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 |log=Dragon> The desert shadows fade in, marking Tacuseth's arrival before any words are sent. << Mine would like to invite you over if you're free, >> is the invitation, his greeting brushed with both amusement and curiosity as he sends the young brown the visuals to his home. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)

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 Aeaeth ''streeetches'', nosing at Akluseth, flicking her long tail at Tacuseth. << I think I have to go, >> she says, softly. << My rider is very unhappy. She does not like...chests? That's odd, because her chest is -- >>
-"Perhaps another time, then," Jo takes on Yesia's refusal to answer with a sigh as Edyis returns. The speech is punctuated with a few chuckles from her, for the most part keeping quiet until Yesia turns to leave. In her wake, "Enjoy yer evenin', Yesia." And she's looking for a drink from that bottle before she settles back down for a return to sleep.
+"Perhaps another time, then," Jo takes on Yesia's refusal with a sigh as Edyis returns. The speech is punctuated with a few chuckles from her, for the most part keeping quiet until Yesia turns to leave. In her wake, "Enjoy yer evenin', Yesia." And she's looking for a drink from that bottle before she settles back down for a return to sleep.
 Tacuseth could play the 'My Ledge is Bigger Than Yours' game, but when Aeaeth announces she has to go, he reaches out to her with his wedge-shaped head. << Maybe she hasn't seen other chests before? But it's okay. Come by sometime, >> he sends in farewell, always the gentleman dragon. << Let me know when you want your ledge fixed. >> Indeed.

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 The shadow of brown wings is seen before the normal ledge warning of << Incoming >> is given. The brown setting down a moment with a snort as his rider slips from his neckridges. << Extra flame drills, Neianth is merciless man. >> As his rider makes her way into the weyr with a clearing of her throat. "You better be decent." She calls as a warning; lips twisted wry.
-Dragon> There's a gust of warm desert wind, tinged with the laughter of a raucous crowd before Tacuseth sends, << Your welcome to come on your own to check out greens, young buck, but I don' think She would like ya leaving your charge behind like that. >> It's all tinged with innocence and roughened humor, even. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)
+Dragon> There's a gust of warm desert wind, tinged with the laughter of a raucous crowd before Tacuseth sends, << You're welcome to come on your own to check out greens, young buck, but I don' think She would like ya leaving your charge behind like that. >> It's all tinged with innocence and roughened humor, even. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)
 Dragon> To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects << Heh, not abandoning as much as giving her a chance to get rid of the firestone stink. But point taken I suppose. >> Finding a comfortable spot to sprawl on the ledge though he's careful not to be so rude as to intrude on the poor blue's space. >>
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 Dragon> << I think they're one and the same, >> Tacuseth can only guess at strange words with a draconic nod. << It's sometimes confusing. I don't see why she can't be naked everywhere. ''We'' don' wear those things they do. Never fits right. >> As for greens, a clear favored subject of his, << Solith is ''fun'', >> he agrees. << Many of them can be. >> (To Akluseth from Tacuseth)
-Nudging the open bottle towards Edyis in case she wants a refill, "Thought he'd tell me ''all'' of his lil' secrets he learned 'bout ya?" Jo teases with a slight tilt of her head. "Yer one of those girls that like to chat after sex, are ya?" Laughter aside, draining her glass, "My first time was too," she admits. "Awkward. Farideh. Ya went to her for sex advice?" ''This'' is interesting, her look seems to say.
+Nudging the open bottle towards Edyis in case she wants a refill, "Thought he'd tell me ''all'' of his lil' secrets he learned 'bout ya?" Jo teases with a slight tilt of her head. "Yer one of those girls that like to chat after sex, are ya?" Laughter aside, draining her glass, "My first time was, too," she admits. "Awkward. Farideh. Ya went to her for sex advice?" ''This'' is interesting, her look seems to say.
 Edyis lifts her shoulders, "I was kinda worried he would complain. Akluseth - had to lock me in the weyr with him." She explains soberly, refilling the glass. "Don't rightly know what you are ''supposed'' to do after." She admits. Refilling the glass eagerly. "No, it was one of those subjects we talked about before... before everyone impressed and changed." Her smile fading faintly in the last.
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 "You mean the way wine is the thing you try first before you dare something with a little more kick?" She grins at the possibilities of Jo's underlying motives. "I'm sure he'll wind up with his fair share of battle scars too." Of the after her brow lifts a little, thoughtful. "So he is like you then?" Curious, but oddly without judgment. "Checkered past and the like?"
