Leova.

There's only a casual flip-off of Jo as Alida strides off towards the Kitchens, the blonde then raising her brows a little at R'hin not just passing her off...nodding at the bronzerider before turning back. A polite bit of a nod as she quickly passes Edyis will have to serve for a greeting from the often not-too-social woman, for she's breaking into a light jog as a certain gold firelizard dart out of those Kitchens, chased by an irate man with a broom. Just greeeaat. Out they go into the early evening, the snow unfelt by those inside.

"Alida can pack a mean throw," Jo comments on her wingmate as she leaves with that flip-off, her tone fond for the ex-guard. "She's good to have on yer side, tho." Chin lifts a bit as she considers being moe sociable, arching a glance R'hin's way as she says, "Barely an hour in and yer enticin' me to be sociable. Must be one of yer skills at play, hm?" She nods for him to lead on, spying Leova where he looks talking to Edyis.

Leova, dry: "His fault." Which may have to do with why the brownrider's edging out of their way. ''Quickly'' out of their way. "Don't mean paying more attention's a bad idea, though... you talking size, or attitude? For 'different.'" She tips a nod after her blonde wingmate as the bluerider passes by them both, doesn't seek to stop her in the slightest.

"I do admire a woman who can handle herself," R'hin can't help but to comment, lifting his glass in toast. With a laugh, the bronzerider murmurs: "It's that or somewhere ''private'', but private means stealing enough liqueur to last us and there's too many eyes at the moment." R'hin is probably being facetious, but then, it's ''R'hin'', so maybe he's deadly serious. He keeps pace with Jo, threading the way through to where Leova and Edyis stand, insinuating them into the conversation with a questioning look at Leova. "This young woman's finally released from the ''burden'' of candidacy," a glass-filled gesture towards Edyis, "And you haven't thought to put a drink in her hand yet? Oh, Leova. It's very disappointing of you."

Edyis returns the woman’s nod with a sort of half-curtsey, perhaps overdone and unnoticed, but there just the same. “Leova’s words require a bit of musing before I think size. My brothers could match the chaos equally.” She chirps unintentionally at the word released, or maybe it’s the idea of liquor as the riders approach. She looks green with the thought.

"Same here," Jo is more than happy to agree there on women as they head over, which turns into short laughter at his next. With a look going R'hin's way, "Yeah, with ''this'' crowd? They'll notice that the booze is gone in seconds. Not that I mind fightin' my way outta here, but..." There's a smile for it, suggesting that she ''could'' be joking. She sends a grin Edyis' way in greeting as R'hin greets Leova with what he does. From Jo, Leova gets an easy, "How ya livin', Leova?"

Amber eyes lift. Even more dryly, "R'hin." As long as he's gesturing towards Edyis, Leova reaches out with one red-gloved hand as though he had been offering that glass for her to take. Except it's not a glove, as such: it's the mark of redwort, recently applied, and past her wrists at that. Her ''wingmate'' gets a quick one-cornered smile, a, "Keeping busy." And to the once-candidate, "This is Jo. In case you don't know." She makes it rhyme. "Call ''him'' 'Grandpa R'hin.' By association, leastways."

R'hin's definitely paying attention to Edyis' reaction, and that chirp from the former candidate earns a quietly pleased sort of smile. He bends his head briefly towards Jo to mutter, "Fight later," like he's taken her words, joke or not, as a promise. Perhaps it's that distraction that allows Leova to capture his glass, with ''his'' alcohol in it. "Hey! I- oh, fine. It's half finished anyway, and it's an excuse to get a fresh one. What do you prefer to drink?" that last is directed to Edyis, so he's being polite enough to pretend like she has a choice in what she receives, drink wise. He's ''ignoring'' Leova now. Grandpa R'hin, indeed!

Edyis returns the smiles, nervous but genuine. "Nice to meet you Jo, and Grandpa R'hin, are you both riders." There's no hint of irony or sarcasm in R'hin's new title, it's evident the girl thinks this is how she is to address him. She smiles when asked her preferred drink, "Tea usually, though I think a small glass of wine in celebration might not ''hurt''."

"Busy is good," Jo looks pleased at hearing from her wingmate, the grin warm. "Guess ya can say the same for me, too." Sending a smirk R'hin's way for is murmured response to her, "Should she knowin' me?" she prompts on Edyis, and since the former candidate ''is'' right there, she nods her way and says, "Blue Tacuseth's. Yeah, that we are." Riders. Brows lift at the name R'hin is given though, especially with Edyis echoing it. "Well met, darlin'. How are ya likin' the party so far?" She's definitely amused by the exchange between Leova and R'hin, passing a look between the two.

Leova receives a ''look'' from R'hin. "I'd think if one of the twins had secretly had a child, that boor of yours would be writhing around the floor all emo-like right now. So I can only assume you're trying to be cute. ''And'' stealing my alcohol." Clearly this is all Leova's fault and she should ''fix it'' while he goes to get himself a new drink, and Edyis her first, and perhaps -- he pauses to stretch a hand out for Jo's glass, too. Of course that means she has to drain it first.

"''Can'' I." Leova, pleased in her turn, and not just by her drink-stealing success. To Jo, "Though, hope you got to enjoy the whole show instead of having to get to work partway through." She doesn't seem troubled by the prospect of R'hin plying the girl she, and he, has just met with alcohol. Not her mother, though, nor her grandmother. To Edyis, "Reckon, since he's ''assuming'', it's a cue for me to explain: his Leiventh's the grandsire of those little ones in the barracks. And he gets a mite of credit by association." She still hasn't drunk. Then again, with negotiations for Jo's glass unfinished, he's still here.

Edyis chuckles at the continued rhyme scheme, though when Jo's brows go up, the expression of mirth becomes one of concern. Did she just break a rule of some sort? Maybe it was that she forgot to curtsey. To Jo "It has been enlightening that is for sure. I prefer it to the hatching grounds," the last, accompanied by a wrinkle of her nose. As Leova explains the young ex candidate looks a mite sheepish. "Ah, I see." and more softly intoned "so I shouldn't call him grandpa then?" She gazes after R'hin as though still trying to assess if having a part in monsters is a good thing or bad thing.

Jo duly drains her glass and passes it over as she listens to the banter, though for Leova, "I was actually around, for once, which means for the next one, I'll likely be holed up'n suckin' on cracked knuckles." Edyis gets a quick smile for her comment on knuckles, adding to her a companionable, "Same here, darlin'. I wasn' exactly enamored with the idea of havin' my toes singed out on the sands, too." But she looks up in time to spy their arrival: Kait, M'ron, Sybile and Canie along with other rough-looking sorts across the cavern. They've spotted her, too, so she turns to murmur to R'hin, "Got obligations. If yer stickin' around, look for me," and she jerks her head sharply towards the group before turning and nodding towards both Leova and Edyis and adding, "If ya'll excuse me. Gotta go pass on my greetin's." There's a brief touch to R'hin's shoulder before she starts heading off, about to disappear into the crowd.

Once R'hin secures Jo's glass he's already moving away, pausing only long enough for Jo's words and his acknowledging murmur of assent, before he's off towards the drinks table. He lingers there perhaps longer than necessary due to catching sight of one of the serving girls putting out more bottles; he's clearly trying to glean whatever information from her that he can.

"You should. You definitely should. Or 'Grandsire R'hin' would do," Leova murmurs upon giving Jo her own words of leavetaking. She too has glanced towards that directed group, that familiar group, and then after R'hin and his serving girl as well. She sips, more gingerly than it might appear, but her second sampling's deeper. Since they're left, "You all right, then? Off the sands. Not weeping and wailing, reckon that's a good sign."

Edyis smiles in farewell to Jo, though the rough crew gets an odd expression from the holder, watching R'hin curiously and briefly. Her thoughts sit heavily on something the departing woman has said, Leova's words seem to expound on it and Edyis gives a nod. "I hadn't really expected or wanted to impress. It is figuring out what happens now that makes me anxious."

With her glass given over and the final nod given to those left, Jo finally does disappear into the crowds in a blink. In moments, one ccan find her lingering with the roughened group as time goes on - all through the dances and the weyrlings' arrival. Jo keeps in talks with atleast two of them throughout the party with few coming by to dare to interrupt or give greeting. Not this group, but at least it looks like they are having a good enough time in their little corner of the party.

Soon enough, R'hin's walking back, looking pleased with himself, and with two glasses to hand. The first -- sporting a white wine -- is offered to Edyis with a smile. The second he holds onto. It's not mere coincidence that as Edyis wonders what she's going to do that he asks: "So, are you going to stay at this fine Weyr? I'd ask your name, but the awkwardness of Leova failing to introduce you to me is just too obvious." Except that's just what he did, completely unapologetic and without looking at the greenrider.

"Mm. Reckon for now, you can aim to get a good night's sleep. Think tomorrow," only Leova cuts herself off, then. Laughs. Waits, to see if the girl will handle her own introductions or not. She still hasn't worked her way the rest of the way through the drink previously known as R'hin's, but the curl of her fingers about it is lightly possessive.

Edyis accepts the wine gingerly, sniffing it with all the inquisitiveness of someone who has never tasted the stuff. She looks up at R'hin, then to Leova as though begging for a clue as to how to respond. Finally she answers, "I didn't know if it was an option Grandsire R'hin. I suppose I may have to, Nabol doesn't leave much to go home to anymore. The land's scorched, and my stepmother has enough mouths to feed without worrying about me." she states simply. "I'm Edyis, It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Leova get's a different kind of look now, and noting the possessive gesture she finally sips the wine.

It's a fluid, well practiced gesture from R'hin; offering his newly replaced glass in favor of the one Leova holds. Maybe he's noticed the possessive gesture, maybe not. He seems content to wait and see if she'll accept the substitute. Except... he looks at Edyis with a bemused shake of his head. Somehow, ''that'' is not any better. "Just R'hin, please. I'm the last person you should be assigning titles to." Still, he's listening politely while she speaks. "High Reaches always welcomes its candidates to stay on." He sounds certain about that, even though his knot marks him as Monacoan. The wine he's selected for her is sweet, and relatively light: perfect for one not used to alcohol.

Leova, singularly unhelpful. Even when begged, at least silently, or at least this time. "Good luck," the dragonhealer does murmur at least, and a slight sidestep suggests she might take her leave. Except: her eyes have grown distinctly amused for all that her expression otherwise remains benign, and after a long look at R'hin, she obliges with that swap of glasses. If not until after another, even shallower sip, the sort with which she likely intends to try what he's brought, to see if all along he might have meant it for himself or for her.

Edyis's face lights as she consumes the liquid, marveling at the flavor. Clearly R'ian, grandsire or no has made a very good selection. "The question becomes earning my keep at that point I think, but maybe it will be more clear after a decent night's sleep. It's reassuring to know that I haven't run out of options though." She seems uncertain about dropping titles, usually people get upset when you do that after all. Leova gets a smile. "Thank you, I think. "

Success! R'hin looks pleased with himself. She'll find it's weaker than the first -- watered down from that near-poisonous stuff he was imbibing, but easier to drink. So: he undoubtedly meant it for her. That or he's going soft early in the night. With his hard-won glass back in his hand, the bronzerider looks much more content, like everything's ''right'' in the world. He regards Edyis, looking pleased at her appreciation of the wine. "I'd suggest speaking with Weyrwoman Azaylia. I'm sure she'll take you under her wing." It's an odd comment, perhaps -- hard to tell whether he means that Edyis needs the protection, or that Azaylia's habit is to do so.

''Watered''. There's another of those laughs, lower this time in pitch and volume alike, for the discovery at the very least. "A busy woman. But. Going to leave you in R'hin's capable hands meanwhile," Leova says. Her smile slides free again, just for a moment. "Reckon he'd treat you as well as any granddaughter. Night to you both." The lift of her glass salutes the girl who's made it off the sands, but also that glass's provider, right before she departs.

Edyis considered R'hin's suggestion a few moments, before Leova's words interrupted her thoughts. "Indeed, thank you for the introductions, I hope to see you around Leova." With the woman gone, there is no more distraction, and she nods. "I imagine I should speak with her, there are a great many things to consider about the future after all." She finally seems to relax, the wine. "Was it like that for you when you stood? I still don't understand why some ''want'' to become riders."

Taking a generous gulp from his glass, R'hin's in the process of swallowing the stronger liqueur when Leova speaks, and so his pale eyes have to do the talking for him, tracking Leova's departure with a silent promise of retaliation. "She really ''is'' in a mean mood tonight. That boor of hers must've been particularly annoying." Refocusing on Edyis, it's her question that earns the most consideration. "It was... they're always a whirl of confusion and uncertainty and terror." Her latter comment earns a pleased laugh, and a more speculative look as if interested. "The harpers spin glorious tales of riders and their lives. The harpers do their job well," is his answer.

Edyis shivered a little. "I'm not sure I'd ever do it again. Sharing your private thoughts with another being constantly. Don't you ever get frustrated by it?" She considers his response swirling the wine in her glass. "Why did you wish to become a rider if it isn't too bold to ask?"

"You... learn to adjust. Learn to live with it." R'hin doesn't dispute her comment, exactly, which might be confirmation. His gaze is wandering, lingering on the rough crew of people that includes Jo. It's with a sharp shake of his head, albeit a rueful smile, that he says, "Such tough questions on what's supposed to be a night of celebration. Perhaps save that question for Azaylia. You should get some food before it's all snapped up by the hungry... holders." If it's a brush off, it's a smooth enough one, with an easy smile. "I'd say some platitude like 'see you around', but it's likely you won't again. Good evening, Edyis."

Edyis nods. "Evening."

With a last nod of farewell, R'hin steps away, heading directly for the group Jo's at, bending to murmur something towards the bluerider, before the pair disappears off into the crowd together.
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Logs talk:Self-Made Jerks

2016-02-05T19:17:27Z

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==Farideh (06:57, 5 February 2016 (PST)) said... ==

This is why we can't have nice things! I'm disowning both of you.
==Edyis (11:17, 5 February 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Pops popcorn and watches. MORE PLEASE!

Logs:Thoughts on Nabol

2016-02-05T04:44:12Z

Squishy: Created page with "{{Log |who=Edyis, Jocelyn, |what=Edyis has a question for Jocelyn, Jocelyn is not amused. |where=Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |involves=High Reaches Weyr |day=2 |month=12..."

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Jocelyn,
|what=Edyis has a question for Jocelyn, Jocelyn is not amused.
|where=Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=2
|month=12
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.02.04
|quote="Then follow the proper chain of command if you decide to act on your good intentions for the weyr. It's why we ''have'' one."
|mentions=K'del, Farideh, Mielline, Jo,
|type=Log
|ooc=Feel free to edit or make changes.
|icons-new=Icon edyis worried.jpeg, Icon Jocelyn displeased.png,
|desc=>---< Jocelyn's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr >----------------------------------<

Separated from both the weyrleaders' complex and the dragon's ledge by
heavy tapestries, this weyr is easily spacious enough to fit at least
three, large dragons, an enormity that feels rather empty due to the
minimal furnishings. The outermost room of this weyr currently seems to be
designated as a front-facing, public space. Centered between the two
entrances, a large, stone table is surrounded by several sensible,
straight-backed chairs. Nearby, a trap door in the wall covers an old,
elevator-pulley system connected to the kitchens, its mechanism
occasionally finicky despite its polished state. A sizable, glassed-in
bookshelf is built into the wall near the opening that leads into the
inner weyr, containing a handful of books and situated next to a series of
small, empty ceiling hooks which look suitable for hanging plants. Two
cozy-looking armchairs are available for more informal seating, precisely
arranged around a homespun rug in dark blue, but the present paucity of
decor does little to render this outer room as anything but severe.

