Logs:There Will Be Paws - Revision history

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Jolie at 18:38, 17 September 2015

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 |what=Jo invites Yesia out to pick some canine pups from her uncle's pens. Later on, Uncle Arone confronts Jo about the past.
 |where=Canine Training Pens, outside Crom Hold
-|involves=High Reaches Area
+|involves=High Reaches Weyr
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 Long pause. “Don’t you ‘’ever’’ make me think that again. Jolie.”
-That makes Jo look at him, and she finds Arone’s hard stare already on her. Unc-”
+That makes Jo look at him, and she finds Arone’s hard stare already on her. "Unc-”
 “Don’t you ‘uncle’ me,” Arone cuts her off, turning to address the convict rider fully. “You know why I’m pissed off. Wasn’t about to say all this in front of your lovely friend earlier. You knew where I was. If you were in trouble, you should’ve ‘’came’’ to me. You should’ve-”
-“And had’ja add one more mouth to feed?” There’s a cold laugh to that before Jo thrusts a hand out towards the pens. “This place was doin’ ‘’shit’’ back in those days! Ya barely had any marks comin’ through this place! ‘N ‘’what’’, huh? Ya’d send me back to him!”
+“And had’ja add one more mouth to feed?” There’s a cold laugh to that before Jo thrusts a hand out towards the pens. “This place was doin’ ‘’shit’’ back in those days! Ya barely had any marks comin’ through this place! ‘N ‘’what’’, huh? Ya’d send me back to him?”
 “Aye, I would’ve,” Arone won’t even lie about that, breathing heavily. “Out here ain’t no place for a girl on her own. Even a crafty lil’ scrawny shit like you.”
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 “So yer just like Jothan, yer sayin’?” It’s more of a statement than a question, Jo already close to shouting him down. “Ya’d have married me off like some chained-up runner-”
-“Aye, I would’ve talked him down, Jolie! If ya would’ve just given me more time with him instead of runnin’ off-”
+“Aye, and I would’ve talked him down, Jolie! If ya would’ve just given me more time with him instead of runnin’ off-”
-“Ya’ve been away from yer brother, out here, far too long, uncle,” and there’s a bitter chuckle for Arone by Jo. “He doesn’ cave. He believes he’s right. He believes he’s ‘’always’’ fuckin’ right!”
+“Ya’ve been away from yer brother, out here for far too long, uncle,” and there’s a bitter chuckle for Arone by Jo. “He doesn’ cave. He believes he’s right. He believes he’s ‘’always’’ fuckin’ right!”
-“Oh, aye, and I wonder where you get ‘’that’’ from, huh?” Arone tosses right back, undaunted by her as he puffs himself up. “You’re just like him. You’re both too stubborn and foolish to even see it.”
+“Oh, aye, and I wonder where you get ‘’that’’ from, huh?” Arone tosses right back, undaunted by her as he puffs himself up. “Being always right. You’re just like him. You’re both too stubborn and foolish to even see it.”
 Something gets Jo to clamp her mouth shut on the next set of words, turning to look back over the pens with her fingers digging into the post.
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 Jo looks exasperated when she finally looks his way again, and says, “Did he even ask ‘bout ‘’me’’ when I was locked up?”
-“You know what?” and Arone rounds up on her, looking proud and indignant for a mere canine trainer. “I’m gonna tell you what should’ve been told to you before you ran off with that boy. I may not have been around, but I’ve heard enough of what was going on in that Hold. Jolie, you’re a selfish bitch.” He lets that sink in, glaring down the furious shock on her face. “At least your father ‘’owns’’ what he is. When things got tough and your mother got out, ‘’he’’ stayed. He made sure Keogh took care of you all. What did ‘’you’’ do when things got too tough, huh?”
+“You know what?” and Arone rounds up on her, looking proud and indignant for a mere canine trainer. “I’m gonna tell you what you should’ve been told before you ran off with that boy. I may not have been around, but I’ve heard enough of what was going on in that Hold. Jolie, you’re a selfish bitch.” He lets that sink in, glaring down the furious shock on her face. “At least your father ‘’owns’’ what he is. When things got tough and your mother got out, ‘’he’’ stayed. He made sure Keogh took care of you all. What did ‘’you’’ do when things got too tough, huh?”
 Arone’s words stung and it was visible on Jo’s face for a moment before she regains her composure. She turns and starts heading back towards Tacuseth, shucking over her shoulder, “I ain’ stayin’ for dinner. Tell Mel’n Maron I’m sorry.”

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 Yeah, Jo eyes that smug look like it owes her some marks. Tasked with keeping Scamp from slipping down her jacket as she murmurs on her uncle, "Someone has to be, in my family." More to Yesia now, "Yer a minx. Ya ''should'' get one." With Arone off on his way, she leads them off on theirs back towards their dragons for their next stop. Really, Tacuseth seems to bask in Aeaeth's sweetness. A dragon - even a male one - likes compliments. << I'll convince her, >> he sends, though it's probably really ''needle'' her like he did that pink linen he had her give up. As the ladies mount, << Yeah. They're not even ''food''. >> He understands in the simplest forms as he spreads his wings and head for the sky.
 '''Later, in the evening...'''
 Jo returns to the training pens, alone.

