Logs:Helper (Not Monkey)
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| RL Date: 31 August, 2012 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov, Aishani, Iesaryth, Vhaeryth |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Aishani brings N'rov help in the form of Jyani. Hopefully she won't cause any incidents in her stay at Fort. |
| Where: Vhaeryth's Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Hattie/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. If you need to know what I mean by the title... Homer and Mojo the Helper Monkey. |
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| A day or two after Aishani had visited with Hattie and come to see N'rov afterward, with lunch from the caverns and word of plotting to 'take over Pern' (sardonically) with his Senior Weyrwoman, Iesaryth sends a bubbly bright wash of saltwater to splash against metal; they're on their way again! Hardly a surprise as Shani's been fussy over the bronzerider and his injury -- near as maternal as she might get, but not too much because that would be weird. But, when the sunny gold appears in the skies over Fort, her rider is not alone between her neckridges. There's another small dark figure in front of her, one that resolves into Jyani, once they've winged over to Vhaeryth's ledge to come in for a landing. Vhaeryth's been sunning, and while he greets Iesaryth gladly, he also notices, « You have luggage. » N'rov doesn't limp out of his weyr or anything, but in his absence the bronze does lean up to sit, the better to provide a suitably dramatic presentation for the arrivals. As saltwater flows down, that metal even corrodes and pits in its wake. « This is not the sort of visit he was expecting. » Vhaeryth does not object. His rider might, however, be sulky. « She is like luggage! She does not squirm or get upset. » Not like some passengers. If Vhaeryth can bother to be showy, Iesaryth can land prettily as well as neatly on the ledge. Jyani has a wave for the bronze, though not so enthusiastic that she'd be uncool about it, as if dragons care about that sort of thing. The girl is grinning, though, seeming excited, eating up the details of the ledge and Fort behind her with wide eyes. Shani's seen it all before, so she's quick to dismount and help her cousin down, though smirkily; Iesaryth notes, coincidentally, « She says one of us can take the girl somewhere else later. She will roll her eyes-- » The queen offers an image of a 'whatever'-y teenager. « But she wants to see everything. » Her rider, undoing her jacket, calls, "Are you fit for company?" Other than her? « Does she carry anything? Presents? » Luggage sometimes does that. At least, good luggage. « Look at her, those big eyes. If they get much bigger, they will fall out, especially if she does roll them as you say. 'Rolls are better eaten, but they always leave crumbs.' » The ledge itself is likely to be unimpressive, except for its shallowness, being neither dawn nor dusk. From within comes a masculine shout of, "No!" « He is joking, » Vhaeryth tells Iesaryth if not, directly, the humans. « Do not believe him. Also, he says that we should leave her on Tooth Crag, and that will keep her out of trouble, but what he means is away from the two of them. » Inside, it's more exciting: Vhaeryth's luxurious carpet, and then the wide doors of the sleeping shelf up high, reminiscent of a trader wagon's decorative sides but shaped by cutouts rather than color. N'rov's seated in a chair, wearing shorts that are wide-legged enough to fit over his cast, a clean if sloppily-worn shirt, and stubble. Despite her straps, Iesaryth will settle contentedly against Vhaeryth, telling him, « She is meant to be the present. But she may have some pastries in her bag. And she would not be very good help if her eyes rolled out. » It's something she'd usually imagine, but it's a little gross for that. Too seriously, « There is not much to do on Tooth Crag but watch dragons. » She does not think Jyani would be interested. Speaking of the girl, she darts in after Aishani, for all that it seems like she's there first somehow, with a bright, "Hi N'rov! Can I write something on your cast?" Be wary. Her cousin is, giving the younger girl a side-eye before leaving her to look around -- in favor of going to the bronzerider, sliding arms around his neck, and greeting him with a kiss. If Jyani's rolling her eyes or making faces, she really doesn't care. Vhaeryth may be readjusting to make Iesaryth's lean more comfortable (and so that one buckle of hers doesn't dig into his precious hide), but that doesn't stop him from regarding the girl with new interest. « Why, does she oil? » His rider may care about pastries, but Vhaeryth? « Once she is bored of rhat, she can take a nap, » Vhaeryth points out. His rider slits his eyes at Jyani as though she really were too bright and he were trying to take a nap. "Yes." Just ignore all the profanity already on there. And then he's not looking at her any longer, because he's kissing his girl right back, and murmuring something in her ear that may or may not have to do with casts at all. When they come up for air, "So, what are the pastries a bribe for?" Shifting a little bit to not lean quite so much with the buckles and all the heaviness, Iesaryth is pleased to answer, « She does. She is good at scrubbing too, though she does not like that as much. » But she'll do it! Helpful Jyani, who likely gets paid for that. Who is at least too interested in all the features of the weyr and the cool ladder to the bed to be obnoxious about the making out. Because that's really usually where it ends up, though Shani keeps her hands out of N'rov's shirt at least. Her only response to that murmur a wide grin and another brief kiss, she tells him, "For putting up with her for a few weeks, so someone can keep Vhaeryth in the style to which he's accustomed. And pick up your laundry." That's pointed. Jyani's not surprised about the pastries, now used to dragon-shorthand. « You must have trained her, » Vhaeryth assumes in complimentary fashion. Surely the girl couldn't have leaped