Logs:Fly By
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| RL Date: 25 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Leova |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Vrianth entices Tacuseth to her ledge, leaving Jo to drop in on Leova and catch up with her since the hatching feast. |
| Where: Leova's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Anvori/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Rain clatters down, bouncing off the trees whose leaves have just begun to bud, runneling down the stone tracks that fan out from the ledge: good thing the ledges are staggered, because even as is, their lower neighbor's getting a waterfall. The curtain's tied open, its edges flapping in the breeze, and all in all the weyr's getting quite the airing out. Vrianth's curled up in her oversized couch as the early evening sweeps by them, consenting to having a rough spot on one of her talons filed... but that doesn't mean that, when she spots Tacuseth flying by, she doesn't reach out and hook. Over here. By the time Leova looks up from her work, it's too late. Rain stops no dragonrider with a full day of duties to attend to - both inside and outside the Weyr - so when Tacuseth is flying by, and it's hard to tell whether the pair was coming or going - Vrianth's hook is very successful. The nicked and scratched blue neatly circles around, returning to the very ledge that's become familiar to him in the last month or so, and backwings to land. « Lookin' for some time, babe? » the blue is easy to send the brassy call, sounding much like his rider as she looks around upon whose ledge they've landed on. There's choked laughter before Jo is dismounting, ripping the helmet from her head once her boots land. She can see Leova by her green, and the woman's gaze is met as she slides those eye goggles up. « You know it. » It's slangy, for her, as though that blue might have rubbed off a tad. Not only that, Vrianth indulges Tacuseth with a shower of mental sparks to announce his presence: look who's coming to her ledge! Or, maybe it's just to torment the neighbors. Leova groans, and then has to duck for Vrianth's stretching out to nose him before reclining back again. Once resettled, "Jo. Don't suppose you got some food?" The greenrider gives her a one-cornered smile by way of trade, the rasp of the file returning beneath her last words, hands moving efficiently enough. Where the scars show, they're a paler pink now, no longer so angry. « I got ya, » Tacuseth is there, the mental image of a comforting gust of sand-blown wind, warmed by the sun. He drinks in Vrianth's mental sparks, letting to layer with his windy own along with a quick shower of images of places they've seen recently that were of interest to him. He was one that entertains, after all! Meanwhile, "A flask," is Jo's answer on food, heading inside as if her wingrider had welcomed her in. Dark eyes immediately take the whole of the greenrider in, especially the hand. Then meeting her gaze, "Guess I'm makin' a social call," she drawls, jerking a chin back towards their dragons. "Not that I don' mind. I don' mind checkin' ya out." It's exactly how it sounds, too, and the convict rider approaches her where she is to at least check out her hands now. "How ya been, Leova?" There's no room in that couch, with Vrianth sprawled out and her rushes nicely dry, but there's certainly the rest of the weyr if Tacuseth wants to get dry while she nibbles up those images. Because the humans, if they know what's good for them, will move. Leova merely files away, pausing to blow away some dust and then check the smoothness with the pad of her thumb, but her grin at Jo's approach is as much a welcome as her earlier question had been. The flask gets a literal thumbs down, at least today, but that checking out, Leova's quite agreeably skipped that altogether. "Good on you. Soggy, is what I've been. We had to go down and land during sweeps earlier, mud was so deep, went over the top of my boot and into my socks." She toes off a slipper long enough to wiggles her toes at Jo, and these must be a fresh pair of socks, for they're clean. "Vrianth, hold still. We're almost done." The blue dragon seems content enough to settle near Vrianth and out of the rain, even though he doesn't seem wholly disturbed by the weather. Like his rider, they seem to adapt well to any weather. Jo's face wrinkles a bit at the report while she regards both greenrider and her dragon. "It's turned out to be one of those days," she agrees, "though, I've kept to drier