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{{Log
|who=Jo, Jo{{!}}Tacuseth, Edyis{{!}}Akluseth
|what=After drinks with Faryn, Jo comes home to a surprise gift.
|where=Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=23
|month=6
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.08.09
|quote="Tonight's my turnday. They can be without me for one night."
|mentions=Edyis, R'hin
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon jo swept.jpg
|log=It shows up on the table in the weyr, a scrap of red ribbon wound about it. It's a map, a full herdbeast hide trimmed into a neat rectangle shape, but this map might be a little different. Borders and frames for the keys are intricately designed, the compass rose itself tinted with a paint that faintly shimmers gold. Marked within several round frames exist in areas of dead space, labeled and each containing sketched coordinates of various points of interest. It's more a work of art than a functional piece though the quality of the work is very good. A scrap paper is tagged to it, simply with the word ''Surprise."

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So it was that after sweeps (and her little afternoon siesta-with-drinks with Faryn up in the rider’s lounge) that Jo arrives to her weyr to find Ed’s present waiting for her. The black leather-clad woman pulls the red ribbon away to reveal it in full, a grin pulling at her lips as she takes in the craftsmanship of the work. Roughened fingers trail over borders and the compass itself, touching on each labeled coordinates with a mere caress. That it’s more an art than something functional, the convict rider could tell, and the note attached to it elicits a soft amused snort from her.

Tacuseth seems to steal the very visuals of the map straight from Jo’s head. << That’s really nice of her to remember yer turnday, >> he sends in his waves of desert winds and shadows.

“Yes, it is,” Jo says it out loud as she carefully lifts it up. “She’s a good girl.” There’s just the glimmer of something - a study of herself in comparison to Ed, to many of those she’s been interacting with in the Weyr.

<< Their path is ‘’not’’ yours, >> Tacuseth cuts through the line of those thoughts with a confidence born of being in Jo’s head for turns. << You know who you are, and there’s business to be done. >> The image of the man - Biron - filters through from the blue. A reminder.

Jo turns towards the ledge to see Tacuseth’s whirling eyes from the open curtain, looking right at her. “Well look at ‘’you’’,” she drawls to him with a note of wryness. “Took ya turns to accept what I do’n now yer remindin’ ‘’me’’ of what needs to be done.” She looks back down at the map before she looks around the walls of her weyr to find a suitable place to put it. “But not tonight, love,” she adds after a pause as she looks, barely shaking her head. “Tonight’s my turnday. They can be without me for one night.” Moving towards a blank section of the wall paces away from her own drawn maps, “Tonight belongs to ‘’him’’.”

Tacuseth must know the ‘’him’’ Jo speaks of, for his next is an immediate, << Shall I call for Leiventh or will we go to them? >>

“We’ll go to them,” Jo answers, setting to work on posting Edyis’s gift. “Send word to Leiventh first, though. ‘’And’’ to Akluseth.” And then she gets to work.

Dragon> There's the touch of shadows, an entering of a mind as Tacuseth sends forth to one weyrling brown, << Mine would like to thank ya for the gift, >> along with an image of the very map unfolded. << She does not get gifts very often, so this is noted. >> (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)

Dragon> Warm cerulean waters drift in and out over pale sands, << She will be glad to know it is appreciated. >> The words dance sleepily on the current. << Waste of a tasty herdbeast skin, but I guess humans have an odd sense of the purposes for things. >> A touch of the indignance of having his kill skinned ''before'' he was allowed to eat it. (To Tacuseth from Akluseth)

Dragon> There's the winds of laughter from Tacuseth before he sends, << They are a strange lot, >> in agreement. << But they need us. >> There's some amusement there before the blue adds, << It will go well with our home. I won't eat her present. Promise. >> His wit to linger as his touch starts to withdraw. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)

Dragon> To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects << Absolute weirdos. >> Is his chuffed reply. For the rest? << It would not taste very good. She did ''strange'' things to it. >> The Brown answers as the waters recede.
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