Curtained off by thick, dark drapery, the entrance immediately beyond
opens to more private chambers, a section of two bubbles in the caldera
wall joined by a short tunnel. The smaller, blue-wash walled room closest
to the outer weyr also connects to a personal bath, largely enclosed off
by a carefully carved strip of rock wall. Heat and cool air mingle in the
space between it and the rider's bedchamber, which is mostly filled by a
large bed kept made up in plain linens and blankets. At the foot of the
bed is a large, ornately carved chest of sweet redwood; against the far
wall is a darkly-stained armoire.
|log=Dragon> A wash of sea air, and a fathomless blue ripples at the outer edge of thought, the touch of Akluseth's cheerful watery tenor. << Ed wishes to speak with yours, if you have the time Aidavanth. >>

Dragon> Aidavanth's customary warmth meets Akluseth's sea breeze, all friendliness for the brown's cheer. There's a pause while she checks in with Jocelyn, then, in her clear alto: << She's free. I'll tell her to expect your Edyis. >> In the meantime, ''she'' is enjoying a graceful glide high above the bowl; he's welcome to join her, if he likes.

Inside Jocelyn's weyr, the outer chamber doesn't exactly broadcast warmth and coziness for incoming visitors. Still, it's clean, if minimally furnished. There's a pitcher awaiting in the center of the large table, recently refreshed with water and accompanied by two glasses. The goldrider herself, not yet in sight, might still be back in her private quarters, but someone has at least gone to the trouble of uncovering more glowbaskets so that this room might be more prepared to receive someone.

Dragon> To Aidavanth, Akluseth projects, << Be there soon.>>

Boots hit stone, Edyis deposited on the ledge neatly. The brown wings up to join the young queen. Granted he's not above a touch of trick flying here and there, but it's an act of pleasure rather than showing off. In the weyr, the bottle in her satchel clinks, as Edyis waits quietly at attention for Jocelyn to make her presence known. Dark eyes take notice of the details in the room, slipping off her gloves and cap and tucking them into the satchel that hangs at her side.

Jocelyn strides through that second curtain some minutes after Edyis arrives, growing hair clipped neatly back from her face. Today's duties likely involved shadowing one of the wings with her fellow classmates since she's still in riding pants and boots, even if the jacket's quietly hung on a hook near the passage to the ledge. "This is a surprise, " the redhead says plainly, eyebrows lifting as she takes in the brownrider's posture with a considering look. "Sit down, Edyis. What can I do for you?" She crosses to the table, nudging a chair out with a foot before taking a seat next to it. "Water?"

"Please," Edyis answers of water, pulling the bottle of wine from the satchel and depositing it on the table before claiming the chair. "I wasn't sure if you preferred wine, tea, or something else, but that one is a Benden White. It seemed rude to show up empty-handed. If you'd have preferred something else let me know." There is a soft nostalgic twist of her lips with the comment as she takes in the general appearance of the goldrider. "You seemed, a little distressed the other day when we were talking about the issues in Nabol. There was something I wanted to ask you, off the record."

Jocelyn clearly wasn't expecting any of this - the visit, the wine, the pending inquiry - all of which contribute to the furrow that steadily grows in her forehead as she studies Edyis from her seat. "You didn't have to bring the wine, " she says slowly, gaze sharpening. "I can't promise that I ''can'' answer you, but you've my word that I'll try."

The laugh at mention of the wine is a warm one, "Old habits I suppose, I should have asked your preference before hand." Edyis notes dutifully, with an easy shrug to the non-promise of answering. "Of course." There is a sheepish brush of a stray curl from her face. "I'm not sure if you are aware that I came out of Nabol originally before I impressed. One of the Refugees from the time before Lady Nabol took over." The brownrider's brow furrows, "While I don't have family there anymore, there are still people who I keep in touch with."

"I didn't know, " Jocelyn confirms, scrutiny increasing as the brownrider volunteers this new information. "Friends? People close to some of Lady Nabol's holders?" she guesses casually.

"They are Lady Nabol's holders." The brownrider answers firmly, "Most of them are in Esvay Valley, but there's also some traders who go through the area." Edyis pauses a moment, "And while the Weyr shouldn't get too involved in the affairs of the holds, I imagine that knowing what is going on is likely invaluable. I can't promise I'll hear anything that would be of use or put your mind at ease, but I can at least relay the things I do hear and find out to you." She shrugs, "Of course if it wouldn't be of any use I can understand that as well. You just, struck me as someone who could see people as people. Whether attached to a dragon, or blooded, or not."

Over pouring herself a glass of water and careful sips, the goldrider listens, frown deepening steadily. "You haven't volunteered this to the weyrleaders, have you." Really, it's more statement than question. "Nor have you exactly asked me anything yet. If your question is, 'would that knowledge be useful, ' I will defer to ''your'' words." No, it doesn't hurt to know what's going on.

"At one time I might have gone directly to K'del. When I was younger I did go with a similar matter, but impression changes things. I have a Wingsecond and Wingleader to approach first now." Edyis notes, watching Jocelyn thoughtfully. "I wanted to know your thoughts on it first, if there was even need of such a thing. If you think it could be valuable, while not putting the weyr in a problematic position, I can take the necessary steps forward. If not, I have at least offered what I can to be of service to the Weyr."

"I'm neither your wingsecond nor your wingleader, " Jocelyn points out unnecessarily, setting her glass down so that she can steeple her fingers and stare evenly at Edyis, features set into a look that might best be called measuring. "And yet, you've chosen to bring this - ''offer'' - to me. How interesting." The line of her jaw tightens a fraction. "What you're suggesting - " And she breaks off, lips pressing thin before she abruptly pushes her chair back to stand. Crisply, "No one can make a proper decision in any scenario without being well-informed. I'd prefer you offer to share what you would learn with K'del and Farideh. If, for some reason, you feel that you cannot directly do so, know that I'm going to pass on anything you ''happen'' to feel like saying in my hearing that could help them make an informed decision for this weyr." It's a reluctant agreement, and yet? Not quite one.

A dark brow creeps slowly skyward, quizzically. "If you want to read that much into the situation then I suppose that could be an accurate statement. Though the idea was prompted by the discussion with you." Edyis points out, perhaps equally unnecessarily. "I'm always happy to share anything that might be of value with K'del, and make no mistake I intend to follow the proper chain of command in the process." She tilts her head, studying the redhead pensively. "Is it that uncomfortable for you to discuss something that is merely an idea?" Concern tinting her voice.

Jocelyn's arms fold across her chest. "Then follow the proper chain of command if you decide to act on your good intentions for the weyr. It's why we ''have'' one." Bald though those words are, the weyrling's subsequent, "I appreciate that you felt able to talk to me about this unofficially. I'll find a good use for the Benden, " might help to soften her dismissal.

Both brows go skyward at the reaction, but whatever Edyis had been about to say dies on her lips. The brownrider pulls to her feet somewhat stiffly, and there's a sort of salute to the words. The dismissal taken for what it is. Though her steps halt, "A parting thought, Not everyone is out to use you because of the color of your dragon's hide." It's gentle, and fleeting as the brownrider starts to make her way in the direction of the inner caverns.

Jocelyn stares at the place where Edyis had been sitting for some time after she's left, permitting herself a skeptical noise once there's only the walls to hear it while she tidies up the tray of glassware for its return to the kitchens. 'Not everyone, ' indeed, which is surely a number smaller than 'most.'
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Logs:Near Graduation

2016-02-04T03:56:43Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Pia
|what=Edyis has an early graduation gift for Pia.
|where=The Sandbar, Ista Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=2
|month=13
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.02.03
|quote="It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."
|mentions=Aishani, Jo, Lys, Mielline, N'rek, R'vel, Yesia, Z'kiel
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon edyis care free.jpg, Icon edyis akluseth.jpg, Icon pia just a girl.jpg, Icon pia luishaeth.jpg,
|desc=>---< The Sandbar, Ista Weyr(#447RJ) >---------------------------------------<

Standing on stilts over the water's edge with a broad ramp leading up from
the beach, the thatch-roofed building sits well above the highest tide
line. The walls of the structure are nothing but timber frames, open to
the cooling sea breezes but equipped with hinged panels of woven grass
that can be lowered during inclement weather. Within, supporting pillars
are draped in cast-off nets and shells and myriad tables provide seating
with spectacular panoramic views of the ocean, beach, and the bustling
activity of the docks to the west. A finely polished, sparkling slab of
obsidian serves as the bar and it's smooth surface is etched with
decorative carvings of shipfish and flowers and other emblems of the
tropical location. Shelves behind the bar are lined with bottles and
glasses of various shapes and sizes and hanging in prominent view are
slates listing the menu, beverages both alcoholic and not as well as a
handful of greasy appetizers provided by the kitchen to the rear of the
bar.

Use '+drinks' to see the drink menu.
>-------------------------------------< 2D 13M 39T I10, winter afternoon >---<
|log=While it may still be winter in Reaches, Ista is balmy breezes and sunshine the beach and beach side bars already starting to fill with people looking to spend an afternoon in the sea and sand. Akluseth, already freed from those pesky straps is sunning on a sandbar out in the water. His rider, already out of Reachian leathers and into more weather appropriate attire, a sea-green sun-dress and sandals. She's claimed one of the tables at The Sandbar, a large paper wrapped parcel sitting on the table while she nurses a tropical drink of some variety. Dark eyes scan the sky and the beach waiting for the arrival of the guests of honor it would seem.

Luishaeth has already visited Ista (and found it wanting; who would want water as clear as ''that''?!), but in this Pia reigns supreme: they ''are'' going to meet Edyis and Akluseth, and they ''are'' going to enjoy it. The small, dark green thus appears overhead right on time, swerving downwards to land within the bowl rather than on the beach. It means Pia has further to walk to find Edyis; still, she's as cheerful as ever as she approaches, changed into a light sundress of her own. "Edyis! Isn't it ''lovely'' here, after all the snow at home?"

Water is water. Or at least that seems to be Akluseth's feeling on the subject, and it's a friendly rumble and a soft sea breeze of unobtrusive greeting from the brown to the weyrling pair. Edyis grins when she recognizes the starcrafter's voice and nods with a warm smile. "I thought it might be a nice change of scenery, since winter's finally rolled in back home. Plus the food and the drinks here are decent." There's a gesture for her to take the seat in front of the brightly colored parcel. "How does it feel to have weyrlinghood nearly over?"

Huh. Luishaeth plainly disagrees, but perhaps she's disinclined to argue verbally-- or perhaps she'll wait for Akluseth to start it. For now, she launches herself back into the air and begins to head out to see, wings carefully capturing the breezes as she seeks darker, deeper water. ''Better''. Pia, grinning, slinks herself into the offered chair, eyes dropping briefly towards the parcel, and then back up to Edyis. "It feels ''good''," she admits. "A bit like the very end of my apprenticeship, except I didn't know for ''sure'' I was going to walk the tables, you know? If I failed. But I know I'm not going to fail weyrlinghood."

Edyis laughs, "I very much doubt you would have failed your apprenticeship either." She catches the glance to the parcel, and her smile turns wry, "Have you given any thought to what wing you want to be assigned to? Not that you get much choice in the matter but it's always fun to speculate." Waving over one of the servers to order another round of food and drinks.

If we're being honest, ''Pia'' very much doubts she would have failed her apprenticeship, too, and likely did at the time... but, well. Edyis' question draws some surprise from the weyrling; "Tundra, of course! I already ''know'' I'm headed there-- it's not that I think it was formed ''because'' of me, but R'vel has already indicated that was part of it. Thanks to you! I'm looking forward to it. To getting back into my mapping. I have some great projects in mind."

Maybe it's the enthusiasm, but Edyis can't help but laugh a little at the answer. "I thought as much, but one never knows for certain." Nudging the parcel closer to the greenrider now. "I didn't have all that much to do with it to be honest, but it's a good experiment, Tundra. I look forward to seeing the results of your efforts. Hopefully your graduation present will go a little ways in helping you achieve those goals."

''Inside the brightly dyed paper is a large wooden box, that when opened reveals several trays containing inks and pigments. A ruler, compass and sextant have been included, as well as a large sheaf of handmade papers of varying textures and materials along with parchment hides, some appearing standard while others have color to them that might suggest a different animal used than the norm. Pencils, ink-pens and nibs have also been included in their own pull out trays.''

"You brought it to their attention," points out Pia. "Or, anyway, you brought ''me'' to their attention." She's grateful; her genuine appreciation is so-obvious in the warmth of her words and the brightness of her expression, though it's also true that her gaze drops again towards the package, which she opens with eager fingers even though, "Edyis, I haven't graduated ''yet'' you kno-- oooh." The sound she makes is one of pure delight, followed by a happy, contented sigh. "It's ''beautiful''," she continues, opening one tray after another.

"Yes well, I got my graduation presents early, I figured I would continue the tradition. Besides with areas opening their doors again now that the plague has passed, well better early than late I figure." The sounds earn a satisfied smile from the former scribe, "I was experimenting with different materials for paper and some of the animal hides that Z'kiel brings me from his hunts. Let me know if there's one that works particularly well. You will probably have to experiment quite a bit with sketching while Luishaeth flies to figure out which things work best."

Pia lets her fingertips brush their way across the pencils and pens, and then the paper and hides as well; again, she sighs, that tactile experience clearly bringing her some great joy. "Thank you," she says, firmly. "I... just ''thank you'', Edyis. It's perfect. I'll make the most beautiful maps you can imagine with it all, I promise."

"Just promise me that you will never come to regret your decision to stand, and that will be more than thanks enough." Edyis comments softly, warmth radiating in her smile. "What projects did you have in mind? I'm curious now." She admits as the food and drink arrive. Sipping from her glass as she watches the weyrling with her gift.

"How could I ever regret Lui, however grumpy she is?" There's more than simple fondness in Pia's words when she speaks of her dragon; clearly they work well together, despite their differences in personality. "The big one," she continues, reluctantly letting her fingers slip away from the gift, but mostly so that she can accept a drink, wiping condensation of the glass with her fingertips, "is that I want to properly map all the islands. The western ones, I mean."

Edyis smiles, noting the affection. "The Western Isles, forgive me my Geography's a little rusty. Would that include the Island that Lord Devaki came from?" She grins, "You could probably compare your fly overs against the records the Seacraft has, and add in the currents since those are harder to see from the air."

"Yeee-sss," is Pia's answer to the question of Devaki and his fellow islanders. "That's right. There may be other islands out there that people live on, so I guess there's probably some reason why the maps aren't great, but... I don't want to land and ''talk'' to anyone. I just want to know exactly what's out there. But," she gives a quick, firm nod, "the currents are a good idea. I'll look into that. Good thing I've some connections there."

Edyis nods, thoughtfully, "Might find more than just an island of people. Wouldn't be safe to land either all things considered." She tilts her head a moment, "If you run into anything peculiar you can always reach out to us. Or to your wing." Scratching at her chin with a stray thought. "There was a queer rumor that floated around when Aishani was lost, it probably amounted to nothing but." The scribe's brows furrow a little. "Just be careful."

"Devaki and his lot were ''exiled'' out there," agrees Pia, with a frown setting itself into her face; an unusual look for her. "There could be others like that, though I can't imagine anyone surviving out there for ''long''." Which could be worse, depending on your way of seeing it. She hesitates, then, setting down her glass to consider Edyis. "A queer rumor?"

