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 "Lots of reasons why, but dragonriders don't marry," Iolene states in that unequivocal way; this is how it is and there's no changing it. And yet, Io purses her lips and looks backwards again, back to where Ysavaeth is but with a glazed, distant look. "Well, even if there was someone I wanted to marry now, dragonriders don't get marry. How can you get married when you'll have to cheat on them all the time when your dragon rises to mate?" A hand reaches out, followed by another and Io's arms slide about this girl she just met in a spontaneous hug. "You could stay here if you wanted. Your parents were ready to let you go with a boy. Don't see why coming here is any different." Oh, naivety. "I mean, if that's what you want, right? You could run away and run the fields and through the forests and to the ocean and just not live anywhere except where you want to." Oh, dreamer.
- That's something that Ila's going to take Io's word for, though when Iolene explains, Ila has to try and say something back even if it's only a wistful, wish-she-could-help, "I don't know." She shivers then, an unhappy tremor. Rising. Mating. It's the hug that eases her and she just can't help but hug the other girl back, too, as if that could make things better. "I wish I... I wish I could, and woudn't that just show them? He'd wish he hadn't then!" She squeezes Io, then relaxes, "You can do that, right? Run off, go to the ocean..." Where did that towel go? She has to blow her nose.
+That's something that Ila's going to take Io's word for, though when Iolene explains, Ila has to try and say something back even if it's only a wistful, wish-she-could-help, "I don't know." She shivers then, an unhappy tremor. Rising. Mating. It's the hug that eases her and she just can't help but hug the other girl back, too, as if that could make things better. "I wish I... I wish I could, and woudn't that just show them? He'd wish he hadn't then!" She squeezes Io, then relaxes, "You can do that, right? Run off, go to the ocean..." Where did that towel go? She has to blow her nose.
 "To the ocean," Iolene's succession of blinks indicates that, no, she wasn't aware she could do that. That for whatever reason the idea of leaving the Weyr not on business hadn't occurred to her. "I-... I could now, couldn't I? No one can stop us really. Me and Ysa and it would be nice to get away. To the ocean!" Enthusiasm colors the repetition and damn the towel, not that Iolene's even noticing Ila looking for it, she springs off from he chair, "You know how to find your way out? I would take you too, but Ysa... Ysavaeth is particular about who rides her and we're /supposed/ to be transporting some crafters to Tillek today but she delegated it to someone else." Some other hapless dragon who isn't as particular. "Yes?"