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 Yesia's regard for Jo's sobriety is almost reverent, and again she doesn't interrupt; further, she doesn't have anything to say on it. It's not until she's asked about trouble that she shrugs, shaking her head. "I'm not. I meant people like ''you'', obviously." She's smiling though, her fingers dragging against another table in passing. "But history says we should, doesn't it? In the ''last'' Interval, people thought we were just leeches, and it was terrible by the time there was another Pass." She's not stupid, for all she plays at it because it suits her needs. "I couldn't," she says. "I - this is enough, really. Thank you, for showing me." << I would like very much if they were around each other, learning again, >> Aeaeth says sweetly, cracking one eye open to look at Tacuseth, << Just so they can be better. And we can sun together, and eat fish, and next time we can race in the water. I bet I win. >>
-"Oh, ''obviously''," Jo is droll in her return with a thin-lipped look going Yesia's way. "Keeps us bad, bed-hoppin' criminals on the straight'n narrow by givin' us somethin' wholesome to occupy ourselves with. Only, what if we're just good at bein' bad, bed-hoppin' criminals? I doubt ''that's'' a craft." She's teasing with a straight face now, narrowing a look at that smile she spies. Still, she seems to concede to the point made with a incline of her head. "Do ya see someone like K'del agreein' to that? Irianke, maybe," she muses, mulling that over. "Who's to say it hasn' been tried before? Might be somethin' to pour over in the records'." Pause. "Thanks for yer company," she allows after a pause, the grin a bit more genuine going her way. "Anytime, darlin'." << I think this is a good idea, >> Tacuseth agrees, his shadows receding a bit as if his attention is being pulled more towards his rider for a brief moment. << She makes her....contemplative. >> He doesn't explain that further, but he is quick to return a jaunty, << Best ''me''? Next time, sweets. After we sun, we'll chase! >>
+"Oh, ''obviously''," Jo is droll in her return with a thin-lipped look going Yesia's way. "Keeps us bad, bed-hoppin' criminals on the straight'n narrow by givin' us somethin' wholesome to occupy ourselves with. Only, what if we're just good at bein' bad, bed-hoppin' criminals? I doubt  ''that's'' a craft." She's teasing with a straight face now, narrowing a look at that smile she spies. Still, she seems to concede to the point made with a incline of her head. "Do ya see someone like K'del agreein' to that? Irianke, maybe," she muses, mulling that over. "Who's to say it hasn' been tried before? Might be somethin' to pour over in the records'." Pause. "Thanks for yer company," she allows after a pause, the grin a bit more genuine going her way. "Anytime, darlin'." << I think this is a good idea, >> Tacuseth agrees, his shadows receding a bit as if his attention is being pulled more towards his rider for a brief moment. << She makes her....contemplative. >> He doesn't explain that further, but he is quick to return a jaunty, << Best ''me''? Next time, sweets. After we sun, we'll chase! >>
 "That would be the worst crafthall," Yesia whispers, appalled. "I don't know. K'del has always seemed very reasonable, to me. And I - ''maybe'' I'll look in the records, if I remember. We might have even talked about it in lessons, but I don't remember. They give you so much to remember, some of it has to fall out." She doesn't sound committed to the idea despite how adamantly she advocated it moments ago, and is quick to turn from the stalls and back the way they came, without much warning. "You're not so bad, either," she allows. << I'll show you, >> says Aeaeth, preemptively smug in her would-be victory. << I'm very very fast. You will have to bring me something pretty again, if you lose. >>

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 Yesia's not paying attention at first, and there's a bit before the cup in her peripheries catches her attention truly, at which point she'll fill it up. "I know I'm not," is to suffice as a thank you, and sounds like one besides her grimace at having been compared to the goldrider in the first place. She's taking it as a compliment, at least. "No," she breathes at Jo, her brows furrowing all over again in displeasure. "Don't steal them. They're ''hard'' to make, why would you?" She's disappointed enough to take a step away, leaving the bottle there for Jo to handle as she moves on, just to be safe. "Sometimes they take months, trying to find the right stone and the right metal and get it all sorted out." Aeaeth falls very quiet again, every set of lids closing as she puts her head back down on the sands. << I just want her to be ''happy'', not ''better''. She is perfect. >> There's a tolling bell that rings at the distruth in the statement - even she knows nobody is perfect - one resonating sound that fades slowly.
-Jo snorts again, but this time at least it's an exasperated one. "Ain' lookin' to steal," she tells her, and since the stall owner overhears enough to have his eyes widening, she flashes him a harmless grin. Collecting the bottle, "I was just sayin' that when filchin' things like that were my thing, I'd go for the quality. 'Course that was long before Tac came into my life." Looking back at Yesia, "I told'ja, I wouldn' harm ya. That ''does'' include gettin' ya in trouble. I'm civilized when I wanna be. How ya really know so much 'bout all that with stones'n metal? Yer father?" - << It's all we ''all'' want for them, >> Tacuseth sends, the breeze coming off of the ocean lulling him to finally dump his head to the sand. << Just a lil' nudgin' from out end. >> The tolling bell rings against a murmuring, waiting crowd of the arena, there and gone - as if the blue knew and acknowledged.
+Jo snorts again, but this time at least it's an exasperated one. "Ain' lookin' to steal," she tells her, and since the stall owner overhears enough to have his eyes widening, she flashes him a harmless grin. Collecting the bottle, "I was just sayin' that when filchin' things like that were my thing, I'd go for the quality. 'Course that was long before Tac came into my life." Looking back at Yesia, "I told'ja, I wouldn' harm ya. That ''does'' include gettin' ya in trouble. I'm civilized when I wanna be. How ya really know so much 'bout all that with stones'n metal? Yer father?" - << It's what we ''all'' want for them, >> Tacuseth sends, the breeze coming off of the ocean lulling him to finally dump his head to the sand. << Just a lil' nudgin' from our end. >> The tolling bell rings against a murmuring, waiting crowd of the arena, there and gone - as if the blue knew and acknowledged.
 "That's ''terrible''," Yesia says anyways, to drive the point home, just in case Jo thinks she wants to try that again. "What do you filch now, hmmm?" she asks, lifting her chin and looking down her nose at Jo as best she can, given the woman is taller. She makes her way to the next stall and peeks into it, doesn't find anything that piques her interest among the knives, and attempts to move on. "My mom," she corrects. "She was a jeweler, and I was...well, ''not'', but I helped her. I don't wear them anymore, because they thought I'd get them stuck on straps and in calisthenics, but I have some. I used to give them as gifts, to people I liked." When there were people she liked. "I thought I might go into the craft, too, but then I came to Reaches." Aeaeth doesn't stir, but she's not sleeping, not yet. << Maybe, >> she says again, tentative. << If she felt like she was better, she would feel happier. >> Light blossoms low, in ambient greens and glowlight yellow. << Just a little, little nudge. >>