Logs:Unfinished Chances - Revision history

Faryn at 00:02, 31 August 2015

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Faryn at 00:00, 31 August 2015

2015-08-31T00:00:44Z

Jolie at 23:45, 30 August 2015

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Jolie: Created page with "{{Log |who=Jo, Yesia, Jo{{!}}Tacuseth, Yesia{{!}}Aeaeth |what=Taking some advice to heart, Jo stops by with gifts and a rare case of gentleness. |where=Yesia's Weyr, High Reac..."

2015-08-30T23:43:46Z

Created page with "{{Log |who=Jo, Yesia, Jo{{!}}Tacuseth, Yesia{{!}}Aeaeth |what=Taking some advice to heart, Jo stops by with gifts and a rare case of gentleness. |where=Yesia's Weyr, High Reac..."

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 Tacuseth is ever the listener for both dragons and his rider, agreeing with Aeaeth in, << When do they ‘’ever’’ truly listen to us?” >> as if he can remember. Still, hearing about another - another that Aeaeth speaks of making her rider happy - ‘’that’’ draws a contemplative silence from the ever-crafty dragon. It’s slow that he returns with, << Oh. If he makes her happy. It ‘’does’’ seem like mine only seems to make her upset. >> It’s a thinning of shadows that shows he hasn’t thought of that before, the blue not seeming entirely please by the prospect. << None of ya should be upset, >> he believes himself, his tone uncertain now as Jo catches the words on H’vier with a dubious, “Huh. Maybe it someone above him, right? I noticed Glacier didn’ get anybody, which I find strange.” Still, she nods on Miellene, allowing a brief, “Yeah. Canie tells me she’s a good wingleader,” and then falls silent. It’s almost awkward how she just stands there with the boxes, and when Yesia leans for one, the bluerider releases the top and sets the other one down on the floor. The words on doing it right earn Yesia a ‘’look’’, but perhaps she’s learned to mind her dirty tongue. For now.
-Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. ([https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/product/646/petal-pink-halter-junior-chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses Reference] )
+Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. ([https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/product/646/petal-pink-halter-junior-chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses Reference])
 "There aren't many of us." Weyrlings. ''Ex''-weyrlings. "I heard someone say they probably wanted to keep us in groups, so we weren't thrown into it. Except Keysi. She's barely one of us anyways. There is another shrug for H'vier and the proposed explanation, "It's probably just that, and nobody else wanted to go there." The unboxing is a simple thing, her fingers grazing the light fabric before she pulls it out and very carefully lays it in front of her. Poker player Yesia is not. A face that pretty emotes inadvertently, which is the likely explanation for why she dips her head back down, hiding the way her features instantly become delighted. She touches the flowers and sighs, sounding a little wretched. "This must have cost you a fortune, I can't. It's - you all have to stop buying me things.  It only makes me feel worse." Which Aeaeth will amend with, << Oh, it's perfect! >> for Tacuseth. << She will keep it. >> It is better than talking about...that bartender. She's forgotten his name.

