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Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr

High on the southeastern edge of the Weyr, the Star Stones cast a now-lopsided shadow over the sheared stone plateau that holds them, a hole in the skyline left where the Eye Rock once stood. A watchrider stands guard here day and night, Pass or Interval, keeping an eye out for incoming visitors and inclement weather. Where the Eye Rock once stood, a scattering of debris remains, but nothing else; two dragonlengths south, the silent column of the Finger Rock stands alone, awaiting the balancing of the sun on its tip at the solstice to warn of the imminence of Thread. Between, and set out slightly to the side is the squat shape of the actual Star Stone, with an arrow pointing to where each of the other two stones should stand. The view from the Star Stones is unparalleled, its closest match that from the southern rim. A full circle around the Weyr can be seen from the Snowy Wastes to the north, to Keogh in the east, the peaks of the Western Range and Tillek Bay to the south, Pars and River Bend to the west. The only way up or down from the Star Stones is a-dragonback.

It's a cold night to be up on the star stones, but if you're at High Reaches, there's like to be colder both in the past and the future. Though the watchrider's on duty as usual, tonight Iesaryth stands sentinel along with him - rather than watching from her preferred southern edge of the rim, she's switched perspectives tonight, but also her view, watching the spread of the area beyond the Weyr rather than the traffic of the bowl. Aishani's with her, the high fur collar of her jacket turned up, wrapped in blankets and furs and wearing a hat that's tight to her head, keeping it and her hair from blowing around too much. There's a thermos in her arms, and she watches beyond the Weyr as well, as if there's some answers out there in the darkness.

This cold night, the nicked and scratched blue could probably be seen winging in from beyond the Weyr if one is looking in that direction. He's nimble in landing on the stones, sending out shadowed tendrils of greeting to Iesaryth first as Jo dismounts. She's in her usual black leathers as she is all turn, though now the weather permits her to keep the jacket closed up in the front. It's casual as she approaches to join the Weyrwoman, flask already in gloved hand. Turning to view the same area that Aishani does, "What is it that ya see?" she asks, though one could probably hear the 'seek' there as well, both words interchangeable.

Blue hide on blue night might be difficult for human eyes to discern, but not a dragon's; Iesaryth can see Tacuseth as he wings in, likewise greeting him, wondering with a wash of sea-salt water and breezes, « Where have you been this evening? » Not that she's nosy... well, yes. She is. But it's driven out of curiosity less than her rider's, borne of paranoia. As for said rider, Aishani waits till Jo approaches to offer up the thermos in place of the bluerider's flask, explaining, "Hot cider." And it would have to be the alcoholic kind, right? The question, though... "A puzzle," she sighs. "Sometimes I wonder if seeing it spread out will bring some sudden insight."

With the fanfare of a gladiatorial crowd missing - just the peace of a setting evening with shadows and breezes - Tacuseth's answer starts with images of a campfire being stoked up in a distance by a pale-faced, thin woman that looks close to the same age as Jo. Then there's a man with hard eyes and paranoia in his body walking the perimeter of their camp, and it looks as if they haven't been there long. Images flicker by of Jo smashing a man's face in at some bar, somewhere before collecting up a pouch that was clearly not hers, to other places far too dark to see. « Not many, » come his sleepily amused vocal answer after that. Just a typical night for an ex-con and her dragon! Jo closes her flask and pockets it before taking up the thermos, settling in beside Aishani before taking a drink. "Mmm," is her assessment of the drink before tipping it again and then passing it back. "What's the puzzle?" she asks now, looking from the view to her. "Maybe two heads will work it out better than one, darlin'."

« Ah. Her business. » Iesaryth has a certain respect for that business, the business of revenge, of family, of secrets that are kept. She understands and appreciates what Tacuseth shares. Especially as it's more interesting than her evenings tend to be; there are things her Shan can do, but not necessarily is able to with such a high profile of late. Shifting a blanket from her shoulders to offer over to the ex-con, Aishani eyes Jo sidelong. "Busy night? I wish I'd brought some food up, you probably missed dinner." That's wry, amused. After taking the thermos and letting it warm her face before a sip, "The whole thing is, really. It's all connected in one way or another, yes? High Reaches to Tillek, to Crom and Nabol, all in different ways. Who benefits from what? Why?" Shaking her head, she's quiet a moment before, "Any thoughts on the attack? It all seems off, yes?"