"Or you could have people out there that don't want to be found, there was a problem with pirates a few turns back." She sets the glass down looking at it, closing her eyes as though trying to remember a report page. When Edyis opens them again, "Some thought that Aishani's death was not an accident. Granted for that to be true there would have to be something out there that could take out a dragon in the air, which to the best of my knowledge there isn't." She shrugs, "Logically it isn't something to give any credence to. Just one of those weird rumors that pops up from time to time."

Brow furrowing, Pia gives an exaggerated little shiver despite the warmth of the Istan afternoon. "That's an awful thought," she tells Edyis. "I can't even imagine. But, well. At least they died together, whatever happened. Can you even imagine, dying ''without'' your dragon?"

The last question has the woman swallowing hard. "I can,It has happened a few times. I can't begin to imagine what that would do to Akluseth, or what losing him would do to me." She shakes the shiver off. "It might be a selfish thing to say, but I would be more worried about losing Akluseth than him losing me, I don't think ..." She shakes her head as though to shake off the train of thought. "Really there is no need to discuss such thing, other than the letter to put in with the healers. Just be careful and don't take stupid risks and everything will work out fine." Right?

Pia chews on her lip, giving her own sharp swallow in reply to Edyis'. "Well," she says, after a moment. "He'd go between pretty quickly, wouldn't he? ''They'' never survive us. But we... we don't have that immediate way out." Dark eyes, so surprisingly serious, study the other rider before she abruptly nods sharply. "Right. And know what it is we plan, if the worst ever happens. ''Really'' I think we should discuss something more cheerful, don't you think? How are ''you'', Edyis?"

At the question Edyis looks uncertain, "He wouldn't, not immediately, not unless he was absolutely certain I was gone." There's an appreciative smile for the suggestion of a topic change, "I'm the same as I always am." The non-answer given with a wide toothy smile. "I have a few projects of my own that I have to discuss with my wingleader and second first, but hopefully it will do some good. If not I can always focus on stitching books together and keeping Akluseth from chasing ''every'' green that glows." It might not be heard, but there is definitely an indignant snort from the direction of the brown. << Do not. >>

"He'd know, though. How could he not?" Pia's absolutely sure of this. "That's what happens, I thought: they just ''can't'' live without us, so the moment we die..." But that's a depressing topic, and one she's already attempted to shift them away from. Her cheerfulness returns, at least, for Edyis' explanation. "Does he win a lot?" she wonders. "Lui's not shown any sign of being ready to go up, but I ''suppose'' it could happen in the next couple of months."

That is a question Edyis doesn't have an exact answer for, and since they are shifting on, though perhaps to an equally uncomfortable topic Edyis gives an exasperated sigh. "He chases alot, which probably isn't the same thing but," And then there's a look of absolute terror at the realization that Lui could go up. "The weyrling greens, oh Faranth. I forgot about that." Though it's probably not Pia that is the cause of distress. "What if he catches Evyth? I mean he chases Aeaeth just to spite me but I don't think I could handle... just no. No. No no no no no no no. No." Down the hatch with the drink.

Pia can't seem to help herself: she begins to giggle. "I'm sorry!" she says, as she begins to take control of herself again. "But the look on your face... is it really so bad?"

Edyis attempts to smooth her expression into something less comical, but likely she fails. "Lycinea is not my favorite person in the world, no. I mean," She sighs, "She seems much easier to get along with since she impressed, but on the list of top ten people I would want to sleep with? She's probably 686. And before you pass judgment on me, it's not the female thing that is the issue, I will have you know. It's mostly just the... I mean it's Lys. Evyth is such a sweet heart too, I'm sure he'll wind up chasing if she goes up. Truth be told he'll probably chase Luishaeth if she goes up too, but I get the feeling that you don't have to worry too much about him actually catching."

All those words, one after another, and Pia can just laugh again-- but she doesn't seem to be laughing ''at'' Edyis. "Well," she says, "what's the likelihood, really? I mean, I don't have any experience in these matters, but it doesn't seem ''so'' terrible. Just try and make sure you're outside the weyr when it happens. As for Lui," and for this, she gives a little shrug of her own, "I don't think she especially likes ''anyone'', so Akluseth shouldn't take it personally. I'm craftbred, so this is all weird for me, but... it doesn't seem ''so'' bad. I know I'll manage."

Edyis manages to reign in the word vomit as she listens, and concern touches the edges of her expression. "You, took care of things right?" Edyis notes gently, "I mean if you got that out of the way generally it isn't too terrible. Not that I tend to stick around after the fact personally very often." Would that sound worse if she were a guy? "What about you, is there anyone you'd like to have catch?"

''That'' just makes Pia giggle all over again. "I'm not ''holdbred''," she tells Edyis. "Really, I'm not at all concerned. She'll be caught by whomever she's caught, and as long as they're not ''cruel'', I'm sure I'll be just fine." If there ''is'' anyone in particular she'd like to catch, she's not telling. Instead, "Do people expect you to stick around? Or is it just... 'well, see you around!'?"

"I've not run across anyone whose been upset that I left. Though I've heard there are some who go for a second and third round sometimes. I never really did it myself because I was seeing someone at the time." She exhales then softly, "Seems to depend on the person really." There's a wry smile, "And don't think I missed that you didn't answer."

Pia's turn to ask a probing question: "You ''were'' seeing someone? But now you're not?"

Edyis blinks a little, as though she herself had not been aware of the tense used. "I'm not sure what you would call it, He lives in a different weyr, and is Wing-second in his wing, so weyr-mating is impossible." A small frown works its way over her expression, "Maybe it's more accurate to say that I don't know what to call the relationship anymore. I care about him, and see him when I'm able, but that's all it will ever be."

Pia, sympathetic, gives an abrupt little nod. "Well," she says, "there's something to be said for ''not'' weyrmating, too, I think. I'm so very glad to have my own space back-- Lui scarcely counts-- and I know it's been months since we moved in, but I ''still'' feel that way. But I'm sorry, if it's not what you wanted, in this case. I hope it works out."

Edyis shrugs, "You live and you learn, as tales of first love go, it didn't go poorly." Edyis laughs a little, "I'm not sure I could share my space with another human being for the long term anyway." There's another lift of the shoulders, "As long as he isn't hurt by me being with other people then I think It probably will. Who knows, I've yet to figure out dragon rider relationships, at least not without a flowchart, and about three wells of ink."

Pia's laugh, for this last, is merry. "Can you imagine trying to flowchart who has slept with whom, in a Weyr? Given flights and everything?" The idea seems to genuinely tickle her fancy, though she breaks off from that thought to add, "It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."

"If you had a hide the size of a gold it likely wouldn't be large enough." Edyis agrees, and there's a lift of her brow, "There's a right approach?"

Pia chases some ice around within her glass and says, cheerfully, "Well, there's a ''wrong'' approach, at least. That would me... weeping and wailing and expecting things to have gone a certain way, and... you know what I mean? You're being sensible, which is ''my'' idea of a good approach."

Edyis laughs, "I'm so used to things falling apart, that I'm not sure I would even recognize when something was going right anymore." Finishing off her drink. "Just have to deal with everything as it comes the best way you know how I guess. I've never been good at it, but I try." She sighs looking at the glass. "Probably need to head back soon don't we?"

"As long as it's the best way you know how," begins Pia, but she's not really good on answers, not really; she just smiles. "I suppose so. Back to the snow! If I can get Lui back here, anyway... she's probably halfway to the mainland by now!"
}}

Logs:Near Graduation

2016-02-04T03:54:40Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Pia
|what=Edyis has an early graduation gift for Pia.
|where=The Sandbar, Ista Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=2
|month=13
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.02.03
|quote="It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."
|mentions=Aishani, Jo, Lys, Mielline, N'rek, R'vel, Yesia, Z'kiel
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon edyis care free.jpg, Icon edyis akluseth.jpg, Icon pia just a girl.jpg, Icon pia luishaeth.jpg, AleghraSm.jpg,
|desc=>---< The Sandbar, Ista Weyr(#447RJ) >---------------------------------------<

Standing on stilts over the water's edge with a broad ramp leading up from
the beach, the thatch-roofed building sits well above the highest tide
line. The walls of the structure are nothing but timber frames, open to
the cooling sea breezes but equipped with hinged panels of woven grass
that can be lowered during inclement weather. Within, supporting pillars
are draped in cast-off nets and shells and myriad tables provide seating
with spectacular panoramic views of the ocean, beach, and the bustling
activity of the docks to the west. A finely polished, sparkling slab of
obsidian serves as the bar and it's smooth surface is etched with
decorative carvings of shipfish and flowers and other emblems of the
tropical location. Shelves behind the bar are lined with bottles and
glasses of various shapes and sizes and hanging in prominent view are
slates listing the menu, beverages both alcoholic and not as well as a
handful of greasy appetizers provided by the kitchen to the rear of the
bar.

Use '+drinks' to see the drink menu.
>-------------------------------------< 2D 13M 39T I10, winter afternoon >---<
|log=While it may still be winter in Reaches, Ista is balmy breezes and sunshine the beach and beach side bars already starting to fill with people looking to spend an afternoon in the sea and sand. Akluseth, already freed from those pesky straps is sunning on a sandbar out in the water. His rider, already out of Reachian leathers and into more weather appropriate attire, a sea-green sun-dress and sandals. She's claimed one of the tables at The Sandbar, a large paper wrapped parcel sitting on the table while she nurses a tropical drink of some variety. Dark eyes scan the sky and the beach waiting for the arrival of the guests of honor it would seem.

Luishaeth has already visited Ista (and found it wanting; who would want water as clear as ''that''?!), but in this Pia reigns supreme: they ''are'' going to meet Edyis and Akluseth, and they ''are'' going to enjoy it. The small, dark green thus appears overhead right on time, swerving downwards to land within the bowl rather than on the beach. It means Pia has further to walk to find Edyis; still, she's as cheerful as ever as she approaches, changed into a light sundress of her own. "Edyis! Isn't it ''lovely'' here, after all the snow at home?"

Water is water. Or at least that seems to be Akluseth's feeling on the subject, and it's a friendly rumble and a soft sea breeze of unobtrusive greeting from the brown to the weyrling pair. Edyis grins when she recognizes the starcrafter's voice and nods with a warm smile. "I thought it might be a nice change of scenery, since winter's finally rolled in back home. Plus the food and the drinks here are decent." There's a gesture for her to take the seat in front of the brightly colored parcel. "How does it feel to have weyrlinghood nearly over?"

Huh. Luishaeth plainly disagrees, but perhaps she's disinclined to argue verbally-- or perhaps she'll wait for Akluseth to start it. For now, she launches herself back into the air and begins to head out to see, wings carefully capturing the breezes as she seeks darker, deeper water. ''Better''. Pia, grinning, slinks herself into the offered chair, eyes dropping briefly towards the parcel, and then back up to Edyis. "It feels ''good''," she admits. "A bit like the very end of my apprenticeship, except I didn't know for ''sure'' I was going to walk the tables, you know? If I failed. But I know I'm not going to fail weyrlinghood."

Edyis laughs, "I very much doubt you would have failed your apprenticeship either." She catches the glance to the parcel, and her smile turns wry, "Have you given any thought to what wing you want to be assigned to? Not that you get much choice in the matter but it's always fun to speculate." Waving over one of the servers to order another round of food and drinks.

If we're being honest, ''Pia'' very much doubts she would have failed her apprenticeship, too, and likely did at the time... but, well. Edyis' question draws some surprise from the weyrling; "Tundra, of course! I already ''know'' I'm headed there-- it's not that I think it was formed ''because'' of me, but R'vel has already indicated that was part of it. Thanks to you! I'm looking forward to it. To getting back into my mapping. I have some great projects in mind."

Maybe it's the enthusiasm, but Edyis can't help but laugh a little at the answer. "I thought as much, but one never knows for certain." Nudging the parcel closer to the greenrider now. "I didn't have all that much to do with it to be honest, but it's a good experiment, Tundra. I look forward to seeing the results of your efforts. Hopefully your graduation present will go a little ways in helping you achieve those goals."

''Inside the brightly dyed paper is a large wooden box, that when opened reveals several trays containing inks and pigments. A ruler, compass and sextant have been included, as well as a large sheaf of handmade papers of varying textures and materials along with parchment hides, some appearing standard while others have color to them that might suggest a different animal used than the norm. Pencils, ink-pens and nibs have also been included in their own pull out trays.''

"You brought it to their attention," points out Pia. "Or, anyway, you brought ''me'' to their attention." She's grateful; her genuine appreciation is so-obvious in the warmth of her words and the brightness of her expression, though it's also true that her gaze drops again towards the package, which she opens with eager fingers even though, "Edyis, I haven't graduated ''yet'' you kno-- oooh." The sound she makes is one of pure delight, followed by a happy, contented sigh. "It's ''beautiful''," she continues, opening one tray after another.

"Yes well, I got my graduation presents early, I figured I would continue the tradition. Besides with areas opening their doors again now that the plague has passed, well better early than late I figure." The sounds earn a satisfied smile from the former scribe, "I was experimenting with different materials for paper and some of the animal hides that Z'kiel brings me from his hunts. Let me know if there's one that works particularly well. You will probably have to experiment quite a bit with sketching while Luishaeth flies to figure out which things work best."

Pia lets her fingertips brush their way across the pencils and pens, and then the paper and hides as well; again, she sighs, that tactile experience clearly bringing her some great joy. "Thank you," she says, firmly. "I... just ''thank you'', Edyis. It's perfect. I'll make the most beautiful maps you can imagine with it all, I promise."

"Just promise me that you will never come to regret your decision to stand, and that will be more than thanks enough." Edyis comments softly, warmth radiating in her smile. "What projects did you have in mind? I'm curious now." She admits as the food and drink arrive. Sipping from her glass as she watches the weyrling with her gift.

"How could I ever regret Lui, however grumpy she is?" There's more than simple fondness in Pia's words when she speaks of her dragon; clearly they work well together, despite their differences in personality. "The big one," she continues, reluctantly letting her fingers slip away from the gift, but mostly so that she can accept a drink, wiping condensation of the glass with her fingertips, "is that I want to properly map all the islands. The western ones, I mean."

Edyis smiles, noting the affection. "The Western Isles, forgive me my Geography's a little rusty. Would that include the Island that Lord Devaki came from?" She grins, "You could probably compare your fly overs against the records the Seacraft has, and add in the currents since those are harder to see from the air."

"Yeee-sss," is Pia's answer to the question of Devaki and his fellow islanders. "That's right. There may be other islands out there that people live on, so I guess there's probably some reason why the maps aren't great, but... I don't want to land and ''talk'' to anyone. I just want to know exactly what's out there. But," she gives a quick, firm nod, "the currents are a good idea. I'll look into that. Good thing I've some connections there."

Edyis nods, thoughtfully, "Might find more than just an island of people. Wouldn't be safe to land either all things considered." She tilts her head a moment, "If you run into anything peculiar you can always reach out to us. Or to your wing." Scratching at her chin with a stray thought. "There was a queer rumor that floated around when Aishani was lost, it probably amounted to nothing but." The scribe's brows furrow a little. "Just be careful."

"Devaki and his lot were ''exiled'' out there," agrees Pia, with a frown setting itself into her face; an unusual look for her. "There could be others like that, though I can't imagine anyone surviving out there for ''long''." Which could be worse, depending on your way of seeing it. She hesitates, then, setting down her glass to consider Edyis. "A queer rumor?"

"Or you could have people out there that don't want to be found, there was a problem with pirates a few turns back." She sets the glass down looking at it, closing her eyes as though trying to remember a report page. When Edyis opens them again, "Some thought that Aishani's death was not an accident. Granted for that to be true there would have to be something out there that could take out a dragon in the air, which to the best of my knowledge there isn't." She shrugs, "Logically it isn't something to give any credence to. Just one of those weird rumors that pops up from time to time."