-"I don' think he'll mind," Jo seems too sure on N'rek and battle scars, leaning forward to refill her drink. "I don' ya'll mind, either. As for tryin' wine with a lil' more kick, well, ya tell me." There's an open challenge in her tone as she slowly leans back with her glass, and perhaps it's deliberate that she chooses now to ask, "Enjoyin' the taste?" and her gaze briefly fall on Ed's glass. It's a moment before she addresses the latter, the convict rider regarding her as she levels back, "If he is?" with an unconcerned sip from her glass.
+"I don' think he'll mind," Jo seems too sure on N'rek and battle scars, leaning forward to refill her drink. "I don' think ya'll mind, either. As for tryin' wine with a lil' more kick, well, ya tell me." There's an open challenge in her tone as she slowly leans back with her glass, and perhaps it's deliberate that she chooses now to ask, "Enjoyin' the taste?" and her gaze briefly fall on Ed's glass. It's a moment before she addresses the latter, the convict rider regarding her as she levels back, "If he is?" with an unconcerned sip from her glass.
 Knowing laughter bubbles up from deep in the brownrider's chest for Jo's battle scar commentary. "Sorry to disappoint you, Jo. Sweet as the taste might be, too much of a good thing can be quite hazardous." Fingertip was trailing the rim of her glass as it sits on the table. "One more proof to Akluseth's theory then I suppose."  She says of the last with a self-depreciating sigh."
 "Says who?" Jo counters, challenges, the words in quickfire. "Can' speak on somethin' that ya haven' experience. Haven' tasted. Have the whole bottle if ya like," she offers on the drink with a gesture of her hand. "Sometimes a few drinks are hardly enough." To the last, there's a chuckle from the bluerider before she asks, "And that theory is?"
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 Dragon> Tacuseth is amused, and intrigued. << I'm sure she'll wake up. Eventually, >> he gives Akluseth in encouragement, but he's also curious about this foreign mind as he sends back << Is she really? >> Must check and all. (To Akluseth and Aeaeth from Tacuseth)
-Dragon> To Tacuseth and Akluseth, Aeaeth is not modest. << I know, >> she sparkles, in spots of bright color and cordial trumpets. Her own mind is curious as well. Tacluseth earns his own set of almost sentient ribbons to examine his mind, before she backwings and lands on his ledge. With a passenger. Of course.
+Dragon> To Tacuseth and Akluseth, Aeaeth is not modest. << I know, >> she sparkles, in spots of bright color and cordial trumpets. Her own mind is curious as well. Tacuseth earns his own set of almost sentient ribbons to examine his mind, before she backwings and lands on his ledge. With a passenger. Of course.
 Where Aeaeth was preoccupied, so was Yesia. And her anger means she hasn't even realized this isn't Akluseth's ledge. Which explains, maybe, why she musters all her indignity at being interrupted and storms right on in past the drapery, to say, "I ''told'' you, to tell Akluseth to leave Aeaeth alone, Edyis. I'm going to tell --" Aeaeth is soprano giggles. << Whoops. >>
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 Dragon> Akluseth projects <<  Shit just got awkward. >>
-"Fuck!" Yesia's not usually one for stark profanities, so that should mark exactly how she feels right now. If not that, then certainly her hands flying up to cover her eyes, even as she turns her back on Jo and Edyis. Her hair is still damp, half-braided with ribbons that aren't completely woven in. "What the ''fuck'', Edyis, why did you -- your stupid fucking ''dragon''!" To say nothing of ''her'' stupid dragon, who can't figure out who to cuddle up to first. Tacluseth has her regard, for now, for his ''newness''. She streches prettily between them, looking carefully at Akluseth's straps. << Don't be silly, >> she chimes, pleasantly. << I'm sure Yesia will be out shortly to help. >> Maybe. If Yesia finds it in her to uncover her eyes and find her way back out. "Aeaeth said he asked for help, I thought I'd find you with a broken leg, why did - what did - UGH."
+"Fuck!" Yesia's not usually one for stark profanities, so that should mark exactly how she feels right now. If not that, then certainly her hands flying up to cover her eyes, even as she turns her back on Jo and Edyis. Her hair is still damp, half-braided with ribbons that aren't completely woven in. "What the ''fuck'', Edyis, why did you -- your stupid fucking ''dragon''!" To say nothing of ''her'' stupid dragon, who can't figure out who to cuddle up to first. Tacuseth has her regard, for now, for his ''newness''. She stretches prettily between them, looking carefully at Akluseth's straps. << Don't be silly, >> she chimes, pleasantly. << I'm sure Yesia will be out shortly to help. >> Maybe. If Yesia finds it in her to uncover her eyes and find her way back out. "Aeaeth said he asked for help, I thought I'd find you with a broken leg, why did - what did - UGH."