« Always, » Tacuseth sends back easily. « We see many places. Ya should come fly with us! » He's always welcoming company. As for Jo, she's content to share the blanket, settling in close so that Aishani doesn't have to reach far as she gives up a wide mouthed yawn. "Busy night," she agrees, shaking her head. "Haven' had dinner yet, but, that's normal. I always eat late. Might just take tomorrow off though, from everythin'. If they let me." Yeah right. She's quiet as the other speaks, brows furrowing slightly as she sends her a long look. "Pirates," she states the name with interest. "Ah yes, the topic of the moment from Weyr to Hold. Seems like such news spreads well even down to the dregs of Pern. Ya say 'off', how?" Nodding, "I've heard 'staged'," she notes a touch wry. "Which, could be possibly. Could be off, but who would do that? What's the reason? Where did these pirates even come from? They're my interest in all of this." They were her realm.

« Perhaps, when we are not busy here. » Not that Iesaryth minds, really - but it's not her duties that keep them so often bound to the Weyr, not out seeing things out there and further beyond. Wryly, "It doesn't happen often, but you should try to get a break in here and there. Doesn't hurt to give yourself a break, or him." Aishani lifts her chin Tacuseth's way - not that the blue looks any worse for the wear. Drinking again, she hands back the cider, glancing to Jo with fine brows arched. "Really? I can't say as I'm surprised. It doesn't sound like a common thing. And... staged, maybe. The timing, some other things... they're not quite right. And we don't know yet but..." A purse of her lips. "Z'ian might know more at some point. He said he had family on that ship. I'm not telling anyone else." She's telling Jo because, well. Reasons.

« Perhaps, » Tacuseth allows, the gentle winds in his mind trying to entice the queen to make that a reality soon. Jo looks towards the blue, having now set up next to the queen with his gaze facing out of the Weyr. "Since it's cold here again," she's saying on taking a break with a lopsided grin, "been thinkin' about that beach ya suggested before, again. He likes the heat more than I do. Plannin' on headin' that way yerself? Maybe with that man of yers?" Brow lifts at that. On those pirates, "Heard of pirates harassin' off towards the south end, but, up here..." there's a shrug, the frown prominent. "Yer right. Somethin's not quite right. Do we even know if they were pirates, not just someone pretendin' to be?" She looks to Aishani again, taking the cider and tipping it back against her mouth. Once she straightens up, "He did," she confirms on Z'ian and his family. "I'm not sure what the deal is, though. He might not know who those pirates were. Plus, he's gone already. Doesn' stick around long, like I wouldn'." Passing it back on the pause, "Want me to do some diggin'?" she asks now with interest. "See where they came from, who they are...who they work for...maybe even infiltrate in, sniff around..." All dangerous stuff, of course, especially the last should she get caught.

Iesaryth will try. There are so many things to do, places to go, whether she likes it or not, sigh. The duties of a gold and her rider. Aishani has a wrinkle of her nose for that beach, shaking her head. "You're welcome to it, you and Tacuseth and anyone else that you want to share it with. For us, not the best luck with that particular island." Though speaking of N'rov, she'll slide a glance Jo's way, tell her neutrally, "The eggs are on the sands at Fort." Which doesn't say much about how she feels about it, but when does she? Pirates are a better topic, easier. "That's my question as well, but... the questioning isn't complete and our requests to be involved were denied. Not that I don't the effort wasn't helpful. Or informative. They're building ships down there." A nod to the Hold, though she's surprised to hear Z'ian's family is cleared out already, noting, "Slipped the guards. I wouldn't stick around had I, either. Don't infiltrate, not yet, but see what you can find out. If anyone was hired, there's got to be whispers of it in some of the places you frequent." No judgment, not from her.

There's an arch to Jo's brow for Aishani when Fort's eggs are mentioned, silent for a moment, then, "I'll trade'ja one awkward moment for another. Ya tell me how're ya takin' all that. Him, bein' clutchdaddy, and that her and those eggs. I'll tell ya somethin' equally recent, and personal," and awkward, presumably for her. "Maybe talkin, it'll make it less so." On those pirates, "They denied us? Who, that new Lord Holder I've been hearin' about. The one that was here?" She shakes her head a bit before continuing on with, "But Z'ian's...in his boots, I'd have slipped free and out, too. Can ya blame the guy?" There's an amused snort to that, but she nods on not infiltrating yet, answering to that, "I'll check it out. See what's what. Someone's bound to spill in the face of my...feminine charms?" Right. She's lifting up and holding a fist to those 'charms' she speaks of.