Brow furrowing, Pia gives an exaggerated little shiver despite the warmth of the Istan afternoon. "That's an awful thought," she tells Edyis. "I can't even imagine. But, well. At least they died together, whatever happened. Can you even imagine, dying ''without'' your dragon?"

The last question has the woman swallowing hard. "I can,It has happened a few times. I can't begin to imagine what that would do to Akluseth, or what losing him would do to me." She shakes the shiver off. "It might be a selfish thing to say, but I would be more worried about losing Akluseth than him losing me, I don't think ..." She shakes her head as though to shake off the train of thought. "Really there is no need to discuss such thing, other than the letter to put in with the healers. Just be careful and don't take stupid risks and everything will work out fine." Right?

Pia chews on her lip, giving her own sharp swallow in reply to Edyis'. "Well," she says, after a moment. "He'd go between pretty quickly, wouldn't he? ''They'' never survive us. But we... we don't have that immediate way out." Dark eyes, so surprisingly serious, study the other rider before she abruptly nods sharply. "Right. And know what it is we plan, if the worst ever happens. ''Really'' I think we should discuss something more cheerful, don't you think? How are ''you'', Edyis?"

At the question Edyis looks uncertain, "He wouldn't, not immediately, not unless he was absolutely certain I was gone." There's an appreciative smile for the suggestion of a topic change, "I'm the same as I always am." The non-answer given with a wide toothy smile. "I have a few projects of my own that I have to discuss with my wingleader and second first, but hopefully it will do some good. If not I can always focus on stitching books together and keeping Akluseth from chasing ''every'' green that glows." It might not be heard, but there is definitely an indignant snort from the direction of the brown. << Do not. >>

"He'd know, though. How could he not?" Pia's absolutely sure of this. "That's what happens, I thought: they just ''can't'' live without us, so the moment we die..." But that's a depressing topic, and one she's already attempted to shift them away from. Her cheerfulness returns, at least, for Edyis' explanation. "Does he win a lot?" she wonders. "Lui's not shown any sign of being ready to go up, but I ''suppose'' it could happen in the next couple of months."

That is a question Edyis doesn't have an exact answer for, and since they are shifting on, though perhaps to an equally uncomfortable topic Edyis gives an exasperated sigh. "He chases alot, which probably isn't the same thing but," And then there's a look of absolute terror at the realization that Lui could go up. "The weyrling greens, oh Faranth. I forgot about that." Though it's probably not Pia that is the cause of distress. "What if he catches Evyth? I mean he chases Aeaeth just to spite me but I don't think I could handle... just no. No. No no no no no no no. No." Down the hatch with the drink.

Pia can't seem to help herself: she begins to giggle. "I'm sorry!" she says, as she begins to take control of herself again. "But the look on your face... is it really so bad?"

Edyis attempts to smooth her expression into something less comical, but likely she fails. "Lycinea is not my favorite person in the world, no. I mean," She sighs, "She seems much easier to get along with since she impressed, but on the list of top ten people I would want to sleep with? She's probably 686. And before you pass judgment on me, it's not the female thing that is the issue, I will have you know. It's mostly just the... I mean it's Lys. Evyth is such a sweet heart too, I'm sure he'll wind up chasing if she goes up. Truth be told he'll probably chase Luishaeth if she goes up too, but I get the feeling that you don't have to worry too much about him actually catching."

All those words, one after another, and Pia can just laugh again-- but she doesn't seem to be laughing ''at'' Edyis. "Well," she says, "what's the likelihood, really? I mean, I don't have any experience in these matters, but it doesn't seem ''so'' terrible. Just try and make sure you're outside the weyr when it happens. As for Lui," and for this, she gives a little shrug of her own, "I don't think she especially likes ''anyone'', so Akluseth shouldn't take it personally. I'm craftbred, so this is all weird for me, but... it doesn't seem ''so'' bad. I know I'll manage."

Edyis manages to reign in the word vomit as she listens, and concern touches the edges of her expression. "You, took care of things right?" Edyis notes gently, "I mean if you got that out of the way generally it isn't too terrible. Not that I tend to stick around after the fact personally very often." Would that sound worse if she were a guy? "What about you, is there anyone you'd like to have catch?"

''That'' just makes Pia giggle all over again. "I'm not ''holdbred''," she tells Edyis. "Really, I'm not at all concerned. She'll be caught by whomever she's caught, and as long as they're not ''cruel'', I'm sure I'll be just fine." If there ''is'' anyone in particular she'd like to catch, she's not telling. Instead, "Do people expect you to stick around? Or is it just... 'well, see you around!'?"

"I've not run across anyone whose been upset that I left. Though I've heard there are some who go for a second and third round sometimes. I never really did it myself because I was seeing someone at the time." She exhales then softly, "Seems to depend on the person really." There's a wry smile, "And don't think I missed that you didn't answer."

Pia's turn to ask a probing question: "You ''were'' seeing someone? But now you're not?"

Edyis blinks a little, as though she herself had not been aware of the tense used. "I'm not sure what you would call it, He lives in a different weyr, and is Wing-second in his wing, so weyr-mating is impossible." A small frown works its way over her expression, "Maybe it's more accurate to say that I don't know what to call the relationship anymore. I care about him, and see him when I'm able, but that's all it will ever be."

Pia, sympathetic, gives an abrupt little nod. "Well," she says, "there's something to be said for ''not'' weyrmating, too, I think. I'm so very glad to have my own space back-- Lui scarcely counts-- and I know it's been months since we moved in, but I ''still'' feel that way. But I'm sorry, if it's not what you wanted, in this case. I hope it works out."

Edyis shrugs, "You live and you learn, as tales of first love go, it didn't go poorly." Edyis laughs a little, "I'm not sure I could share my space with another human being for the long term anyway." There's another lift of the shoulders, "As long as he isn't hurt by me being with other people then I think It probably will. Who knows, I've yet to figure out dragon rider relationships, at least not without a flowchart, and about three wells of ink."

Pia's laugh, for this last, is merry. "Can you imagine trying to flowchart who has slept with whom, in a Weyr? Given flights and everything?" The idea seems to genuinely tickle her fancy, though she breaks off from that thought to add, "It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."

"If you had a hide the size of a gold it likely wouldn't be large enough." Edyis agrees, and there's a lift of her brow, "There's a right approach?"

Pia chases some ice around within her glass and says, cheerfully, "Well, there's a ''wrong'' approach, at least. That would me... weeping and wailing and expecting things to have gone a certain way, and... you know what I mean? You're being sensible, which is ''my'' idea of a good approach."

Edyis laughs, "I'm so used to things falling apart, that I'm not sure I would even recognize when something was going right anymore." Finishing off her drink. "Just have to deal with everything as it comes the best way you know how I guess. I've never been good at it, but I try." She sighs looking at the glass. "Probably need to head back soon don't we?"

"As long as it's the best way you know how," begins Pia, but she's not really good on answers, not really; she just smiles. "I suppose so. Back to the snow! If I can get Lui back here, anyway... she's probably halfway to the mainland by now!"
}}

Logs:Near Graduation

2016-02-04T03:54:12Z

Squishy: icon swap

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Pia
|what=Edyis has an early graduation gift for Pia.
|where=The Sandbar, Ista Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=2
|month=13
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016.02.03
|quote="It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."
|mentions=Aishani, Jo, Lys, Mielline, N'rek, R'vel, Yesia, Z'kiel
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon edyis care free.jpg, , Icon edyis akluseth.jpg, Icon pia just a girl.jpg, Icon pia luishaeth.jpg, AleghraSm.jpg,
|desc=>---< The Sandbar, Ista Weyr(#447RJ) >---------------------------------------<

Standing on stilts over the water's edge with a broad ramp leading up from
the beach, the thatch-roofed building sits well above the highest tide
line. The walls of the structure are nothing but timber frames, open to
the cooling sea breezes but equipped with hinged panels of woven grass
that can be lowered during inclement weather. Within, supporting pillars
are draped in cast-off nets and shells and myriad tables provide seating
with spectacular panoramic views of the ocean, beach, and the bustling
activity of the docks to the west. A finely polished, sparkling slab of
obsidian serves as the bar and it's smooth surface is etched with
decorative carvings of shipfish and flowers and other emblems of the
tropical location. Shelves behind the bar are lined with bottles and
glasses of various shapes and sizes and hanging in prominent view are
slates listing the menu, beverages both alcoholic and not as well as a
handful of greasy appetizers provided by the kitchen to the rear of the
bar.

Use '+drinks' to see the drink menu.
>-------------------------------------< 2D 13M 39T I10, winter afternoon >---<
|log=While it may still be winter in Reaches, Ista is balmy breezes and sunshine the beach and beach side bars already starting to fill with people looking to spend an afternoon in the sea and sand. Akluseth, already freed from those pesky straps is sunning on a sandbar out in the water. His rider, already out of Reachian leathers and into more weather appropriate attire, a sea-green sun-dress and sandals. She's claimed one of the tables at The Sandbar, a large paper wrapped parcel sitting on the table while she nurses a tropical drink of some variety. Dark eyes scan the sky and the beach waiting for the arrival of the guests of honor it would seem.

Luishaeth has already visited Ista (and found it wanting; who would want water as clear as ''that''?!), but in this Pia reigns supreme: they ''are'' going to meet Edyis and Akluseth, and they ''are'' going to enjoy it. The small, dark green thus appears overhead right on time, swerving downwards to land within the bowl rather than on the beach. It means Pia has further to walk to find Edyis; still, she's as cheerful as ever as she approaches, changed into a light sundress of her own. "Edyis! Isn't it ''lovely'' here, after all the snow at home?"

Water is water. Or at least that seems to be Akluseth's feeling on the subject, and it's a friendly rumble and a soft sea breeze of unobtrusive greeting from the brown to the weyrling pair. Edyis grins when she recognizes the starcrafter's voice and nods with a warm smile. "I thought it might be a nice change of scenery, since winter's finally rolled in back home. Plus the food and the drinks here are decent." There's a gesture for her to take the seat in front of the brightly colored parcel. "How does it feel to have weyrlinghood nearly over?"

Huh. Luishaeth plainly disagrees, but perhaps she's disinclined to argue verbally-- or perhaps she'll wait for Akluseth to start it. For now, she launches herself back into the air and begins to head out to see, wings carefully capturing the breezes as she seeks darker, deeper water. ''Better''. Pia, grinning, slinks herself into the offered chair, eyes dropping briefly towards the parcel, and then back up to Edyis. "It feels ''good''," she admits. "A bit like the very end of my apprenticeship, except I didn't know for ''sure'' I was going to walk the tables, you know? If I failed. But I know I'm not going to fail weyrlinghood."

Edyis laughs, "I very much doubt you would have failed your apprenticeship either." She catches the glance to the parcel, and her smile turns wry, "Have you given any thought to what wing you want to be assigned to? Not that you get much choice in the matter but it's always fun to speculate." Waving over one of the servers to order another round of food and drinks.

If we're being honest, ''Pia'' very much doubts she would have failed her apprenticeship, too, and likely did at the time... but, well. Edyis' question draws some surprise from the weyrling; "Tundra, of course! I already ''know'' I'm headed there-- it's not that I think it was formed ''because'' of me, but R'vel has already indicated that was part of it. Thanks to you! I'm looking forward to it. To getting back into my mapping. I have some great projects in mind."

Maybe it's the enthusiasm, but Edyis can't help but laugh a little at the answer. "I thought as much, but one never knows for certain." Nudging the parcel closer to the greenrider now. "I didn't have all that much to do with it to be honest, but it's a good experiment, Tundra. I look forward to seeing the results of your efforts. Hopefully your graduation present will go a little ways in helping you achieve those goals."

''Inside the brightly dyed paper is a large wooden box, that when opened reveals several trays containing inks and pigments. A ruler, compass and sextant have been included, as well as a large sheaf of handmade papers of varying textures and materials along with parchment hides, some appearing standard while others have color to them that might suggest a different animal used than the norm. Pencils, ink-pens and nibs have also been included in their own pull out trays.''

"You brought it to their attention," points out Pia. "Or, anyway, you brought ''me'' to their attention." She's grateful; her genuine appreciation is so-obvious in the warmth of her words and the brightness of her expression, though it's also true that her gaze drops again towards the package, which she opens with eager fingers even though, "Edyis, I haven't graduated ''yet'' you kno-- oooh." The sound she makes is one of pure delight, followed by a happy, contented sigh. "It's ''beautiful''," she continues, opening one tray after another.

"Yes well, I got my graduation presents early, I figured I would continue the tradition. Besides with areas opening their doors again now that the plague has passed, well better early than late I figure." The sounds earn a satisfied smile from the former scribe, "I was experimenting with different materials for paper and some of the animal hides that Z'kiel brings me from his hunts. Let me know if there's one that works particularly well. You will probably have to experiment quite a bit with sketching while Luishaeth flies to figure out which things work best."

Pia lets her fingertips brush their way across the pencils and pens, and then the paper and hides as well; again, she sighs, that tactile experience clearly bringing her some great joy. "Thank you," she says, firmly. "I... just ''thank you'', Edyis. It's perfect. I'll make the most beautiful maps you can imagine with it all, I promise."

"Just promise me that you will never come to regret your decision to stand, and that will be more than thanks enough." Edyis comments softly, warmth radiating in her smile. "What projects did you have in mind? I'm curious now." She admits as the food and drink arrive. Sipping from her glass as she watches the weyrling with her gift.

"How could I ever regret Lui, however grumpy she is?" There's more than simple fondness in Pia's words when she speaks of her dragon; clearly they work well together, despite their differences in personality. "The big one," she continues, reluctantly letting her fingers slip away from the gift, but mostly so that she can accept a drink, wiping condensation of the glass with her fingertips, "is that I want to properly map all the islands. The western ones, I mean."

Edyis smiles, noting the affection. "The Western Isles, forgive me my Geography's a little rusty. Would that include the Island that Lord Devaki came from?" She grins, "You could probably compare your fly overs against the records the Seacraft has, and add in the currents since those are harder to see from the air."

"Yeee-sss," is Pia's answer to the question of Devaki and his fellow islanders. "That's right. There may be other islands out there that people live on, so I guess there's probably some reason why the maps aren't great, but... I don't want to land and ''talk'' to anyone. I just want to know exactly what's out there. But," she gives a quick, firm nod, "the currents are a good idea. I'll look into that. Good thing I've some connections there."

Edyis nods, thoughtfully, "Might find more than just an island of people. Wouldn't be safe to land either all things considered." She tilts her head a moment, "If you run into anything peculiar you can always reach out to us. Or to your wing." Scratching at her chin with a stray thought. "There was a queer rumor that floated around when Aishani was lost, it probably amounted to nothing but." The scribe's brows furrow a little. "Just be careful."

"Devaki and his lot were ''exiled'' out there," agrees Pia, with a frown setting itself into her face; an unusual look for her. "There could be others like that, though I can't imagine anyone surviving out there for ''long''." Which could be worse, depending on your way of seeing it. She hesitates, then, setting down her glass to consider Edyis. "A queer rumor?"

"Or you could have people out there that don't want to be found, there was a problem with pirates a few turns back." She sets the glass down looking at it, closing her eyes as though trying to remember a report page. When Edyis opens them again, "Some thought that Aishani's death was not an accident. Granted for that to be true there would have to be something out there that could take out a dragon in the air, which to the best of my knowledge there isn't." She shrugs, "Logically it isn't something to give any credence to. Just one of those weird rumors that pops up from time to time."