climates through part of he day. Looks like yer hand healed up well." She gestures with a hand towards what she could see of the hand in question, the observation as seamlessly attached to the first. "Bet in another seven or so, ya'll be right as this rain. Yer weyrmate must be relieved." She looks over her shoulder to check out the weyr, keenly taking in any details that jump out at her. It's the back of her hand, pretty much, which Leova leaves off the filing to wave in Jo's general direction before blowing away more dust. "Like to think so," she agrees twice over. "Anywhere good? Drier." And then, quite dryly in her own right, "You can nose around, if you want. Should I tell you not to touch?" With the inner curtains also drawn back and the glows lidded if they're there at all, the windows are particularly remarkable in the otherwise dim inner cavern. Currently unshuttered, they'd provide a grand view of the bowl, if it weren't for the falling water that's rippled even more than glass. "Good," Jo says on injuries healed, one corner of her mouth lifting. "Gotta have my favorite dragonhealer up and runnin' for those times my Tac gets too reckless, right?" The question of whereabouts get a breezy, "Dunno about good, just, drier. Parts of Telgar...." Leova's quip to her checking out her own place does have the bluerider flashing her a quick, harmless smile meant to disarm as she lifts up both hands and states, "Ya could, but I'll might end up touchin' the wrong things, anyway. Nice place, though," she does note a bit wryly. "Don' think I've ever been inside yer weyr before." Meeting her gaze then, "At least yer still talkin' to me," she adds genially. "Compared to some of the others in our wing. For me backin' the Weyrwoman." She seems to be just pointing out a fact, not seeming to feel any kind of way about it. "Figured you would," and Leova's good-humored about it after the initial easy nod for Telgar. The windowsills are wide, as it happens: there'd be plenty of room to sit, though again, maybe when the weather's better. "And I'm keeping a pack of needles sharp, just for him. They'd have his name on it, if it were shorter," she teases further. "As for the rest..." the timing's good to twist around so she can lean back against Vrianth, look out over to Jo. "Don't reckon as I want to stop talking to anyone. Or get in any fracas. Between you and me... that weyrmate of mine, he's making noises about getting a posting somewhere safe if much more goes down." Thumbs hooking into pant pockets, "He's gonna love that," Jo teases back on account of her dragon, looking over at the pair of them with a snort. "He seems to have taken more than a likin' to Vrianth, ya know." And the rest, well.... The bluerider meets Leova's gaze for a long moment, "Appreciate that," she says shortly, nodding once. "And, he's thinkin' of...leavin'?" There's a long pause as she studies Leova now, as she now asks, quietly, "Does this mean yer leavin' too?" "Not complaining," Leova says briefly. She doesn't look back at her currently-preoccupied dragon, doesn't have to. Or maybe doesn't want to chance disturbing it. "And... that would be the question, wouldn't it." Idly, she begins to slap the file from palm to palm, not in the way she normally fidgets: a form of exercise, maybe. "Don't sound like Tillek's too happy with the Weyr just now, but maybe they'd be all right with a watchrider as who's from thereabouts. Or better, anyhow. That could be temporary-like, easy enough," though her gaze does swing around to the weyr all over again, her mouth pulling to one side. "But you know my Vrianth. She's liked what we've been up to, lately. Sitting still all day, can you see her doing that?" Jo frowns a bit, abandoning any glances toward the dragons for Leova and her reveal. A brow arches upon hearing that maybe they'll become watchriders in Tillek, and drawls back, "Well. I'm curious to know what it is ya'll are expectin' to get worse around here. Ya think our own wing will go after Aishani?" By the look on her face, she'd be loathed to take on her own wing. To answer the last, she shakes her head slowly, "No, I don. She's as wily as my Tac, and he wouldn' like bein' cooped up on top of a Hold, unable to come and go as he wish." Or more her, rather. "Haven't talked to Taikrin or anything, mind," Leova underscores. "'And we could go out and fly hard when we're not on duty, like we did assisting the weyrlingmaster, but it's not the same." The file-slapping's slowed, though it hasn't stopped. "For 'go after.' It's... a strongminded