Dryly, "Talking never makes anything less awkward. Time does, but..." Aishani can only shrug, finally taking the cider back to look down into the steam. "Better than I was, but I never really take it all that well. This is something of a longer-term situation, though. And Iesaryth gets... touchy. It'll pass, though." Whether she means for the gold or for her, it's hard to say, especially when she won't quite look at Jo. "It's just something we don't have yet. That's not something I can control, and that's not something I want to accept." Draining the thermos, she busies herself with capping it, nodding. "Devaki said they could handle the questioning, that we'd be made aware of the results. And frankly, no - I don't blame the guy, but if he knew something useful..." A little grimace. Then a laugh for the fist, and she points out, "You have many charms. And skills. I trust your judgment. I think we just need to figure out... why someone would benefit from the attack. And go from there."

A touch of cold, sensory less aether, a shiver of what was once blustering winds. Stuck down in the hold, trouble looms. His might have gotten caught. Whoopsie. Why tell Iesaryth? Familial attachment! (To Iesaryth from Athimeroth)

Laughing and seeming to acknowledge the first with a nod, "Depends on the person yer talkin' to," Jo counters easily. She falls silent to listen to the rest, keeping her gaze more on Aishani than the view now and not missing a single movement on her face or expression. "Longer term," she echoes that one. "Control, I can understand," she states towards the end of it soberly. "Makes things easier when we can. But, once the eggs hatch...he's loyal to Fort?" But it's her turn, right? A deal's a deal, so... now she looks to the view, letting some silence between them linger before she states, "He said he's in love with me." She doesn't need to know who the 'he' is. "And I've said it back," she admits after a pause. "Shit, I haven' been in somethin' like this since..." Well. Lips press together before she continues on, nodding over what Devaki says and says idly in between, "Never met the guy. Just heard all the rumors." After that, "Didn' seem like he knew anything," she says of Z'ian's, "but it could be possible. Who knows where he's gotten to now, though. I suspect he's one of those that can only be found when he wants to be." There's a little smirk for that. The last gets her gaze again, the laughter evident in her tone. "Ahh, I do have many. Sometimes the fist is the most effective. But yes, I think it's best to suspect everyone. Maybe this Devaki fellow, too, though he seems too obvious to me."

To High Reaches dragons, Jhorinth is the strident clang of forge and frustrated vent of bellows, overheard by too many: « I told you this was a bad idea! » Anyone's guess on who he's talking to.

There's always the faintest trickle of water and whisper of waves in the background; Iesaryth likes to keep watch on hers. That's why her senses focus on Athimeroth immediately, curious and concerned. Hold. Caught? This implies something his has done is wrong, and his must try to avoid admitting that. Then... oh dear. (To Athimeroth from Iesaryth)

To High Reaches dragons, Olveraeth is there, abruptly, and there are no stars in the heavens tonight: « You are shutting your mouth, right now. » That's an order. He'll get mom to enforce it if he needs to, too.

« Please. » Iesaryth is polite, yes - but her request has an urgency that backs up that order, the waves washing high on the beach. Listen to Olveraeth. (To High Reaches dragons from Iesaryth)

A hint of real worry threads through the whipping winds, turning the banner flags black when a single echo of 'encouragement' bubbles up until that worry pitches into... trouble. « We have information, but we do not want the Lord to know. Mine has been caught... » Here comes flashes of Quinlys and Leova. Even better, right?! (To Iesaryth from Athimeroth)

A storm of winds brings forth super-chilled aether from the darkness above Pern's blue-cast skies. « Bad idea... but yield so much. » A recalcitrant whisper, counter to Olveraeth's command for the moment anarchy breaches common sense. Until Athimeroth is shut down. (To High Reaches dragons from Athimeroth)

To Iesaryth and Vrianth, Olveraeth's explanation is quietly concise, starkly serious but urging no panic, not yet. Yes, a summons from High Reaches Hold's watchdragon, and yes, two weyrlings caught infiltrating the Hold. But the situation is under control, and the two will be put at Iesaryth's disposal, once all is settled. « We will do what we can. » He promises it.