Brow furrowing, Pia gives an exaggerated little shiver despite the warmth of the Istan afternoon. "That's an awful thought," she tells Edyis. "I can't even imagine. But, well. At least they died together, whatever happened. Can you even imagine, dying ''without'' your dragon?"

The last question has the woman swallowing hard. "I can,It has happened a few times. I can't begin to imagine what that would do to Akluseth, or what losing him would do to me." She shakes the shiver off. "It might be a selfish thing to say, but I would be more worried about losing Akluseth than him losing me, I don't think ..." She shakes her head as though to shake off the train of thought. "Really there is no need to discuss such thing, other than the letter to put in with the healers. Just be careful and don't take stupid risks and everything will work out fine." Right?

Pia chews on her lip, giving her own sharp swallow in reply to Edyis'. "Well," she says, after a moment. "He'd go between pretty quickly, wouldn't he? ''They'' never survive us. But we... we don't have that immediate way out." Dark eyes, so surprisingly serious, study the other rider before she abruptly nods sharply. "Right. And know what it is we plan, if the worst ever happens. ''Really'' I think we should discuss something more cheerful, don't you think? How are ''you'', Edyis?"

At the question Edyis looks uncertain, "He wouldn't, not immediately, not unless he was absolutely certain I was gone." There's an appreciative smile for the suggestion of a topic change, "I'm the same as I always am." The non-answer given with a wide toothy smile. "I have a few projects of my own that I have to discuss with my wingleader and second first, but hopefully it will do some good. If not I can always focus on stitching books together and keeping Akluseth from chasing ''every'' green that glows." It might not be heard, but there is definitely an indignant snort from the direction of the brown. << Do not. >>

"He'd know, though. How could he not?" Pia's absolutely sure of this. "That's what happens, I thought: they just ''can't'' live without us, so the moment we die..." But that's a depressing topic, and one she's already attempted to shift them away from. Her cheerfulness returns, at least, for Edyis' explanation. "Does he win a lot?" she wonders. "Lui's not shown any sign of being ready to go up, but I ''suppose'' it could happen in the next couple of months."

That is a question Edyis doesn't have an exact answer for, and since they are shifting on, though perhaps to an equally uncomfortable topic Edyis gives an exasperated sigh. "He chases alot, which probably isn't the same thing but," And then there's a look of absolute terror at the realization that Lui could go up. "The weyrling greens, oh Faranth. I forgot about that." Though it's probably not Pia that is the cause of distress. "What if he catches Evyth? I mean he chases Aeaeth just to spite me but I don't think I could handle... just no. No. No no no no no no no. No." Down the hatch with the drink.

Pia can't seem to help herself: she begins to giggle. "I'm sorry!" she says, as she begins to take control of herself again. "But the look on your face... is it really so bad?"

Edyis attempts to smooth her expression into something less comical, but likely she fails. "Lycinea is not my favorite person in the world, no. I mean," She sighs, "She seems much easier to get along with since she impressed, but on the list of top ten people I would want to sleep with? She's probably 686. And before you pass judgment on me, it's not the female thing that is the issue, I will have you know. It's mostly just the... I mean it's Lys. Evyth is such a sweet heart too, I'm sure he'll wind up chasing if she goes up. Truth be told he'll probably chase Luishaeth if she goes up too, but I get the feeling that you don't have to worry too much about him actually catching."

All those words, one after another, and Pia can just laugh again-- but she doesn't seem to be laughing ''at'' Edyis. "Well," she says, "what's the likelihood, really? I mean, I don't have any experience in these matters, but it doesn't seem ''so'' terrible. Just try and make sure you're outside the weyr when it happens. As for Lui," and for this, she gives a little shrug of her own, "I don't think she especially likes ''anyone'', so Akluseth shouldn't take it personally. I'm craftbred, so this is all weird for me, but... it doesn't seem ''so'' bad. I know I'll manage."

Edyis manages to reign in the word vomit as she listens, and concern touches the edges of her expression. "You, took care of things right?" Edyis notes gently, "I mean if you got that out of the way generally it isn't too terrible. Not that I tend to stick around after the fact personally very often." Would that sound worse if she were a guy? "What about you, is there anyone you'd like to have catch?"

''That'' just makes Pia giggle all over again. "I'm not ''holdbred''," she tells Edyis. "Really, I'm not at all concerned. She'll be caught by whomever she's caught, and as long as they're not ''cruel'', I'm sure I'll be just fine." If there ''is'' anyone in particular she'd like to catch, she's not telling. Instead, "Do people expect you to stick around? Or is it just... 'well, see you around!'?"

"I've not run across anyone whose been upset that I left. Though I've heard there are some who go for a second and third round sometimes. I never really did it myself because I was seeing someone at the time." She exhales then softly, "Seems to depend on the person really." There's a wry smile, "And don't think I missed that you didn't answer."

Pia's turn to ask a probing question: "You ''were'' seeing someone? But now you're not?"

Edyis blinks a little, as though she herself had not been aware of the tense used. "I'm not sure what you would call it, He lives in a different weyr, and is Wing-second in his wing, so weyr-mating is impossible." A small frown works its way over her expression, "Maybe it's more accurate to say that I don't know what to call the relationship anymore. I care about him, and see him when I'm able, but that's all it will ever be."

Pia, sympathetic, gives an abrupt little nod. "Well," she says, "there's something to be said for ''not'' weyrmating, too, I think. I'm so very glad to have my own space back-- Lui scarcely counts-- and I know it's been months since we moved in, but I ''still'' feel that way. But I'm sorry, if it's not what you wanted, in this case. I hope it works out."

Edyis shrugs, "You live and you learn, as tales of first love go, it didn't go poorly." Edyis laughs a little, "I'm not sure I could share my space with another human being for the long term anyway." There's another lift of the shoulders, "As long as he isn't hurt by me being with other people then I think It probably will. Who knows, I've yet to figure out dragon rider relationships, at least not without a flowchart, and about three wells of ink."

Pia's laugh, for this last, is merry. "Can you imagine trying to flowchart who has slept with whom, in a Weyr? Given flights and everything?" The idea seems to genuinely tickle her fancy, though she breaks off from that thought to add, "It sounds like you're taking the right approach to it, anyway."

"If you had a hide the size of a gold it likely wouldn't be large enough." Edyis agrees, and there's a lift of her brow, "There's a right approach?"

Pia chases some ice around within her glass and says, cheerfully, "Well, there's a ''wrong'' approach, at least. That would me... weeping and wailing and expecting things to have gone a certain way, and... you know what I mean? You're being sensible, which is ''my'' idea of a good approach."

Edyis laughs, "I'm so used to things falling apart, that I'm not sure I would even recognize when something was going right anymore." Finishing off her drink. "Just have to deal with everything as it comes the best way you know how I guess. I've never been good at it, but I try." She sighs looking at the glass. "Probably need to head back soon don't we?"

"As long as it's the best way you know how," begins Pia, but she's not really good on answers, not really; she just smiles. "I suppose so. Back to the snow! If I can get Lui back here, anyway... she's probably halfway to the mainland by now!"
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Logs:Pretend it didn't happen

2016-02-01T05:56:45Z

Squishy:

{{Log
|who=Edyis, Jo{{!}}N'rek,
|what=The Reachian and Telgari brownriders try to clear the air, or at least try for a clean slate.
|where=N'rek's Weyr, Telgar Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Area, Telgar Area
|day=7
|month=12
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016-01-20
|quote=" Actions speak louder than words in that."
|mentions=Jo, Mielline, Greta, Gerta,
|type=Log
|ooc=Feel free to edit or make changes.
|icons-new=Icon edyis aftermath.jpg, Icon jo n'rek.jpg,
|log=There were more valid reasons than Edyis could count for the scarcity of contact. Pandemic's had a way of making a mess of daily life, as did other unplanned ''events''. As the blinked into the sky above Telgar, they circled a few times as though they might jump back between. Eventually Akluseth's course winds them down to a familiar ledge, a warm watery greeting a warning of their impending landing, unless otherwise warned off. Edyis herself wears the look of someone just getting off sweeps, dark curls coiled beneath her cap, even as she pulls the goggles down to survey the area.

In the same light, there’s many reasons why N’rek hadn’t kept in much contact - save for a touch from Largath to Akluseth here and there. Between the plague and all the business involved within Telgar - not to mention the awkward rift that had sprung up between him and Edyis after the pregnancy confrontation - the brownrider has been expectantly absent and mired in work. This day, Largath is not present on his ledge, but his presence could be felt somewhere within the Weyr. The Reaches pair would find the weyr occupied, however, the drapery to the entrance peeled back to let in some light and air as N’rek could be seen pouring over sheets of written-over hides at his table.

Akluseth takes off once more, settling himself amongst the locals and leaving his rider to fend for herself. She pauses in the doorway, watching N'rek and the paperwork. An audible intake of breath, and her steps carry her over to where the brownrider sits, moving to wrap her arms around his shoulders in greeting if he allows, and lingers as long as he lets her. "Hey stranger." Her soft soprano lilts as she attempts to steal a peek at the paperwork over his shoulder.

It’s the presence and the touch of his arms that has N’rek looking over from the current hide he studies to regard her. Straightening and turning somewhat into the embrace with his hold still on the hides, “Ed, hey,” he greets, his tone amiable enough with a tinge of work weariness. “Largath just now mentioned you were around. How’s it been?”

"Better now that the danger has passed, just a lot of clearing the air left to do, same as there always is after a disaster." The corner of her mouth curves up, catching that touch of weariness in his tone. "What about you? They working you past the point of exhaustion?" Edyis spares a glance at the hides, a faint wrinkle appearing between her brows, "Did I catch you at a bad time? I brought dinner from that rib place, but if you're busy, I can just leave the food." The last an open avenue of escape, if he is looking for one.

"Ever since ''that''," and N'rek nods to a wingsecond shoulderknot lying almost half off the table he is sitting. "My wingleader thought it best to train me by saddling me with wing reports and I've been a little behind." leaning back now that she's mentioned food, "I can use a good break," he admits as he sets aside the hides, transferring from off the table to somewhere on the floor. "The reports will keep for a little while. I'm already behind. Now that the table is cleared, he gestures for Edyis to sit.

The knot draws her attention and it takes a moment to register that it is a wing second's knot. The basket with aforementioned food is settled onto the table, and a slow grin creeps over her lips. "Congratulations, may you grow to love the paperwork involved." Something of a smirk growing as she starts unloading the basket. "Are you happy with it?" The promotion, she probably means.

"I doubt it, at this point," N'rek gives on enjoying his new rank with a mock sigh before grinning. "Could be worse, I guess. Some of my friends in the other wings have worse wingleaders than mine." As to being happy with the promotion, he gives it a pause as he looks over the hides he was purusing before meeting Edyis' gaze and answering, "Rank is good. That's how I'm looking at it. It just needs some adjusting to. What about you? Any knots on your horizon?" and he's looking her over, as if trying to determine from her own shoulder knot. "Did you bring something to drink? If not, I have something from Ista that got once the quarantine was lifted."

"""I ''think'' it is a safe bet that I won't be getting a different knot for a while. Mielline doesn't have a need of two seconds, and I doubt she's planning on retiring anytime soon." Edyis notes thoughtfully, "Have to see what the next few turns hold, not that I'd be against it." Biting at her lower lip Edyis dismisses the thought with a shake of her head. For drinks there is a tell tale blush, "Would you believe that that particular detail slipped my mind? Istan fare it is." Oops. She settles into an empty chair, watching him. Her mouth opens as though to say something but she closes it immediately. "Other than the new knot how have you been?"

“I wouldn’t rule anything out,” N’rek says on her getting promoted with a slight grin. “I’m sure other wingleaders would check you out, too.” He nods for the food, for them to commence with the meal as he gets up from the table and heads over to where he stores his bottles. As he goes to get their Istan drinks, he answers her on the last with an easy, “Been fine, other than the added workload. Humble that I didn’t get the plague like others did.”

"Cross that bridge when I get to it." Edyis laughs easily, "Largath told Akluseth as much. I didn't either, but Reaches went into lock down quickly, my sisters weren't as lucky. Greta's recovered and should be in Honshu this time tomorrow." Passing over other less savory topics attached to that particular line of discussion. Her lips press together, and finally, "I would have visited sooner, but I thought you probably wanted your space."

"I'm sorry to hear that," N'rek remarks as he straightens from where he is, looking over at Edyis. "About your sisters. A lot of my mates lost family, too. I imagine it's been pretty depressing there as it has been here." He returns to the table with one bottle and two glasses, setting each down one by one in the pause that lingers from her last. He unscrews the cap and pours generously into both glasses before sitting down and nudging one of them in her direction as he takes up the other with one hand. "You know you're always welcome here," he says now, seating himself and looking her way. "I figured you needed ''yours'', after..."

"Can't stop living because you've lost someone, You Mielline and Jo taught me that." Edyis notes reaching for the glass. "Spending a lot of time in warm places with warm thoughts, and doing the same for Greta when I'm able. I'm grateful for those who survived." She answers on depressing places. She takes a gulp from the glass, pulling the plate over in the space between his sitting and the question. "I don't know if I did or not." Is honest at least, "That it happened at all is something I still find difficult to believe. I think it was more of a wake up call than I expected." Brows drawn together as she pokes at a starchy vegetable of sorts with her fork.

“Warm places like where?” N’rek asks in his curiosity as he takes a drink and then digs into his meal. “I haven’t been going anywhere warm of late since the quarantine.” When Edyis speaks of a wake up call, there’s a slight brow for that. “What sort?” he asks now, watching her.

"Southern beaches mostly, sometimes I'll take a run in Ista if we aren't too worn out from sweeps." Edyis notes, with a half smile, "Not that I get to go much mind you, but it's been good for me and him both." The question makes her uncomfortable, another gulp of wine preceding the answer. "That it could happen, was the first. I rectified that with the healers a few days after." There is a pause between bites, "And I think I misunderstood you from the beginning. It wasn't like I believed we were weyrmates, but I thought there was something a little more substantial than just sex." She shrugs it off with a laugh. "Silly things really." Purposely digging in to stave off any other questions, or the possibility of noticing whatever expression he wears as he listens.

Indeed, N’rek is listening. He’s slower with his food, chewing carefully between bites as Edyis speaks. He doesn’t interrupt her, nor does he speak right away as he moves to take a drink from his glass. Once it’s set down, “It was more than just sex,” he tells her, his expression remaining easy and neutral. “I just can’t be your weyrmate. The distance ‘’alone’’, Ed...Telgar’s in my blood, just as much as I imagine that the Reaches is in yours.”

"I never asked you to," She notes, confusion and a touch of frustration plain on her features as she lets the fork rest on the plate. "I mean for fuck's sake how would that be fair to anyone? Just because I love you doesn't mean that I'm going to start demanding anything from you, or change my life around to suit your whims. The only reason I even told you to begin with is because I felt like you had the right to have a say in it." Down the hatch with the wine, well a sizable gulp of it anyway. Food is the better option.

Giving Edyis a look, “The way you came at me that time said differently,” N’rek notes in a counter. “No, you didn’t asked, but you were pretty upset. How else was I to take that?” He drains halfway down his glass before looking into the glass he holds briefly before setting it back on the table. “I appreciate the courtesy,” he remarks on the latter now, touch amused. “You can’t blame me for reacting the way I did, Ed. Actions speak louder than words in that. But,” he inclines his head towards her, “the rains have passed. I’m willing to not speak on it anymore if it was merely a misunderstanding.”

