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 The shifts of movement and things being displaced pulls Jo from watching Mave, and her drawls comes unbidden: "Ya might as well join us. Plenty of room in this pool for more." Once Mave takes the mark and she delivers that tease, "Ahhh, I won' steal somethin' that might make me a profit. It's honorable," she says with mock solemnity with a hand going briefly to her chest. Laughing once she drops the act, "She's a new one, I think," she gives on the candidate she's betting on. "And. Nothin's impossible, darlin'. Just gotta come at it differently than others. Ain' about the height. It's more about what ya do with what ya got, hm?" But then Mave says she's been there for eight turns and the woman nods a few times absently to that as she comments, "Around the same time I came in here." Pause. "Tobolt and Lettran, they can be dealt with," she drawls, sidling a look her way. Almost speculative, even. "Gotta a friend that works in the caverns. He's pretty solid. Ain' afraid to bully if ya really need it. After this hatchin' business is done with of course." Shrugging a bit, "If he gets them outta yer hair, ya can say ya owe me one."
-Scrubba-dubba. It takes a few minutes to get her hair lathery and scrubbed well, and during that time, Alida continues to quietly listen to the various conversations taking place around her, the blonde silently congratulating herself that she's not really the betting type. Sounds like Mave might steal her blind, if she was. And then Jo's voice reaches her ears, the palest-blonde twisting her lips a little at being discovered, then giving herself a small shrug. Nabbing up her implements of bathing from the pool's side, the blonde soon ambles over to where the other two females have gathered, setting down her stuff once again, then continuing her abulations...a defnite bob of her sudsy head given to the bluerider and Mave.
+Scrubba-dubba. It takes a few minutes to get her hair lathery and scrubbed well, and during that time, Alida continues to quietly listen to the various conversations taking place around her, the blonde silently congratulating herself that she's not really the betting type. Sounds like Mave might steal her blind, if she was. And then Jo's voice reaches her ears, the palest-blonde twisting her lips a little at being discovered, then giving herself a small shrug. Nabbing up her implements of bathing from the pool's side, the blonde soon ambles over to where the other two females have gathered, setting down her stuff once again, then continuing her abulations...a definite bob of her sudsy head given to the bluerider and Mave.
 Watching as Alida joins them pushes Mave off of the track of conversation, dropping a few strains of thought before she picks up with an, "Uhh..." looking to Jo, then making sure to double-take on Alida, affirming the guard-candidate's greeting with a respectful nod of her own. Then, eying the rider, as she rubs down a bare leg briskly. "I don't want to owe you that. I don't want anyone to bully anyone. Fear tactics are a sign of weak character." A beat. She freezes, hand full of suds on her leg, and jaw slipping down. "Umm." Eyes flash carefully to Jo, lip curling up apologetically, "No offense to your friend, Jo. None." Calming, she adds, "And it's not that I don't appreciate offers of help. But if I get tired of Tobolt, I'll just show him up when I do better books. And, well, if it's necessary-- " a soft cough, she scrubs a little harder, hiding nerves, "Maybe you could show me that," her other hand forms the fist, "Different come at things bit again." Gaze briefly darkening, perhaps harkening back to those more menacing than competitive bookies.
-Once it's revealed indeed to be Alida, "Ahh, the guard joins out humble little party," Jo greets with a flash of something in her gaze. "Ya must be shittin' nervous about what's to come. What they're predictin' to be comin' soon." Then, to something Mave says, "Fear tactics are a sign of control," she gives, darting a wry glance the younger woman's way as she washes next to her. Apparently, no apologies are needed, for the bluerider just shakes her head and says, "Shit, give yer opinion. Ya ain' gonna offend me and mine. The fact that yer ain' afraid to, I like it." It sits well with her with it shows in her quiet approval. "Anyway," she goes on to say, "reckon the decent way of it's best. And, if ya want me to show ya, that can be arranged," and she lifts and forms a fist again with that mischievous smirk.
+Once it's revealed indeed to be Alida, "Ahh, the guard joins our humble little party," Jo greets with a flash of something in her gaze. "Ya must be shittin' nervous about what's to come. What they're predictin' to be comin' soon." Then, to something Mave says, "Fear tactics are a sign of control," she gives, darting a wry glance the younger woman's way as she washes next to her. Apparently, no apologies are needed, for the bluerider just shakes her head and says, "Shit, give yer opinion. Ya ain' gonna offend me and mine. The fact that yer ain' afraid to, I like it." It sits well with her with it shows in her quiet approval. "Anyway," she goes on to say, "reckon the decent way of it's best. And, if ya want me to show ya, that can be arranged," and she lifts and forms a fist again with that mischievous smirk.
-That's what Alida was concerned about: her presence interrupting things, so that the smooth flow of information stops. Ah well. Remaining quiet, not wishing to butt in further on the other women, the candidate continues scrubbing firmly upon her scalp, rubbing soap down into the lower skeins of her hair, making certain to get it fastidiously clean. Green eyes keep conspiculously away from Mave and Jo as they discuss their gaming 'strategies,' though the rider does receive a murmured alto answer of, "Not really. A little concerned, yeah, but fear?" A negative shake of her soapy head is followed by the guard's mellow, "Fear makes it tough ta' react well, tough ta reason. Caution, however." Smirk. Especially for someone like *her* - who's already pissed-off Hraedhyth - caution would be a hallmark. As to fear tactics...well, the blonde keeps mum, though her eyes sparkle for a moment.
+That's what Alida was concerned about: her presence interrupting things, so that the smooth flow of information stops. Ah well. Remaining quiet, not wishing to butt in further on the other women, the candidate continues scrubbing firmly upon her scalp, rubbing soap down into the lower skeins of her hair, making certain to get it fastidiously clean. Green eyes keep conspicuously away from Mave and Jo as they discuss their gaming 'strategies,' though the rider does receive a murmured alto answer of, "Not really. A little concerned, yeah, but fear?" A negative shake of her soapy head is followed by the guard's mellow, "Fear makes it tough ta' react well, tough ta reason. Caution, however." Smirk. Especially for someone like *her* - who's already pissed-off Hraedhyth - caution would be a hallmark. As to fear tactics...well, the blonde keeps mum, though her eyes sparkle for a moment.
 A swift nod accepts Jo's lack of offense cleanly, and Mave takes the information quite to heart, very quickly, when she answers back, "A rootless control, maybe. Second you're not scary, it falls down. Then you just end up trapped by yer own trappings." It's a light, untested, theory-- and theory is all it is, lacking the conviction of experience. But Mave appreciates being able to say, building confidence the more she does. To the fist, she scoots even closer, daring thoughtlessly to place a palm on Jo's knives to shift them back and out of her way for her to be up alongside the rider, putting her smaller fist nearby for comparison. Over the tips of her own knuckles, she watches Alida, humming. "I think a bit of nerves are good," she remarks, more throwaway than challenging, "So you don't get too big in your head."

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