 Tacuseth seems to be acting as innocent as a baby dragon to Akluseth. Let's ignore the fact that there's an intruder in his lady's weyr. << You should come by more often, >> he offers Aeaeth with such warm desert sand tones of friendship. And, well, "No need to act like yer tits haven' grown in yet," Jo gives in greeting to Yesia, giving Edyis time to recover her obvious shock. "We're all girls here." And yes, the convict rider is giving Yesia a look-over that probably leery before she drawls over to Ed, "A friend of yers, darlin'? Is Tacuseth still on our ledge?" That one is clearly for her dragon.

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 Tacuseth seems to be acting as innocent as a baby dragon to Akluseth. Let's ignore the fact that there's an intruder in his lady's weyr. << You should come by more often, >> he offers Aeaeth with such warm desert sand tones of friendship. And, well, "No need to act like yer tits haven' grown in yet," Jo gives in greeting to Yesia, giving Edyis time to recover her obvious shock. "We're all girls here." And yes, the convict rider is giving Yesia a look-over that probably leery before she drawls over to Ed, "A friend of yers, darlin'? Is Tacuseth still on our ledge?" That one is clearly for her dragon.
-Akluseth? He does not seem so convinced, to say nothing of the jealous glare he's giving the ''slightly'' bigger blue, Tacuseth. Still, it's Aeaeth, so he cuddles up to her other side, not to be outdone by the interloper. Jellyfish glowing like tiny gems set off in the colors of her mindscape. Unfortunately girls are not his strong suit.
+Akluseth? He does not seem so convinced, to say nothing of the jealous glare he's giving the ''slightly'' bigger blue, Tacuseth. Still, it's Aeaeth, so he cuddles up to her other side, not to be outdone by the interloper. Jellyfish glowing like tiny gems set off in the colors of her mindscape. Unfortunately girls are not his strong suit. "I am going to kill him." She decides, "Jo, Yesia. Yesia, Jo. Clutchmate, Akluseth and Aeaeth get along fairly well." Riders? Not so much. "I'm gonna go get his straps." Getting out of the bed to wobble to her flight jacket and pull it on long enough to briefly step outside.
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 "I am going to kill him." She decides, "Jo, Yesia. Yesia, Jo. Clutchmate, Akluseth and Aeaeth get along fairly well." Riders? Not so much. "I'm gonna go get his straps." Getting out of the bed to wobble to her flight jacket and pull it on long enough to briefly step outside.
 << Oh, gee, could I? Your ledge is very large, >> Aeaeth says, coy. << Mine is very damp. I don't like it as much as I thought I would. >> She's not a preferential dragon, it seems. Akluseth gets a low croon of affection for his efforts, and all the big strong boys are paying such good attention. Inside, Yesia's increasingly scandalized by Jo's greeting. "I ''know''," she says, sounding appalled. The sound that leaves her throat when Edyis stands to leave, tossing on that jacket, sounds like someone's squeezed the air out of her through a tiny hole. "We're not friends," she has the awareness to certify. "This - I can't believe you," she tells the vague direction of Edyis' back, then peeks through her fingers at Jo. "I'm leaving."

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 Akluseth? He does not seem so convinced, to say nothing of the jealous glare he's giving the ''slightly'' bigger blue, Tacuseth. Still, it's Aeaeth, so he cuddles up to her other side, not to be outdone by the interloper. Jellyfish glowing like tiny gems set off in the colors of her mindscape. Unfortunately girls are not his strong suit.
- "I am going to kill him." She decides, "Jo, Yesia. Yesia, Jo. Clutchmate, Akluseth and Aeaeth get along fairly well." Riders? Not so much. "I'm gonna go get his straps." Getting out of the bed to wobble to her flight jacket and pull it on long enough to briefly step outside.
+"I am going to kill him." She decides, "Jo, Yesia. Yesia, Jo. Clutchmate, Akluseth and Aeaeth get along fairly well." Riders? Not so much. "I'm gonna go get his straps." Getting out of the bed to wobble to her flight jacket and pull it on long enough to briefly step outside.
 << Oh, gee, could I? Your ledge is very large, >> Aeaeth says, coy. << Mine is very damp. I don't like it as much as I thought I would. >> She's not a preferential dragon, it seems. Akluseth gets a low croon of affection for his efforts, and all the big strong boys are paying such good attention. Inside, Yesia's increasingly scandalized by Jo's greeting. "I ''know''," she says, sounding appalled. The sound that leaves her throat when Edyis stands to leave, tossing on that jacket, sounds like someone's squeezed the air out of her through a tiny hole. "We're not friends," she has the awareness to certify. "This - I can't believe you," she tells the vague direction of Edyis' back, then peeks through her fingers at Jo. "I'm leaving."