"Well I'm sorry, I've never been in a situation before where I've had to have the, 'Your sperm got on my egg on accident' talk. It isn't like I could ask my mother or stepmother about it." She shakes her head. "I'm also female, and was hormonal at the time, cut me a little slack will you?" The irritation, however, has mostly subsided into something milder. She sighs, "Let's just forget the whole thing ever happened, shall we?"

By the look the Telgari sends Edyis, he doesn’t seem too pleased by the tone of her apology. It’s silence that meets it, and it’s only to the last she says that he answers her at all. “I agree.”

"I really am sorry," She states more softly, finishing off the wine in her glass. "And all I have for my behavior is what probably will sound like excuses." Setting the wine glass down on the table. "Thing is even if we both sit here and agree to forget it, I really don't think you can. I'm not sure I can either though I want nothing more than to do that." Ink-dark eyes lifted upward as her voice takes on a far less jocular tone. "It will sit there in the back of your mind, and you'll look at me and wonder if I am trying to trap you in something, and I'll be hurt over the fact that you'd think I would do something that selfish."

N’rek’s face is composed, watching and listening to Edyis as she speaks. Once at the end, he finishes his glass before nodding and saying, “It’s not about thinking you’ll trap me. It’s about just being honest. No, I likely won’t forget it, but that’s okay. As long as you don’t blame the next time on being hormonal and treating me like I was crazy for feeling like I do, I’m good. We have to be open and honest if we’re going to be fine. Your food’s getting cold.” He nods towards her plate - even if he hasn’t been eating all that much himself in favor of drink.

"There isn't going to be a next time Rek." Edyis replies evenly, with the kind of conviction that can only come with absolute certainty. "And even if there was, as long as you don't start talking to me like I'm some random green rider you caught in a flight or someone you fucked with while flight lost, I'll be fine. That was what upset me." She looks to her plate then with a frown, poking at it, and managing another bite or two.

“I see,” is all N’rek says to something she says, but he doesn’t linger on it. Nodding once, “Deal.” He nods to her food for her to eat and he returns finally to his own meal as he says, “I’ll have to return to finishing up those reports soon. How’s business going?” he asks now as if it had suddenly occurred to him.

"There's some work to be done since some of the purchasers up and caught the plague, Fortunately it's mostly southern stock that we get, so other than being a little slower with output the supply is relatively unaffected." Brisk, and business like as she finishes up her food, or some of it at least. By the end there's still half a plate left. "I can take back the runs you picked up if you need more time to get reports done." settling the leftovers in an appropriate place as she pulls herself up from the table. "Just have Largath inform Akluseth." Moving over to place a peck on his cheek, which may serve as her farewell.

“Good,” N’rek nods to the report, seeming neutrally pleased. “Maybe new blood could help business. I do need to pause on the runs for awhile. Once things calm down around here…” and he takes a look around his own weyr, his gaze landing on the reports mentioned. “Largath can let Akluseth know when things settle again,” he tells her, looking back at her as she gets up and gives him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the food, and the break, Ed.”

Edyis nods to the possibility of new blood helping things, and nods again to his thanks. "Just don't forget to eat or show up at my weyr expecting to be fed the way Jo does. ''You'' aren't my boss so you don't get special treatment." She teases, lightly, before making her way out to the ledge where Akluseth is waiting.

“Will do,” is what N’rek says, finally permitting a grin to steal on his face. “See you around, Ed.” He rearranges things on his table to allow his reports to be his companions once more, and once Edyis is gone, he’s absorbed back into his work and food.
|Categories=Angst Logs
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Logs:Pretend it didn't happen

2016-02-01T05:52:42Z

Squishy: Created page with "{{Log |who=Edyis, N'rek, |what=The Reachian and Telgari brownriders try to clear the air, or at least try for a clean slate. |where=N'rek's Weyr, Telgar Weyr |involves=High Re..."

{{Log
|who=Edyis, N'rek,
|what=The Reachian and Telgari brownriders try to clear the air, or at least try for a clean slate.
|where=N'rek's Weyr, Telgar Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Area, Telgar Area
|day=7
|month=12
|turn=39
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2016-01-20
|quote=" Actions speak louder than words in that."
|mentions=Jo, Mielline, Greta, Gerta,
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|ooc=Feel free to edit or make changes.
|icons-new=Icon edyis aftermath.jpg, Icon jo n'rek.jpg,
|log=There were more valid reasons than Edyis could count for the scarcity of contact. Pandemic's had a way of making a mess of daily life, as did other unplanned ''events''. As the blinked into the sky above Telgar, they circled a few times as though they might jump back between. Eventually Akluseth's course winds them down to a familiar ledge, a warm watery greeting a warning of their impending landing, unless otherwise warned off. Edyis herself wears the look of someone just getting off sweeps, dark curls coiled beneath her cap, even as she pulls the goggles down to survey the area.

In the same light, there’s many reasons why N’rek hadn’t kept in much contact - save for a touch from Largath to Akluseth here and there. Between the plague and all the business involved within Telgar - not to mention the awkward rift that had sprung up between him and Edyis after the pregnancy confrontation - the brownrider has been expectantly absent and mired in work. This day, Largath is not present on his ledge, but his presence could be felt somewhere within the Weyr. The Reaches pair would find the weyr occupied, however, the drapery to the entrance peeled back to let in some light and air as N’rek could be seen pouring over sheets of written-over hides at his table.

Akluseth takes off once more, settling himself amongst the locals and leaving his rider to fend for herself. She pauses in the doorway, watching N'rek and the paperwork. An audible intake of breath, and her steps carry her over to where the brownrider sits, moving to wrap her arms around his shoulders in greeting if he allows, and lingers as long as he lets her. "Hey stranger." Her soft soprano lilts as she attempts to steal a peek at the paperwork over his shoulder.

It’s the presence and the touch of his arms that has N’rek looking over from the current hide he studies to regard her. Straightening and turning somewhat into the embrace with his hold still on the hides, “Ed, hey,” he greets, his tone amiable enough with a tinge of work weariness. “Largath just now mentioned you were around. How’s it been?”

"Better now that the danger has passed, just a lot of clearing the air left to do, same as there always is after a disaster." The corner of her mouth curves up, catching that touch of weariness in his tone. "What about you? They working you past the point of exhaustion?" Edyis spares a glance at the hides, a faint wrinkle appearing between her brows, "Did I catch you at a bad time? I brought dinner from that rib place, but if you're busy, I can just leave the food." The last an open avenue of escape, if he is looking for one.

"Ever since ''that''," and N'rek nods to a wingsecond shoulderknot lying almost half off the table he is sitting. "My wingleader thought it best to train me by saddling me with wing reports and I've been a little behind." leaning back now that she's mentioned food, "I can use a good break," he admits as he sets aside the hides, transferring from off the table to somewhere on the floor. "The reports will keep for a little while. I'm already behind. Now that the table is cleared, he gestures for Edyis to sit.

The knot draws her attention and it takes a moment to register that it is a wing second's knot. The basket with aforementioned food is settled onto the table, and a slow grin creeps over her lips. "Congratulations, may you grow to love the paperwork involved." Something of a smirk growing as she starts unloading the basket. "Are you happy with it?" The promotion, she probably means.

"I doubt it, at this point," N'rek gives on enjoying his new rank with a mock sigh before grinning. "Could be worse, I guess. Some of my friends in the other wings have worse wingleaders than mine." As to being happy with the promotion, he gives it a pause as he looks over the hides he was purusing before meeting Edyis' gaze and answering, "Rank is good. That's how I'm looking at it. It just needs some adjusting to. What about you? Any knots on your horizon?" and he's looking her over, as if trying to determine from her own shoulder knot. "Did you bring something to drink? If not, I have something from Ista that got once the quarantine was lifted."

"""I ''think'' it is a safe bet that I won't be getting a different knot for a while. Mielline doesn't have a need of two seconds, and I doubt she's planning on retiring anytime soon." Edyis notes thoughtfully, "Have to see what the next few turns hold, not that I'd be against it." Biting at her lower lip Edyis dismisses the thought with a shake of her head. For drinks there is a tell tale blush, "Would you believe that that particular detail slipped my mind? Istan fare it is." Oops. She settles into an empty chair, watching him. Her mouth opens as though to say something but she closes it immediately. "Other than the new knot how have you been?"

“I wouldn’t rule anything out,” N’rek says on her getting promoted with a slight grin. “I’m sure other wingleaders would check you out, too.” He nods for the food, for them to commence with the meal as he gets up from the table and heads over to where he stores his bottles. As he goes to get their Istan drinks, he answers her on the last with an easy, “Been fine, other than the added workload. Humble that I didn’t get the plague like others did.”

"Cross that bridge when I get to it." Edyis laughs easily, "Largath told Akluseth as much. I didn't either, but Reaches went into lock down quickly, my sisters weren't as lucky. Greta's recovered and should be in Honshu this time tomorrow." Passing over other less savory topics attached to that particular line of discussion. Her lips press together, and finally, "I would have visited sooner, but I thought you probably wanted your space."

"I'm sorry to hear that," N'rek remarks as he straightens from where he is, looking over at Edyis. "About your sisters. A lot of my mates lost family, too. I imagine it's been pretty depressing there as it has been here." He returns to the table with one bottle and two glasses, setting each down one by one in the pause that lingers from her last. He unscrews the cap and pours generously into both glasses before sitting down and nudging one of them in her direction as he takes up the other with one hand. "You know you're always welcome here," he says now, seating himself and looking her way. "I figured you needed ''yours'', after..."

"Can't stop living because you've lost someone, You Mielline and Jo taught me that." Edyis notes reaching for the glass. "Spending a lot of time in warm places with warm thoughts, and doing the same for Greta when I'm able. I'm grateful for those who survived." She answers on depressing places. She takes a gulp from the glass, pulling the plate over in the space between his sitting and the question. "I don't know if I did or not." Is honest at least, "That it happened at all is something I still find difficult to believe. I think it was more of a wake up call than I expected." Brows drawn together as she pokes at a starchy vegetable of sorts with her fork.

“Warm places like where?” N’rek asks in his curiosity as he takes a drink and then digs into his meal. “I haven’t been going anywhere warm of late since the quarantine.” When Edyis speaks of a wake up call, there’s a slight brow for that. “What sort?” he asks now, watching her.

"Southern beaches mostly, sometimes I'll take a run in Ista if we aren't too worn out from sweeps." Edyis notes, with a half smile, "Not that I get to go much mind you, but it's been good for me and him both." The question makes her uncomfortable, another gulp of wine preceding the answer. "That it could happen, was the first. I rectified that with the healers a few days after." There is a pause between bites, "And I think I misunderstood you from the beginning. It wasn't like I believed we were weyrmates, but I thought there was something a little more substantial than just sex." She shrugs it off with a laugh. "Silly things really." Purposely digging in to stave off any other questions, or the possibility of noticing whatever expression he wears as he listens.

Indeed, N’rek is listening. He’s slower with his food, chewing carefully between bites as Edyis speaks. He doesn’t interrupt her, nor does he speak right away as he moves to take a drink from his glass. Once it’s set down, “It was more than just sex,” he tells her, his expression remaining easy and neutral. “I just can’t be your weyrmate. The distance ‘’alone’’, Ed...Telgar’s in my blood, just as much as I imagine that the Reaches is in yours.”

"I never asked you to," She notes, confusion and a touch of frustration plain on her features as she lets the fork rest on the plate. "I mean for fuck's sake how would that be fair to anyone? Just because I love you doesn't mean that I'm going to start demanding anything from you, or change my life around to suit your whims. The only reason I even told you to begin with is because I felt like you had the right to have a say in it." Down the hatch with the wine, well a sizable gulp of it anyway. Food is the better option.

Giving Edyis a look, “The way you came at me that time said differently,” N’rek notes in a counter. “No, you didn’t asked, but you were pretty upset. How else was I to take that?” He drains halfway down his glass before looking into the glass he holds briefly before setting it back on the table. “I appreciate the courtesy,” he remarks on the latter now, touch amused. “You can’t blame me for reacting the way I did, Ed. Actions speak louder than words in that. But,” he inclines his head towards her, “the rains have passed. I’m willing to not speak on it anymore if it was merely a misunderstanding.”

"Well I'm sorry, I've never been in a situation before where I've had to have the, 'Your sperm got on my egg on accident' talk. It isn't like I could ask my mother or stepmother about it." She shakes her head. "I'm also female, and was hormonal at the time, cut me a little slack will you?" The irritation, however, has mostly subsided into something milder. She sighs, "Let's just forget the whole thing ever happened, shall we?"

By the look the Telgari sends Edyis, he doesn’t seem too pleased by the tone of her apology. It’s silence that meets it, and it’s only to the last she says that he answers her at all. “I agree.”

"I really am sorry," She states more softly, finishing off the wine in her glass. "And all I have for my behavior is what probably will sound like excuses." Setting the wine glass down on the table. "Thing is even if we both sit here and agree to forget it, I really don't think you can. I'm not sure I can either though I want nothing more than to do that." Ink-dark eyes lifted upward as her voice takes on a far less jocular tone. "It will sit there in the back of your mind, and you'll look at me and wonder if I am trying to trap you in something, and I'll be hurt over the fact that you'd think I would do something that selfish."

N’rek’s face is composed, watching and listening to Edyis as she speaks. Once at the end, he finishes his glass before nodding and saying, “It’s not about thinking you’ll trap me. It’s about just being honest. No, I likely won’t forget it, but that’s okay. As long as you don’t blame the next time on being hormonal and treating me like I was crazy for feeling like I do, I’m good. We have to be open and honest if we’re going to be fine. Your food’s getting cold.” He nods towards her plate - even if he hasn’t been eating all that much himself in favor of drink.

"There isn't going to be a next time Rek." Edyis replies evenly, with the kind of conviction that can only come with absolute certainty. "And even if there was, as long as you don't start talking to me like I'm some random green rider you caught in a flight or someone you fucked with while flight lost, I'll be fine. That was what upset me." She looks to her plate then with a frown, poking at it, and managing another bite or two.

“I see,” is all N’rek says to something she says, but he doesn’t linger on it. Nodding once, “Deal.” He nods to her food for her to eat and he returns finally to his own meal as he says, “I’ll have to return to finishing up those reports soon. How’s business going?” he asks now as if it had suddenly occurred to him.

"There's some work to be done since some of the purchasers up and caught the plague, Fortunately it's mostly southern stock that we get, so other than being a little slower with output the supply is relatively unaffected." Brisk, and business like as she finishes up her food, or some of it at least. By the end there's still half a plate left. "I can take back the runs you picked up if you need more time to get reports done." settling the leftovers in an appropriate place as she pulls herself up from the table. "Just have Largath inform Akluseth." Moving over to place a peck on his cheek, which may serve as her farewell.

“Good,” N’rek nods to the report, seeming neutrally pleased. “Maybe new blood could help business. I do need to pause on the runs for awhile. Once things calm down around here…” and he takes a look around his own weyr, his gaze landing on the reports mentioned. “Largath can let Akluseth know when things settle again,” he tells her, looking back at her as she gets up and gives him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the food, and the break, Ed.”

Edyis nods to the possibility of new blood helping things, and nods again to his thanks. "Just don't forget to eat or show up at my weyr expecting to be fed the way Jo does. ''You'' aren't my boss so you don't get special treatment." She teases, lightly, before making her way out to the ledge where Akluseth is waiting.

“Will do,” is what N’rek says, finally permitting a grin to steal on his face. “See you around, Ed.” He rearranges things on his table to allow his reports to be his companions once more, and once Edyis is gone, he’s absorbed back into his work and food.
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2016-02-01T05:29:47Z

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==Quinlys (20:33, 31 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Well... this is awkward.
==Edyis (21:29, 31 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Pay him no mind, he's a dirty Pirate C'ris.