There's a vision of the pair of them, the boys. Thin. Sharp. All glare and shadow as though cast by electric light. (To Olveraeth and Iesaryth from Vrianth)

Aishani's expression doesn't shift or change much in the telling, but for the minute sense of frustration in the fine furrow of brows. "I tried," she's not afraid to say. "And it didn't work. And I wonder if it's something where you try too hard or want it too much... everything goes the opposite way." A little bemused, "It's his Weyr. But that doesn't mean they won't come when it's time for Iesaryth. It's just... it's hardly simple, and it's better when they are." As simple as they can be with the way things are between their Weyrs, with the distance. She's in no hurry to hear Jo's answer, letting the silence linger before she notes, "Since you were betrayed, I'd imagine. I wouldn't worry about that as much. Doesn't seem the type, though it's hard to trust anyone." She's about to say more before there's a quiet rumble from the gold and dark eyes go wide, slowly. Cursing, she shakes her head. "Two of the weyrling bronzeriders, poking around at the Hold. Just what we need."

Displeased, Iesaryth is darkened skies and high tide. « One of them told me. » She trusts Olveraeth and Vrianth both to handle it, though it would be best if they were not to admit to their error in full. If they've done that, then, well. Neither Iesaryth nor Shani know what to do with them, but they will certainly handle it. « Please let us know if you need us. » To poke them. Sharply. (To Olveraeth and Vrianth from Iesaryth)

« Information is helpful. But getting caught... and going without knowledge... » Iesaryth is displeased, all darkened skies over grey waves, but she isn't going anywhere. He should do as Olveraeth and Vrianth say. Once he and Jhorinth are home, then they will discuss matters. (To Athimeroth from Iesaryth)

To Iesaryth and Vrianth, Olveraeth's own darkened skies, albeit ones far higher and more empty than Iesaryth's, linger. « Understood, » he says. « We will keep them from saying anything else, if we can. And bring them home. » As much as his rider would like to dump them both Between, right now-- riders.

Under tight control, Athimeroth lashes against authority (not Iesaryth's at the moment) but that's all it is is wiggling like a worm on a hook. His understands oh-so-well. His ensures that Athimeroth will fall in line. (To Iesaryth from Athimeroth)

"Just wasn' the time," Jo seems to relate on trying to hard and too much, shaking her head. "Doesn' mean that it's not in the cards, darlin'. Or maybe there's another way ya haven' come across yet." Once she airs her own though, "He doesn', does he," she says on Z'ian, dark gaze going to the view. "Seem the type, I mean. It is hard. He's a good man, and I'm not exactly..." good. "Yet, still. He-" the rumble coming from Iesaryth draws her attention, cuts off her train of thought as she darts a look towards their dragons. Perhaps her own says something for she's sending a bemused look Aishani's way. When there's explanation, "Direct approach? I suppose it's not goin' well?" she muses as she settles back. She darts a glance her way though before adding, "Ya need to go do damage control, darlin'? Or is someone there handlin' it?"

Sharp assent from Vrianth, and yet, « The man must see them being seen to. To a degree. » Her focus switches to the blue dragon, though the queen may still tune in if she chooses. « Olveraeth. They should fly home with you. They do not deserve to fly as riders do. » (To Olveraeth and Iesaryth from Vrianth)

Iesaryth is quick to agree with both Olveraeth and Vrianth; again, her confidence and her riders is with them and theirs. The scent of the ocean, the sound of the waves is never far off, but she merely listens, waits to see if anything more goes wrong. (To Olveraeth and Vrianth from Iesaryth)

To Iesaryth and Vrianth, Olveraeth's confirmation comes without words; yes, and yes again. And then: « The man says we may not travel freely to the Hold, for now. All but Glacier, and those with family and on sweeps. » Oh good. « Until 'reparations' are made. »

Setting the thermos aside finally, Aishani pulls up her knees under blankets and furs, enough to fold her arms atop them and set her chin atop them a bit glumly. It's in those moments that she looks her age; awfully young for all her experience and her burdens, awfully young, really, to worry about her dragon's flights when there's only been one so far. "Maybe. I just... think about it more often now. And... I know that feeling. Not being a good person. But if someone accepts you as you are, perhaps that's not something to argue with." There's a wry, rueful grin for Jo that might speak to how easy that is, then; "No. Not a direct approach. They took it upon themselves, and no - it's not going well. Someone's handling it, but I'll have to eventually. This is... not what we needed. Not at all. Weyrlings. What were they thinking? And they got caught?" The first rule, broken. Idiots.