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	Yeah, Jo eyes that smug look like it owes her some marks. Tasked with keeping Scamp from slipping down her jacket as she murmurs on her uncle, "Someone has to be, in my family." More to Yesia now, "Yer a minx. Ya ''should'' get one." With Arone off on his way, she leads them off on theirs back towards their dragons for their next stop. Really, Tacuseth seems to bask in Aeaeth's sweetness. A dragon - even a male one - likes compliments. << I'll convince her, >> he sends, though it's probably really ''needle'' her like he did that pink linen he had her give up. As the ladies mount, << Yeah. They're not even ''food''. >> He understands in the simplest forms as he spreads his wings and head for the sky.		Yeah, Jo eyes that smug look like it owes her some marks. Tasked with keeping Scamp from slipping down her jacket as she murmurs on her uncle, "Someone has to be, in my family." More to Yesia now, "Yer a minx. Ya ''should'' get one." With Arone off on his way, she leads them off on theirs back towards their dragons for their next stop. Really, Tacuseth seems to bask in Aeaeth's sweetness. A dragon - even a male one - likes compliments. << I'll convince her, >> he sends, though it's probably really ''needle'' her like he did that pink linen he had her give up. As the ladies mount, << Yeah. They're not even ''food''. >> He understands in the simplest forms as he spreads his wings and head for the sky.
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		+	'''Later, in the evening...'''
		+
		+	Jo returns to the training pens, alone.
		+
		+	“Glad you came back,” Arone steps out of the shadows of his hut, chewing on a piece of hay as he watches her approach him.
		+
		+	“Just wanted to see ya again for dinner before I head back, uncle.”
		+
		+	They turn together, flanking each other to watch the pen-hands running around with the canines in companionable silence.
		+
		+	It’s during this that Arone says, “Thought you were dead, you know.”
		+
		+	Jo doesn’t look his way. “I know,” she says.
		+
		+	“As in, in the mines,” he clarifies, because he should. “Up ‘til you vanished into thin air.”
		+
		+	Pause. “I know, uncle.”
		+
		+	Long pause. “Don’t you ‘’ever’’ make me think that again. Jolie.”
		+
		+	That makes Jo look at him, and she finds Arone’s hard stare already on her. Unc-”
		+
		+	“Don’t you ‘uncle’ me,” Arone cuts her off, turning to address the convict rider fully. “You know why I’m pissed off. Wasn’t about to say all this in front of your lovely friend earlier. You knew where I was. If you were in trouble, you should’ve ‘’came’’ to me. You should’ve-”
		+
		+	“And had’ja add one more mouth to feed?” There’s a cold laugh to that before Jo thrusts a hand out towards the pens. “This place was doin’ ‘’shit’’ back in those days! Ya barely had any marks comin’ through this place! ‘N ‘’what’’, huh? Ya’d send me back to him!”
		+
		+	“Aye, I would’ve,” Arone won’t even lie about that, breathing heavily. “Out here ain’t no place for a girl on her own. Even a crafty lil’ scrawny shit like you.”
		+
		+	“So yer just like Jothan, yer sayin’?” It’s more of a statement than a question, Jo already close to shouting him down. “Ya’d have married me off like some chained-up runner-”
		+
		+	“Aye, I would’ve talked him down, Jolie! If ya would’ve just given me more time with him instead of runnin’ off-”
		+
		+	“Ya’ve been away from yer brother, out here, far too long, uncle,” and there’s a bitter chuckle for Arone by Jo. “He doesn’ cave. He believes he’s right. He believes he’s ‘’always’’ fuckin’ right!”
		+
		+	“Oh, aye, and I wonder where you get ‘’that’’ from, huh?” Arone tosses right back, undaunted by her as he puffs himself up. “You’re just like him. You’re both too stubborn and foolish to even see it.”
		+
		+	Something gets Jo to clamp her mouth shut on the next set of words, turning to look back over the pens with her fingers digging into the post.
		+
		+	The silence lengthens between them and Arone slowly turns back to watch the hands at work before he mentions, quietly, “You won’t even ask about him.” Not a question.
		+
		+	Silence. “I ran into Jolan ‘bout several months back,” Jo answers stubbornly, her chin lifting as she refuses to look his way. “He says Jothan’s fine. He leans heavily on his cane more, turn after turn.” Happy?
		+
		+	Frowning, “That’s not what I said,” Arone alerts in disapproval and he stares hard at her.
		+
		+	Jo looks exasperated when she finally looks his way again, and says, “Did he even ask ‘bout ‘’me’’ when I was locked up?”
		+
		+	“You know what?” and Arone rounds up on her, looking proud and indignant for a mere canine trainer. “I’m gonna tell you what should’ve been told to you before you ran off with that boy. I may not have been around, but I’ve heard enough of what was going on in that Hold. Jolie, you’re a selfish bitch.” He lets that sink in, glaring down the furious shock on her face. “At least your father ‘’owns’’ what he is. When things got tough and your mother got out, ‘’he’’ stayed. He made sure Keogh took care of you all. What did ‘’you’’ do when things got too tough, huh?”
		+
		+	Arone’s words stung and it was visible on Jo’s face for a moment before she regains her composure. She turns and starts heading back towards Tacuseth, shucking over her shoulder, “I ain’ stayin’ for dinner. Tell Mel’n Maron I’m sorry.”
		+
		+	“Yeah, go on,” Arone calls after her retreating back. “Run like you ‘’always’’ do. Good to see some things haven’ changed after all.” When she gets far enough away and still in speaking distance, “He asked ‘bout you,” he adds, the words lower. Sober from his temper. “Guess that don’ matter now, does it?”
		+
		+	That gets Jo to stop, and her head turns to the side as if to see him in the dim light. “If I stay,” the convict rider tells him, her voice guarded, “I will punch ya in the face.” Then she’s out of there before she could hear another word from him.
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