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 Tacuseth is ever the listener for both dragons and his rider, agreeing with Aeaeth in, << When do they ‘’ever’’ truly listen to us?” >> as if he can remember. Still, hearing about another - another that Aeaeth speaks of making her rider happy - ‘’that’’ draws a contemplative silence from the ever-crafty dragon. It’s slow that he returns with, << Oh. If he makes her happy. It ‘’does’’ seem like mine only seems to make her upset. >> It’s a thinning of shadows that shows he hasn’t thought of that before, the blue not seeming entirely please by the prospect. << None of ya should be upset, >> he believes himself, his tone uncertain now as Jo catches the words on H’vier with a dubious, “Huh. Maybe it someone above him, right? I noticed Glacier didn’ get anybody, which I find strange.” Still, she nods on Miellene, allowing a brief, “Yeah. Canie tells me she’s a good wingleader,” and then falls silent. It’s almost awkward how she just stands there with the boxes, and when Yesia leans for one, the bluerider releases the top and sets the other one down on the floor. The words on doing it right earn Yesia a ‘’look’’, but perhaps she’s learned to mind her dirty tongue. For now.
-Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. (Link: https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/product/646/petal-pink-halter-junior-chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses )
+Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. ([https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/product/646/petal-pink-halter-junior-chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses Reference] )
 "There aren't many of us." Weyrlings. ''Ex''-weyrlings. "I heard someone say they probably wanted to keep us in groups, so we weren't thrown into it. Except Keysi. She's barely one of us anyways. There is another shrug for H'vier and the proposed explanation, "It's probably just that, and nobody else wanted to go there." The unboxing is a simple thing, her fingers grazing the light fabric before she pulls it out and very carefully lays it in front of her. Poker player Yesia is not. A face that pretty emotes inadvertently, which is the likely explanation for why she dips her head back down, hiding the way her features instantly become delighted. She touches the flowers and sighs, sounding a little wretched. "This must have cost you a fortune, I can't. It's - you all have to stop buying me things.  It only makes me feel worse." Which Aeaeth will amend with, << Oh, it's perfect! >> for Tacuseth. << She will keep it. >> It is better than talking about...that bartender. She's forgotten his name.
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 Tacuseth's eyes whirling with pleasure, << Just a lil' somethin', >> he sends Aeaeth, laying his head back down near hers. << Glad'ja like it, though. I agree, though, >> he adds, harkening back to something the green said. << I prefer company best, too. Purple, huh? >> He'll even provide her a dark shade of it in askance, set against the color of his hide. Honestly he does need the advice. When Yesia thanks her, the brief incline of her Jo's head is given in return along with, "Glad ya like'm. Yer welcome." She looks over what she can see of the trinkets spread out over the bed before she addresses the last with, "I doubt it's stupid. It's obvious ya gotta knack for it. Maybe one day ya'll let me see it finished up. If it looks like Tacuseth, I think he'd even get behind noticin' it. He's not into anythin' 'less it has to do with water or sand."
-Yesia seems to be considering the box, which is stacked in levels and filled with trinkets, rings, unfinished weaves of thin rope in intricate patterns, but Jo's last has her hesitating. "It was just practice," she repeats apologetically, a little self-conscious, setting the straps aside and lifting one of the layers, then another one. Fishing through the the pieces there, the greenrider eventually comes up with a stone that - yes - resembles Tacuseth quite a lot, even wrapped in thick bronze trappings in intricately woven curls. It's flanked with tiny blue orbs in the curls, with a thin chain of that same bronze, weathered handsomely. It fits in her palm with room to spare, but she holds it out by the chain to Jo. "It's not sand. Or water," all that apologizing without saying sorry, until, "Sorry."
+Yesia seems to be considering the box, which is stacked in levels and filled with trinkets, rings, unfinished weaves of thin rope in intricate patterns, but Jo's last has her hesitating. "It was just practice," she repeats apologetically, a little self-conscious, setting the straps aside and lifting one of the layers, then another one. Fishing through the the pieces there, the greenrider eventually comes up with a stone that - yes - resembles Tacuseth quite a lot, even wrapped in thick bronze trappings in intricately woven curls. It's flanked with tiny blue orbs in the curls, with a thin chain of that same bronze, weathered handsomely. It fits in her palm with room to spare, but she holds it out by the chain to Jo. "It's not sand. Or water," all that apologizing without saying sorry, until, "Sorry." ([https://www.etsy.com/listing/111307520/faerie-garden-necklace?ref=shop_home_active_1 Reference])
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-Similar to: https://www.etsy.com/listing/111307520/faerie-garden-necklace?ref=shop_home_active_1
 Jo studies what she can of the work that surrounds Yesia on the bed before she finds the greenrider fishing out the necklace. Sharp dark eyes take in what she can see from where Yesia holds it, and then in silence, she takes it by chain from her to have it close to her gaze before letting it fall to the palm of her hand. Then, there's a shy smile that peters out, faltering and coming back, as if the smile itself was at war with the aloof masks she usually has in place. It's all in silence that she doesn't speak, in end lifting the chain and carefully working it around her neck so that it settles just above her half-hidden cleavage before finally meets Yesia's gaze. "I like it," she finally says, looking back down to arrange it on herself. "I like the way it's made. Unfinished. Kinda like me'n him." Looking at her, her gaze steady, "Thanks, darlin'," she says, that curious smile touching her lips. "I think Tac'll like it all the same. He seems to like ya'n Aeaeth rather well." Which is curious, apparently, for her making note of it at all as she fingers the curling metalwork on the pendant.

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 Tacuseth is ever the listener for both dragons and his rider, agreeing with Aeaeth in, << When do they ‘’ever’’ truly listen to us?” >> as if he can remember. Still, hearing about another - another that Aeaeth speaks of making her rider happy - ‘’that’’ draws a contemplative silence from the ever-crafty dragon. It’s slow that he returns with, << Oh. If he makes her happy. It ‘’does’’ seem like mine only seems to make her upset. >> It’s a thinning of shadows that shows he hasn’t thought of that before, the blue not seeming entirely please by the prospect. << None of ya should be upset, >> he believes himself, his tone uncertain now as Jo catches the words on H’vier with a dubious, “Huh. Maybe it someone above him, right? I noticed Glacier didn’ get anybody, which I find strange.” Still, she nods on Miellene, allowing a brief, “Yeah. Canie tells me she’s a good wingleader,” and then falls silent. It’s almost awkward how she just stands there with the boxes, and when Yesia leans for one, the bluerider releases the top and sets the other one down on the floor. The words on doing it right earn Yesia a ‘’look’’, but perhaps she’s learned to mind her dirty tongue. For now.
-Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. (Link: https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/content/res/large/l23/0002379_light_pink_halter_bridesmaid_dressespetal_pink_junior_chiffon_bridesmaid_dresses_wm.jpeg )
+Should Yesia untie the ribbon free from the box, there’s something folded inside in pale pink. Unfolded, it’s a dress, all in flirty skirt and roses on the front made with the same gauzy material that the skirt and the halter strap is made out of. It’s a simple yet elegant and delicate cut, the right shade of pale pink making the dress worthy of a proper gather. (Link: https://www.fancybridesmaid.com/product/646/petal-pink-halter-junior-chiffon-bridesmaid-dresses )
 "There aren't many of us." Weyrlings. ''Ex''-weyrlings. "I heard someone say they probably wanted to keep us in groups, so we weren't thrown into it. Except Keysi. She's barely one of us anyways. There is another shrug for H'vier and the proposed explanation, "It's probably just that, and nobody else wanted to go there." The unboxing is a simple thing, her fingers grazing the light fabric before she pulls it out and very carefully lays it in front of her. Poker player Yesia is not. A face that pretty emotes inadvertently, which is the likely explanation for why she dips her head back down, hiding the way her features instantly become delighted. She touches the flowers and sighs, sounding a little wretched. "This must have cost you a fortune, I can't. It's - you all have to stop buying me things.  It only makes me feel worse." Which Aeaeth will amend with, << Oh, it's perfect! >> for Tacuseth. << She will keep it. >> It is better than talking about...that bartender. She's forgotten his name.