I fell out of my chair laughing. Good job. More Please!

Edyis

2016-01-29T07:59:35Z

Squishy:

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|friends=Alida, R'hin, Jo, Keysi, N'rek,
|body=== Description ==
A study in stillness and motion Edyis is possessed of a grace that seems practiced, yet effortless. Her complexion is a rich coppery tone that enhances the strong lines of cheekbones and chin. Her eyes are the color of ink, catching the light when she's amused. Soft sable curls are worn either loose or woven into an elegant braid with ribbons or charms adorning it. Her frame is small but built for running, and well toned. She wears very little in the way of cosmetics, a touch of color to the lips emphasizing their fullness and, a line of kohl at the eye, further accentuating their almond shape. The effect lends something inquisitive to her expression.
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=Personality =
===Enneagram===
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=1 Type 1:] Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=4 Type 4:] Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
=== MBTI: ENFJ-T ===
[http://www.16personalities.com/enfj-personality The Protaganist]
====Strengths====
*Reliable – The one thing that galls ENFJs the most is the idea of letting down a person or cause they believe in. If it's possible, ENFJs can always be counted on to see it through.

*Altruistic – Uniting these qualities is ENFJs' unyielding desire to do good in and for their communities, be it in their own home or the global stage. Warm and selfless, ENFJs genuinely believe that if they can just bring people together, they can do a world of good.
====Weaknesses====
*Too Sensitive – While receptive to criticism, seeing it as a tool for leading a better team, it's easy for ENFJs to take it a little too much to heart. Their sensitivity to others means that ENFJs sometimes feel problems that aren't their own and try to fix things they can't fix, worrying if they are doing enough.

*Fluctuating Self-Esteem – ENFJs define their self-esteem by whether they are able to live up to their ideals, and sometimes ask for criticism more out of insecurity than out of confidence, always wondering what they could do better. If they fail to meet a goal or to help someone they said they'd help, their self-confidence will undoubtedly plummet.

*Struggle to Make Tough Decisions – If caught between a rock and a hard place, ENFJs can be stricken with paralysis, imagining all the consequences of their actions, especially if those consequences are humanitarian.

*Overly Idealistic – People with the ENFJ personality type can be caught off guard as they find that, through circumstance or nature, or simple misunderstanding, people fight against them and defy the principles they've adopted, however well-intentioned they may be. They are more likely to feel pity for this opposition than anger, and can earn a reputation of naïveté.

=== Nohari & Johari ===
[[Edyis/Johari&Nohari|Previous Years]] 
Please fill these out from an IC character perspective! It's always interesting to see IC perspectives! 
[http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Edyis+2016 Contribute to Edyis's Nohari page]
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= History =
Holder born, Edyis grew up in Esvay Valley, Nabol. She came to the weyr under search in turn 33, one of many Nabolese refugees. She stayed on at the weyr, working various different jobs around the weyr and outside of it. Standing twice more until she impressed Brown Akluseth, and was tapped into Snowdrift in turn 38

[[Edyis/History]]

=Relationships=

*'''[[Akluseth]]''' ''My soulmate, my counterweight, you are my balance and anchor.''
*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I am always learning from your example, the good and the bad. Like it or not, you and Ilicaeth are family and we will always be here for you.''
*'''[[C'ris]]''' ''I hope you find your happiness too, and when you do you have to tell me all about it.''
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore. I am not sure I want to, but I hope you find your own happiness.''
*'''[[Jocelyn]]''' ''You aren't what I expected, but I think that is a good thing. I can honestly say I look forward to working with you in the future.''
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Never thought I'd be saluting you, but I honestly like working together. I am glad you are part of Snowdrift, and that you helped me be a part of Snowdrift too. ''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I truly am happy for you, and maybe we can move past this.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''Buddies for life? Well, at least Jorrth and Akluseth.''
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

[[Edyis/Ties|Full List and Historical]]
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=Extras=
==Playlists==
Edyis's Spotify Playlist: 
(T 32 -T39) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/3fi8V5WXDKWabkAleJLchr Here] 
(T39 - T) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/2NqNbSk3PBjY67J4Yo9u9k Here]

Akluseth's Spotify Playlist: [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/0bVSjAzCLU6gjBaQ6B5QQV Here]
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Edyis/Relationships

2016-01-29T07:57:04Z

Squishy:

== Family ==
===Blood Relations===
*'''Cron''' Brother: (+20) ''I made the choice, but you are the one who chose ruin. I just can't hate you anymore for it. Hopefully, I'll learn from the example of your hubris.''
*'''Nalden''' Brother: (+17) ''I know you know the truth of what happened, I just hope you can forgive me. I hope you are still happy with your life at Hall''
*'''Lynelia''' Sister: (+15) ''We don't have much of a relationship, I don't suppose we ever really have.''
*'''Eredal''' Brother: (+13) ''Woodcraft Hall.''
*'''Rodelyn''' Sister: (+11) ''You don't see much of the world beyond the life you imagine. I wish I had known sooner how different the world was.''
*'''Greta''' (-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''You are stronger than you know, and I'm so proud of you for not letting the tragedies of the past define your future. You are the spitting image of your mother, and it's more comforting than you will ever know.''
*'''Gerta'''(-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''It is strange to see you defining yourself, but not so strange maybe. Dad's stubbornness and his sense of perfectionism lives on in you.
*'''Giorgee''(-12) Step-brother: "You were so young when everything happened. I'm grateful that your life in Tillek suits you.

===Adoptive Family===

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

== Weyrlinghood==
*'''[[Quinlys]]''' ''I was wrong, about almost everything. For the first time, I'm glad of that fact. Doesn't mean I won't get the teensiest bit of pleasure out of the double clutch though.''
*'''[[Telavi]]''' ''You aren't as sweet as you pretend to be, you might be Savannah, but I don't trust you.''

*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[Laine]]''' ''By far my favorite booze mooch, but you are carrying around a burden beneath that care-free smile.''
*'''[[R'van]]''' ''You are insufferably arrogant, but hey it works. I leave verbal sparring to you.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."

== Snowdrift ==
*'''[[Mielline]]''' Wingleader: ''We are going to do our best, so you don't have to regret choosing us.'
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[K'zin]]''' Wingmate: ''Maybe both of us are wrong about each other, I'm willing to try to find out.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses, though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[V'ros]]''' ''Sometimes I feel the overwhelming urge to crack open your skull just to see how the insides work.''

==Historical==
*'''[[Drex]]''' ''You are going to be trouble. I just do not know what kind yet.''
*'''[[Jadzia]]''' ''I don't think you like me very much. I don't know that you like anyone very much.''
*'''[[Lycinea]]''' ''Best to be avoided, like dealing with volatile gasses it's difficult to tell when you are going to randomly and inexplicably bust.''
*'''[[Rh'mis]]''' ''You are better at the info game than I am. But I wish I understood what you wanted.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''Your future wasn't on the sands, but I would like to think that you would figure out you never needed a dragon in the first place, you are stronger than you know.''
*'''[[M'kris]]''' ''Your a special kind of bastard, and nothing they do to you will be punishment enough for what you've done.''

*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "

== Leadership ==

===High Reaches Weyr===
*'''[[Irianke]]''' ''You are scary, intriguing, and vibrant all at once. Everything I imagined a Weyrwoman should be. We are fortunate you came to Reaches. ''
*'''[[K'del]]''' ''On one hand I think you do what you believe is best for the Weyr. On the other I wonder sometimes if you wouldn't be happier where your attentions didn't have to be so divided.''
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''

===Hold===
*'''[[Tevrane]]''' Lady Nabol: ''You brought sanity to a place that had gone mad. I still can't help but hate you a little, even if your decisions were the right ones.''
==Deceased==
*'''[[Lilah]]''' Fortian Weyrwoman, Friend: ''I may never know what happened to you, and I think that just might be the worst part of all of this. I miss you.''

*'''[[Gretvyn]]''' Stepmother: ''I understand what a terrible burden love can be, even worse the weight of what is expected. Thank you, for helping me take that first step in choosing to live a different life. I'd like to think you'd be proud.''

*'''[[Aishani]]''' Goldrider: ''I wish there had been more time to get to know you, even all these years later I'm still trying to understand the roles you played.''

*'''[[Azaylia]]''' Senior Weyrwoman: High Reaches: ''I am sorry for the way you died, even sorrier for the people who mourn you. I can't say that I'm sorry for the changes it brought about, not completely.''

*'''[[R'hin]]''' ''In the end you who were supposed to know everything, did you see this ending? Sorry, but it looks like I'll disappoint you to the end. ''

Edyis/Relationships

2016-01-29T07:50:07Z

Squishy:

== Family ==
===Blood Relations===
*'''Cron''' Brother: (+20) ''I made the choice, but you are the one who chose ruin. I just can't hate you anymore for it. Hopefully, I'll learn from the example of your hubris.''
*'''Nalden''' Brother: (+17) ''I know you know the truth of what happened, I just hope you can forgive me. I hope you are still happy with your life at Hall''
*'''Lynelia''' Sister: (+15) ''We don't have much of a relationship, I don't suppose we ever really have.''
*'''Eredal''' Brother: (+13) ''Woodcraft Hall.''
*'''Rodelyn''' Sister: (+11) ''You don't see much of the world beyond the life you imagine. I wish I had known sooner how different the world was.''
*'''Greta''' (-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''You are stronger than you know, and I'm so proud of you for not letting the tragedies of the past define your future. You are the spitting image of your mother, and it's more comforting than you will ever know.''
*'''Gerta'''(-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''It is strange to see you defining yourself, but not so strange maybe. Dad's stubbornness and his sense of perfectionism lives on in you.
*'''Giorgee''(-12) Step-brother: "You were so young when everything happened. I'm grateful that your life in Tillek suits you.

===Adoptive Family===

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

== Weyrlinghood==
*'''[[Quinlys]]''' ''I was wrong, about almost everything. For the first time, I'm glad of that fact. Doesn't mean I won't get the teensiest bit of pleasure out of the double clutch though.''
*'''[[Telavi]]''' ''You aren't as sweet as you pretend to be, you might be Savannah, but I don't trust you.''
*'''[[C'ris]]''' ''I don't always like what you have to say, but I will listen. Besides you make this whole mess bearable in a way. Though also... awkward.''
*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[Laine]]''' ''By far my favorite booze mooch, but you are carrying around a burden beneath that care-free smile.''
*'''[[R'van]]''' ''You are insufferably arrogant, but hey it works. I leave verbal sparring to you.''

== Snowdrift ==
*'''[[Mielline]]''' Wingleader: ''We are going to do our best, so you don't have to regret choosing us.'
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[K'zin]]''' Wingmate: ''Maybe both of us are wrong about each other, I'm willing to try to find out.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses, though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[V'ros]]''' ''Sometimes I feel the overwhelming urge to crack open your skull just to see how the insides work.''

==Historical==
*'''[[Drex]]''' ''You are going to be trouble. I just do not know what kind yet.''
*'''[[Jadzia]]''' ''I don't think you like me very much. I don't know that you like anyone very much.''
*'''[[Lycinea]]''' ''Best to be avoided, like dealing with volatile gasses it's difficult to tell when you are going to randomly and inexplicably bust.''
*'''[[Rh'mis]]''' ''You are better at the info game than I am. But I wish I understood what you wanted.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''Your future wasn't on the sands, but I would like to think that you would figure out you never needed a dragon in the first place, you are stronger than you know.''
*'''[[M'kris]]''' ''Your a special kind of bastard, and nothing they do to you will be punishment enough for what you've done.''

*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "

== Leadership ==

===High Reaches Weyr===
*'''[[Irianke]]''' ''You are scary, intriguing, and vibrant all at once. Everything I imagined a Weyrwoman should be. We are fortunate you came to Reaches. ''
*'''[[K'del]]''' ''On one hand I think you do what you believe is best for the Weyr. On the other I wonder sometimes if you wouldn't be happier where your attentions didn't have to be so divided.''
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''

===Hold===
*'''[[Tevrane]]''' Lady Nabol: ''You brought sanity to a place that had gone mad. I still can't help but hate you a little, even if your decisions were the right ones.''
==Deceased==
*'''[[Lilah]]''' Fortian Weyrwoman, Friend: ''I may never know what happened to you, and I think that just might be the worst part of all of this. I miss you.''

*'''[[Gretvyn]]''' Stepmother: ''I understand what a terrible burden love can be, even worse the weight of what is expected. Thank you, for helping me take that first step in choosing to live a different life. I'd like to think you'd be proud.''

*'''[[Aishani]]''' Goldrider: ''I wish there had been more time to get to know you, even all these years later I'm still trying to understand the roles you played.''

*'''[[Azaylia]]''' Senior Weyrwoman: High Reaches: ''I am sorry for the way you died, even sorrier for the people who mourn you. I can't say that I'm sorry for the changes it brought about, not completely.''

*'''[[R'hin]]''' ''In the end you who were supposed to know everything, did you see this ending? Sorry, but it looks like I'll disappoint you to the end. ''

Edyis/Relationships

2016-01-29T07:48:27Z

Squishy:

== Family ==
===Blood Relations===
*'''Cron''' Brother: (+20) ''I made the choice, but you are the one who chose ruin. I just can't hate you anymore for it. Hopefully, I'll learn from the example of your hubris.''
*'''Nalden''' Brother: (+17) ''I know you know the truth of what happened, I just hope you can forgive me. I hope you are still happy with your life at Hall''
*'''Lynelia''' Sister: (+15) ''We don't have much of a relationship, I don't suppose we ever really have.''
*'''Eredal''' Brother: (+13) ''Woodcraft Hall.''
*'''Rodelyn''' Sister: (+11) ''You don't see much of the world beyond the life you imagine. I wish I had known sooner how different the world was.''
*'''Greta''' (-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''You are stronger than you know, and I'm so proud of you for not letting the tragedies of the past define your future. You are the spitting image of your mother, and it's more comforting than you will ever know.''
*'''Gerta'''(-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''It is strange to see you defining yourself, but not so strange maybe. Dad's stubbornness and his sense of perfectionism lives on in you.
*'''Giorgee''(-12) Step-brother: "You were so young when everything happened. I'm grateful that your life in Tillek suits you.

===Adoptive Family===

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

== Weyrlinghood==
*'''[[Quinlys]]''' ''I was wrong, about almost everything. For the first time, I'm glad of that fact. Doesn't mean I won't get the teensiest bit of pleasure out of the double clutch though.''
*'''[[Telavi]]''' ''You aren't as sweet as you pretend to be, you might be Savannah, but I don't trust you.''
*'''[[C'ris]]''' ''I don't always like what you have to say, but I will listen. Besides you make this whole mess bearable in a way. Though also... awkward.''
*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[Laine]]''' ''By far my favorite booze mooch, but you are carrying around a burden beneath that care-free smile.''
*'''[[R'van]]''' ''You are insufferably arrogant, but hey it works. I leave verbal sparring to you.''

== Snowdrift ==
*'''[[Mielline]]''' Wingleader: ''We are going to do our best, so you don't have to regret choosing us.'
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[K'zin]]''' Wingmate: ''Maybe both of us are wrong about each other, I'm willing to try to find out.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses, though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[V'ros]]''' ''Sometimes I feel the overwhelming urge to crack open your skull just to see how the insides work.''