bunch, but Vijays or no, past problems or no, can't see none of ours killing a dragon. Much less a queen. If that's what you're asking." "Ya should," Jo agrees on talking to Taikrin, arms now coming to fold across her chest. "Don' like the idea if ya in Tillek, mind, and it's not just cuz yer a wingmate. I need to catch up with her myself, actually." To that last though, there's a bit of a pause from her before she turns her eyes toward the view now and grunts. "Don' think they'll kill, though, with a hangin' in the past, I suppose anythin's possible now." It's almost deadpan, the way she says it. But then, she prompts quietly, looking sidelong Leova's way for she has to ask. "Ya were there? When it all happened?" "Don't want to unless we've made up our minds," Leova admits. "She's busy. Got things to do, a whole lot more'n just me, you know? Don't want to worry her." She's still looking at Jo, hasn't stopped for awhile now, even through the twin winces at hanging, at happening. "Nor have her take it personal, get pissed, toss me out." Vrianth's wings stretch, curving, even as the greenrider rolls her own shoulders. "What would you do? And... hangings, they're for people as who've done something that awful that can be proven." It's more than a little wry, more than a little weary, a lot sad. "But no, didn't watch that one. Was here, don't recollect how old Vrianth was exactly. But I didn't watch that." Jo can give an acknowledging nod on not worrying the acting Weyrleader, especially if things weren't set in stone. It's enough to have her moving on, though, talk of punishments having her drop a brief, "What would I do about what?" Pause. "How much did he steal to warrant a hangin'?" she asks now, openly curious. Whatever opinions she has on the matter, whatever she thinks - it's hard to discern from her at the moment. And then, on the last, "So....ya weren' involved in the...." Hanging. It's a question at best, a hand lifting and moving about in the space, replacing words with the gesture. That gesture, Leova looks plainly revolted at that. "I told you," is quick, on the heels of Vrianth's rumble. She has to retread, sit that much closer into her green. "Yes, he stole a lot. Yes, it was a lot more than a couple blankets here or there. Doing things to survive... people do things as maybe they shouldn't." She's settled some, eyes on Jo, her gaze well past speculative. "But greed's another thing. Hurting a place as who's taken you in." At the revolted expression, "Hey, it's cool," Jo says soothingly just as Tacuseth reaches out his head towards Vrianth, to smooth ruffled feathers, sort to speak. "It's cool, Leova." Her next words, though, that lends a heavy pause. Her brows furrow a bit, but no further questions come forth. Perhaps her expression's a little disturbed by what was said, not giving voice to conflicting thoughts. Nodding with her lips quirked, "Well, the past is the past for a reason. Don' remember seein' ya at the hatchin' party, so I figured, I wanted to get yer opinion." Quickly dropping her arms to her side, she cut her eyes towards her blue as she states, "Anyway, we need to go. The day doesn' stop because my blue wants to pay a visit. Even if the intention was mutual," and she briefly inclines her head to the greenrider. "I better leave ya to yer business." Leova admits, "It was busy, that party." 'Party.' "Anyhow. Glad you did drop in, hope you'll do it another time when we're home." Something of the timbre of her voice, or maybe it's the sense of Vrianth, suggests that that would have been true even without those reassurances. The helpful reassurances, that leave her with a half-smile. "Good flying." "We will," Jo returns on stopping by, especially more often as she backsteps towards Tacuseth. "Ya can count on it, darlin'. I'll even bring food next time." Since that was the first thing asked, and the bluerider hasn't forgotten it as she and her blue drop off the ledge.
CommentsComments on "Logs:Fly By"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 27 Mar 2013 19:57:25 GMT.
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Comments on "Logs:Fly By"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 27 Mar 2013 19:57:25 GMT.
I really enjoyed Vrianth slanging it up in the beginning there. And it's good to see what Leova's thinking, or at least how she might respond when asked about the situation. I'm impressed that Jo is so disarming as to have these sorts of discussions without any arguments. XD Now that's skill.
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