Can they hear Aishani's mental sigh from here? Iesaryth might not be able to contain it. « Fabulous. » That's all in her rider's voice, but: « We will go to handle said 'reparations' soon, but we will abide by their requests for now, yes. » The queen is even less happy with the situation on multiple levels. But particularly on the getting caught level. That's really disappointing to her. (To Olveraeth and Vrianth from Iesaryth)

Not pleased on any level with either bronze right now, Iesaryth is particularly disappointed in her issue on the getting caught level: Did she hatch stupid dragons? No. Are they acting particularly bright today? That's up to them to figure out. « We will discuss this later. » We means riders too. Won't that be fun? Surely Aishani's gonna be thrilled. (To Jhorinth and Athimeroth from Iesaryth)

To Athimeroth and Iesaryth, Jhorinth is past anger to something -- beyond, something darker, something that seethes under the surface and clangs frostfire fury when prodded. For once, he doesn't back down to his dam, saltquench bitter and hot iron: « They learned something. » From his terse tones, he doesn't seem to be implying a valuable lesson on weyr-hold relations, either.

Jo does watch the Weyrwoman, looking more her age now than she usually does. The smile that comes is genuine - not the usually cocky one that regales most everyone else around her. "Hey," she nudges Aishani gently, perking up her face just for a moment. It sends what she doesn't say: everything's going to be golden. You and me, too. "Hard to explain to him," she goes on now, speaking on being good. "He does. I respect that. Respect him. Strongly opinionated, too," and she looks significantly towards her, indicating any lay of the current Weyr's politics. Hearing the last on the weyrlings, there's open laughter and a shake of her head as she pulls out her flask and gets it to her lips. "Spreadin' their wings in more ways than one, looks like," she remarks to it all, lips quirking at her own words. "Hope it doesn' cause anymore damage between Hold and Weyr, or is this Devaki a friend of ours? No?"

In contrast, Athimeroth is not pleased as well, though not quite in the same way as Jhorinth. As the aether -- chilly and sharp and cutting -- creeps into the hot winds that race through the upper atmosphere, the winds still whip the banner flags of black. Far below, in blurred greens and browns that represent a world of promise, armies clash and clang. The far-off view allows on the bird's eye look at the maneuver of armies. « Yes. » Mutiny, anarchy, struggling against bonds; these are all leashed by an unyielding presence that can only mean his rider is making sure his dragon doesn't further agitate the issue. (To Jhorinth and Iesaryth from Athimeroth)

Still calm despite darkness and high tides, Iesaryth knows they know something; it might be important, yes. Was it worth it? For them, for the Weyr, for the greater good? That will be the problem. « Just consider that. » For all she's disappointed, she's still fascinated by their reactions, the contrasts between them - and all she really wants is them to think. Though she never quite leaves them, she withdraws to her customary ocean whisper, perhaps to leave them to do that. (To Jhorinth and Athimeroth from Iesaryth)

It's not in Aishani's nature to be an optimist, but she tries for Jo's sake - because the bluerider isn't really either, and she's trying. With a faint smile of her own, "It's hard to explain things. And difficult to talk about your life without it feeling like... it's just something you're doing to make him feel bad for you, like it's a con. And feeling bad doesn't mean it's... pity." Because that would never do. With a quirk of lips, "Z'ian and I talked. I think we're all right. I wish what he thought didn't bother me so much, but..." There's a little shrug, a frown - one that deepens despite the laugh. "Mm. Seems so, and it unfortunately has caused some issues. Olveraeth has said something about reparations. I felt I was making inroads... but if you were him, would you believe me if I said I didn't send them?" Beat. "Well, I'd hope he'd give me enough credit, but still..."

The smile's enough for Jo - it's true that she isn't much an optimist, but if it could bring s smile to a friend's face, then the bluerider seems up to being so. "Exactly," she says on the first. "I don want pity, or, need to be protected. Done pretty good on my own. But it's not bad, not with him. Good, that ya talked. He seems far less inclined with Taikrin, but at least there's some progress. I think I get ya on the bother part, though. Part of me wishes it didn' bother me so much what he thinks, either, especially about me. Or other people. But it does. It would bother me if he ever had reason to think poorly of me." She's quiet for a moment before she moves on, the faint smirk evident still as she answers on the weyrlings. "It does look bad, a couple of the Weyr's own weyrlings pokin' around," she does have to at least, and reluctantly, admit that with a frown. "I'd like to think that a couple of full riders from the Weyr would have been worse. This new Lord, though," and she's regarding Aishani steadily now, "is he really a murderer like tey say? I hear he's one of the exiled, and has a questionable background. Maybe that means he's not like the rest of the Lords?" Stuffy and traditional.