==Miscelleaneous==
*'''[[Drex]]''' ''You are going to be trouble. I just do not know what kind yet.''
*'''[[Jadzia]]''' ''I don't think you like me very much. I don't know that you like anyone very much.''
*'''[[Lycinea]]''' ''Best to be avoided, like dealing with volatile gasses it's difficult to tell when you are going to randomly and inexplicably bust.''
*'''[[Rh'mis]]''' ''You are better at the info game than I am. But I wish I understood what you wanted.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''There's so much you are learning right now, most of it is going to be very painful. Dealing with the consequences of your choices is never easy, but I will always listen, no matter what.''
*'''[[M'kris]]''' ''Your a special kind of bastard, and nothing they do to you will be punishment enough for what you've done.''

*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "

== Leadership ==

===High Reaches Weyr===
*'''[[Irianke]]''' ''You are scary, intriguing, and vibrant all at once. Everything I imagined a Weyrwoman should be. We are fortunate you came to Reaches. ''
*'''[[K'del]]''' ''On one hand I think you do what you believe is best for the Weyr. On the other I wonder sometimes if you wouldn't be happier where your attentions didn't have to be so divided.''
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''

===Hold===
*'''[[Tevrane]]''' Lady Nabol: ''You brought sanity to a place that had gone mad. I still can't help but hate you a little, even if your decisions were the right ones.''
==Deceased==
*'''[[Lilah]]''' Fortian Weyrwoman, Friend: ''I may never know what happened to you, and I think that just might be the worst part of all of this. I miss you.''

*'''[[Gretvyn]]''' Stepmother: ''I understand what a terrible burden love can be, even worse the weight of what is expected. Thank you, for helping me take that first step in choosing to live a different life. I'd like to think you'd be proud.''

*'''[[Aishani]]''' Goldrider: ''I wish there had been more time to get to know you, even all these years later I'm still trying to understand the roles you played.''

*'''[[Azaylia]]''' Senior Weyrwoman: High Reaches: ''I am sorry for the way you died, even sorrier for the people who mourn you. I can't say that I'm sorry for the changes it brought about, not completely.''

*'''[[R'hin]]''' ''In the end you who were supposed to know everything, did you see this ending? Sorry, but it looks like I'll disappoint you to the end. ''

Edyis/Relationships

2016-01-29T07:47:20Z

Squishy:

== Family ==
===Blood Relations===
*'''Cron''' Brother: (+20) ''I made the choice, but you are the one who chose ruin. I just can't hate you anymore for it. Hopefully, I'll learn from the example of your hubris.''
*'''Nalden''' Brother: (+17) ''I know you know the truth of what happened, I just hope you can forgive me. I hope you are still happy with your life at Hall''
*'''Lynelia''' Sister: (+15) ''We don't have much of a relationship, I don't suppose we ever really have.''
*'''Eredal''' Brother: (+13) ''Woodcraft Hall.''
*'''Rodelyn''' Sister: (+11) ''You don't see much of the world beyond the life you imagine. I wish I had known sooner how different the world was.''
*'''Greta''' (-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''You are stronger than you know, and I'm so proud of you for not letting the tragedies of the past define your future. You are the spitting image of your mother, and it's more comforting than you will ever know.''
*'''Gerta'''(-4) Step-Sister: Weavercraft: ''It is strange to see you defining yourself, but not so strange maybe. Dad's stubbornness and his sense of perfectionism lives on in you.
*'''Giorgee''(-12) Step-brother: "You were so young when everything happened. I'm grateful that your life in Tillek suits you.

===Adoptive Family===

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

== Weyrlinghood==
*'''[[Quinlys]]''' ''I was wrong, about almost everything. For the first time, I'm glad of that fact. Doesn't mean I won't get the teensiest bit of pleasure out of the double clutch though.''
*'''[[Telavi]]''' ''You aren't as sweet as you pretend to be, you might be Savannah, but I don't trust you.''
*'''[[C'ris]]''' ''I don't always like what you have to say, but I will listen. Besides you make this whole mess bearable in a way. Though also... awkward.''
*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[Laine]]''' ''By far my favorite booze mooch, but you are carrying around a burden beneath that care-free smile.''
*'''[[R'van]]''' ''You are insufferably arrogant, but hey it works. I leave verbal sparring to you.''

== Snowdrift ==
*'''[[Mielline]]''' Wingleader: ''We are going to do our best, so you don't have to regret choosing us.'
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[K'zin]]''' Wingmate: ''Maybe both of us are wrong about each other, I'm willing to try to find out.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses, though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[V'ros]]''' ''Sometimes I feel the overwhelming urge to crack open your skull just to see how the insides work.''

==Miscelleaneous==
*'''[[Drex]]''' ''You are going to be trouble. I just do not know what kind yet.''
*'''[[Jadzia]]''' ''I don't think you like me very much. I don't know that you like anyone very much.''
*'''[[Lycinea]]''' ''Best to be avoided, like dealing with volatile gasses it's difficult to tell when you are going to randomly and inexplicably bust.''
*'''[[Rh'mis]]''' ''You are better at the info game than I am. But I wish I understood what you wanted.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''There's so much you are learning right now, most of it is going to be very painful. Dealing with the consequences of your choices is never easy, but I will always listen, no matter what.''
*'''[[M'kris]]''' ''Your a special kind of bastard, and nothing they do to you will be punishment enough for what you've done.''

*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "

== Leadership ==

===High Reaches Weyr===
*'''[[Irianke]]''' ''You are scary, intriguing, and vibrant all at once. Everything I imagined a Weyrwoman should be. We are fortunate you came to Reaches. ''
*'''[[K'del]]''' ''On one hand I think you do what you believe is best for the Weyr. On the other I wonder sometimes if you wouldn't be happier where your attentions didn't have to be so divided.''
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''

===Hold===
*'''[[Tevrane]]''' Lady Nabol: ''You brought sanity to a place that had gone mad. I still can't help but hate you a little, even if your decisions were the right ones.''
==Deceased==
*'''[[Lilah]]''' Fortian Weyrwoman, Friend: ''I may never know what happened to you, and I think that just might be the worst part of all of this. I miss you.''
*'''[[Gretvyn]]''' Stepmother: ''I understand what a terrible burden love can be, even worse the weight of what is expected. Thank you, for helping me take that first step in choosing to live a different life. I'd like to think you'd be proud.''
*'''[[Aishani]]''' Goldrider: ''I wish there had been more time to get to know you, even all these years later I'm still trying to understand the roles you played.''
*'''[[Azaylia]]''' Senior Weyrwoman: High Reaches: ''I am sorry for the way you died, even sorrier for the people who mourn you. I can't say that I'm sorry for the changes it brought about, not completely.''
*'''[[R'hin]]''' ''So many things I wanted to say to you, maybe you always knew. I miss you, I always will.''

Edyis

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A study in stillness and motion [name(me)], possessed of a grace that seems practiced, yet effortless. Her complexion is a rich coppery tone that enhances the strong lines of cheekbones and chin. Her eyes are the color of ink, catching the light when she's amused. Soft sable curls are worn either loose or woven into an elegant braid with ribbons or charms adorning it. Her frame is small but built for running, and well toned. She wears very little in the way of cosmetics, a touch of color to the lips emphasizing their fullness and, a line of kohl at the eye, further accentuating their almond shape. The effect lends something inquisitive to her expression.
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===Enneagram===
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=1 Type 1:] Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=4 Type 4:] Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
=== MBTI: ENFJ-T ===
[http://www.16personalities.com/enfj-personality The Protaganist]
====Strengths====
*Reliable – The one thing that galls ENFJs the most is the idea of letting down a person or cause they believe in. If it's possible, ENFJs can always be counted on to see it through.

*Altruistic – Uniting these qualities is ENFJs' unyielding desire to do good in and for their communities, be it in their own home or the global stage. Warm and selfless, ENFJs genuinely believe that if they can just bring people together, they can do a world of good.
====Weaknesses====
*Too Sensitive – While receptive to criticism, seeing it as a tool for leading a better team, it's easy for ENFJs to take it a little too much to heart. Their sensitivity to others means that ENFJs sometimes feel problems that aren't their own and try to fix things they can't fix, worrying if they are doing enough.

*Fluctuating Self-Esteem – ENFJs define their self-esteem by whether they are able to live up to their ideals, and sometimes ask for criticism more out of insecurity than out of confidence, always wondering what they could do better. If they fail to meet a goal or to help someone they said they'd help, their self-confidence will undoubtedly plummet.

*Struggle to Make Tough Decisions – If caught between a rock and a hard place, ENFJs can be stricken with paralysis, imagining all the consequences of their actions, especially if those consequences are humanitarian.

*Overly Idealistic – People with the ENFJ personality type can be caught off guard as they find that, through circumstance or nature, or simple misunderstanding, people fight against them and defy the principles they've adopted, however well-intentioned they may be. They are more likely to feel pity for this opposition than anger, and can earn a reputation of naïveté.

=== Nohari & Johari ===
[[Edyis/Johari&Nohari|Previous Years]] 
Please fill these out from an IC character perspective! It's always interesting to see IC perspectives! 
[http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Edyis+2016 Contribute to Edyis's Nohari page]
 [http://kevan.org/jh/edyis+2016 Contribute to Edyis's Johari page. ]

= History =
Holder born, Edyis grew up in Esvay Valley, Nabol. She came to the weyr under search in turn 33, one of many Nabolese refugees. She stayed on at the weyr, working various different jobs around the weyr and outside of it. Standing twice more until she impressed Brown Akluseth, and was tapped into Snowdrift in turn 38

[[Edyis/History]]

=Relationships=

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''There's so much you are learning right now, most of it is going to be very painful. Dealing with the consequences of your choices is never easy, but I will always listen, no matter what.''
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

[[Edyis/Ties|Full List]]
= RP Logs =
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=Extras=
==Playlists==
Edyis's Spotify Playlist: 
(T 32 -T39) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/3fi8V5WXDKWabkAleJLchr Here] 
(T39 - T) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/2NqNbSk3PBjY67J4Yo9u9k Here]

Akluseth's Spotify Playlist: [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/0bVSjAzCLU6gjBaQ6B5QQV Here]
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==Edyis (10:44, 28 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Ras's icon is just too good. Poor Quinlys.

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==Quinlys (14:12, 26 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU BOTH.
==C'ris (14:29, 26 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Well. At least we can re-bond over being murdered together?
==K'zin (15:13, 26 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Word.
==Edyis (22:01, 26 January 2016 (PST)) said... ==

Oh well played sir. Well played.

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|friends=Alida, R'hin, Jo, Keysi, N'rek,
|body=== Description ==
A sense of purpose suffuses this young woman's movements, a practiced yet effortless grace. Dark almond shape eyes lend a touch of inquisitiveness to her expressions while the full shape of her mouth gives a touch of feminine softness and sweetness. Her high cheekbones and strong, if faintly aquiline, nose lend strength and a touch of elegance to her features. Thick dark curls streaked by the sun hang well to her hips though usually kept in a neat braid. Her frame is small but feminine, with the tell-tale marks of athleticism. At her throat hangs a fragile watery opal on a leather cord, throwing flashes of color in the light.
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===Enneagram===
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=1 Type 1:] Perfectionists are realistic, conscientious, and principled. They strive to live up to their high ideals.
*[http://www.9types.com/descr/?type=4 Type 4:] Romantics have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.
=== MBTI: ENFJ-T ===
[http://www.16personalities.com/enfj-personality The Protaganist]
====Strengths====
*Reliable – The one thing that galls ENFJs the most is the idea of letting down a person or cause they believe in. If it's possible, ENFJs can always be counted on to see it through.

*Altruistic – Uniting these qualities is ENFJs' unyielding desire to do good in and for their communities, be it in their own home or the global stage. Warm and selfless, ENFJs genuinely believe that if they can just bring people together, they can do a world of good.
====Weaknesses====
*Too Sensitive – While receptive to criticism, seeing it as a tool for leading a better team, it's easy for ENFJs to take it a little too much to heart. Their sensitivity to others means that ENFJs sometimes feel problems that aren't their own and try to fix things they can't fix, worrying if they are doing enough.

*Fluctuating Self-Esteem – ENFJs define their self-esteem by whether they are able to live up to their ideals, and sometimes ask for criticism more out of insecurity than out of confidence, always wondering what they could do better. If they fail to meet a goal or to help someone they said they'd help, their self-confidence will undoubtedly plummet.

*Struggle to Make Tough Decisions – If caught between a rock and a hard place, ENFJs can be stricken with paralysis, imagining all the consequences of their actions, especially if those consequences are humanitarian.

*Overly Idealistic – People with the ENFJ personality type can be caught off guard as they find that, through circumstance or nature, or simple misunderstanding, people fight against them and defy the principles they've adopted, however well-intentioned they may be. They are more likely to feel pity for this opposition than anger, and can earn a reputation of naïveté.

=== Nohari & Johari ===
[[Edyis/Johari&Nohari|Previous Years]] 
Please fill these out from an IC character perspective! It's always interesting to see IC perspectives! 
[http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Edyis+2016 Contribute to Edyis's Nohari page]
 [http://kevan.org/jh/edyis+2016 Contribute to Edyis's Johari page. ]

= History =
Holder born, Edyis grew up in Esvay Valley, Nabol. She came to the weyr under search in turn 33, one of many Nabolese refugees. She stayed on at the weyr, working various different jobs around the weyr and outside of it. Standing twice more until she impressed Brown Akluseth, and was tapped into Snowdrift in turn 38

[[Edyis/History]]

=Relationships=

*'''[[Alida]]''' ''I've learned from your examples, good and bad. We will always have your and Ilicaeth's back, just the way you've had ours. In business, and in friendship. Like it or not you are family.''
*'''[[A'rist]]''' ''I am not afraid anymore. I just don't know what that means, nor why I feel so guilty about it. "
*'''[[Farideh]]''' ''I don't really know who you are anymore, but I'd like to. I know I haven't been the friend I should have been.''
*'''[[Faryn]]''' ''There's so much you are learning right now, most of it is going to be very painful. Dealing with the consequences of your choices is never easy, but I will always listen, no matter what.''
*'''[[Jo]]''' ''Maybe you will find out one of these days that you aren't all darkness and debauchery. I am lucky to have you as a friend, and a wingmate. The wingsecond thing, well, that still takes some getting used to.''
*'''[[Keysi]]''' ''Both of us have changed, and I am happy that you've found a place that can crack through that shell you wear. Just remember though, I'm not the one who is forgetting. We will still be here. ''
*'''[[User:Jolie|N'rek]]''' ''I never expected this. Never thought anybody could help me feel as grounded as what you do. I can just be myself around you, and you've no idea how precious a gift that is.''
*'''[[T'mic]]''' ''You and that blue of yours, I'm grateful beyond words. It was thanks to your patience that we made it through weyrlinghood at all. For the rest, I'm sorry and it will get better, you deserve better. Please don't forget that.''
*'''[[Yesia]]''' ''It is a lot of effort to draw out a side of you that isn't utterly irritating. Those glimpses though, seem to be worth it. Put away the barbs, people aren't as bad as you think."
*'''[[Z'kiel]]''' ''I will make you smile at every opportunity sir, you belong here just like the rest of us.''

[[Edyis/Ties|Full List]]
= RP Logs =
'''[[Edyis Log Count | Log Statistics]]''' 
{{NewLogs | name = Edyis}}
{{#ifexist: {{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions | {{:{{BASEPAGENAME}}/Mentions}} | }}
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=Extras=
==Playlists==
Edyis's Spotify Playlist: 
(T 32 -T39) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/3fi8V5WXDKWabkAleJLchr Here] 
(T39 - T) [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/2NqNbSk3PBjY67J4Yo9u9k Here]

Akluseth's Spotify Playlist: [https://open.spotify.com/user/ameliahardt/playlist/0bVSjAzCLU6gjBaQ6B5QQV Here]
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