Quietly, nearly below the wind, "I don't need to be protected, but it's nice to feel safe. It... I haven't had a lot of that." Shani blinks a couple of times before she can glance over Jo's way again, with a faint smirk. "At least you have a reason to care. But... yes, it was good things went all right." As for the weyrlings, the whole issue - that darkens her expression, and she grimaces. "I think any sort of interference would look equally bad now. We'd agreed that they'd tell us the results of questioning, but... who knows now." Arching brows toward the bluerider, "I think you'd know better than I would. He was one of the people brought back with Iolene and Riorde, that lot. And people say he killed a woman in K'del's weyr, or had someone do it. It's... difficult to tell. I don't think we're so different, he and I." A pause. "So that definitely makes him potentially dangerous."

"N'rov has a protective streak in him?" Jo prompts with interest, lips quirked at her. "I think it's natural for them. Could also be a bronzerider thing, the way they are. For all their bluster..." Here they are, still with them, right? The matter on the weyrlings does seem to leave the convict rider contemplative, not speaking again right away as she mulls over all that's said - especially about the new High Reaches Lord. "Exile," she breathes out the word, looking towards the view. "Yes, I've been hearin' all about that from around. There must have been many of them brought back, from the looks of it. He's like us?" That's to Aishani saying that he and her and aren't so different. "He's ambitious? Overly so, maybe? As in, willin' to do whatever it takes to reach an aim? Hmmm. Yes, I would think he would be," which by the slight narrowed eyes, suggest the woman's more intrigued by this Lord than suspicious.

"I don't know, really. It's just... It's difficult to explain." The last is quick, as Aishani waves it off, with a bit of a flush on her cheeks. Embarrassed. As for 'exile'; "Are they still exiles if their long-dead relatives were? Am I a thief because my father was? I don't know." There's a faint frown in thought, fine brows brought together. "It seems he's like that. Again, it's hard to say. But Blood or no, it would require a certain amount of determination to get where he has, yes?" A pause. "There's quite a bit going on down there. I'd have asked you to take a look around, but now..." She just shakes her head, pulling her hat down more securely. "Maybe seeing what you can hear in the bars, around the territory is better."

Jo's grinning on the flush all the same, the quiet chuckle likely unheard as she studies the Weyrwoman. "One of these days I hope to be introduced to this man of yers," she announces with non-chalance, grinning. Some of that fades in light of the next though. "Answerin' that could go either way, darlin'," she answers, finally pushing away from her lazy lean and turning to settle the remaining length of blanket on Aishani's shoulders. On Devaki, "In his place? I would have determination in spades," she returns on that score with a pointed look while she rearranges things. "Probably best I stay away for now, though. I can check out the bars, maybe see if there's words out there on those pirates. I'll letcha know should I hear of somethin', or find somethin'." She nodding to the Weyrwoman as she looks prepared to depart, adding as she straightens her jacket, "Still checkin' in on those negotiations for yer family, too. Hopefully won' be for much longer, now."

"I'll have to go over for those eggs more than once, no doubt. Iesaryth will want to see them herself eventually, when she's forgotten to have her little issues. When I stop reminding her." There's a wry quirk of lips for that. At least Aishani can admit to being part of the problem. When Jo resettles the blanket, she actually slides it off, likewise getting ready to go as she rolls it up, explaining, "I ought to go check on things. And... I can't say as I blame him, no. I just don't like... not knowing certain things." Not knowing anything, really - but having the status of 'murderer' up in the air could make anyone twitchy. "I appreciate that, Jo - on all accounts. They're patient. They've waited this long." Flashing a quick smile, "Try to get some rest."

There's a bark of laughter for her and Iesaryth's relationship in regards to Fort's clutch, tossing over a shoulder, "Naughty girl." A suggestive chide, if anything, one that's completely her. Once straightened, Jo turns for Tacuseth when Aishani announces that she's heading out, adding casually, "Come by my Weyr sometime. Got somethin' up on a wall ya might like to see." It's an invitation not given lightly by her tone, and then she addresses the topic of the Reaches Holder with a wry, "I'd know. When folks're lookin' at ya sideways all the time, sometimes it gets hard bein' able to see friend from foe. Anytime though, darlin'. Get some rest, too? Ya know me. Rest a lot of times sound close to 'play' time." There's a crooked smile being thrown her way before she's heading over to mount up, her dragon on the ready to drop into the sky.