fully-formed from a wagon knowing such things. His rider keeps his hands out of her rider's shirt too, though that doesn't say all that much. "I won't say I don't like the sound of the laundry," N'rov does say, and although he leaves Vhaeryth out of it, Iesaryth may feel that the bronze doesn't mind the prospect of being catered to either, "A few weeks? Does that mean you'd drop her off every morning," so he'd 'have to' see Shani every morning? He grins at her, not at the girl. Modestly, mostly, « I helped. » Iesaryth must allow some credit to her rider, but given the gold trained her, maybe it is all to her credit after all. Aishani stays out of N'rov's lap for now, but as she's straightened, her arms stay loosely looped around his neck. Jyani, now paying more attention to the two of them, does roll her eyes at her cousin before trudging over, only the prospect of writing something insulting drawing her over to the bronzerider and his cast. Producing both a paper bag and a pencil, the girl says airily, "She's too busy to come here twice a day for you." Though there is a familiar brightness to dark eyes as the bag is handed over. After a narrowed look toward the girl, Shani just shakes her head down at him, a wordless 'what can you do'. "I don't know how much sense that makes, as much as I'd like to. But I doubt I'll come by any less. I just can't really do much for you in a few hours, especially when--" A glance to Jyani. "Well. I can't do much in the time we have." Not otherwise occupied. Undoubtedly it is. Once N'rov has taken the bag, he stretches out his leg, informing the girl, "You might want to bring a chair closer so I can put my foot up. You're related to Shani, I don't expect you to want to kneel." He smirks. Some of the sketches on his cast are profane too, so really, what further harm might a bronzerider think that a barely-teen girl can do? For Shani, "If you came by less, I'd kick her out. But I'll grant that you have your priorities. Where will she stay? And what's in it for her? I thought you were the one who was supposed to have the guard instead of me." Jyani sighs before going to drag another chair over -- drag loudly, rather than lift, because that would take too much effort. And she probably can't do much really, but she'd like to think she can. With her cousin so occupied, Shani looses a hand to run fingers through N'rov's hair lightly, with a shrug, a glance around. "Now would be the time a couch would be nice. But there ought to be room somewhere, yes? And it's a favor for me... and you know how she's nosy." Ms. Nosy, with the chair, doesn't dignify that with a response. Momentarily more serious, the goldrider admits, "I worry. I don't want you hurting yourself worse trying to do things on your own." If it weren't through that hand through his short curls, N'rov might grimace at the sound of the scraping more than he does. "So you're saying, keep some stuff around so she has something to find," yes, he knows the girl's right there, even propping up his foot so she can draw or sign or what have you, "but hide the blackmail material. I don't mind a couch, I just can't bring it up here." Worrying about him, admitting she's worrying about him, gets Aishani a long kiss. But, with another smirk, "You'll have to find my pajamas. What else is new with you?" "I'll find that too." Jyani says confidently -- or so she thinks. "She's saying that I want to go look around another Weyr. It might not be much different, but I'm curious." Not nosy, says her pointed tone, as she turns to see what's already on the cast. She might not have a lot of options, but it allows her to ignore more kissing, even if she makes a quietly disgusted sound. Right there. Aishani, after returning that kiss, smirks as well -- but stays close to N'rov. "I have to find you all of that? Never mind, then." But she's grinning wider, considering the question. "I had an interesting conversation about having guards, actually. The other day. Which is good, as I'd rather be in control of it than have someone decide what I ought to do or have." N'rov looks away just long enough to eye Jyani before he addresses Aishani. "Have you warned Hattie? I'm not sure just how I'm going to explain this, especially if she gets into what I think she might." At least the cast doesn't go all the way past his heel; his toes are bare. There's got to be room to write somewhere, or maybe she can transform part of what's already there into something else. "Like the guards you and Azaylia had before, after Iolene?" With Jyani scribbling away somewhere, Aishani can afford to look contrite. "I didn't think to warn Hattie, but she's promised to not get into anything she's not supposed to, which is to say anything I'm not supposed to." There's even a stern look for the girl, though she's barely paying attention. "And nothing like that, is the point. I don't want people outside my door, but some procedures and doing a few things, like making sure we're both not in the same place out of the Weyr? That might help." A pause. "Alida, when we were talking about the renegades... she thought that the queens' influence might be diluted due to a distance of time." She arches fine brows questioningly. N'rov points to his face with both hands, as to say, that expression? That expression is doubtful. "We'll see about that. I suppose I can scrounge up some food for her, too," if only so he doesn't have to share the promised but as yet unopened bag of pastries. "Not being at the same place seems like a good idea, anyway, and I'm sure you two can deal out the Gathers. Time, huh? That could explain a few things, though I'd give a lot to know whether they went forward or back." Shani has a disappointed expression for his doubtful, sighing sadly. "So little trust in my influence. What happens if Hattie even notices you're here, Jyani?" She turns back to look at her cousin, who says with bored rote repetition, "I don't get to so much as stay overnight at any Weyr again." Jyani doesn't even look up from writing, so she's obviously heard that more than once. Comforting! The goldrider looks back down to N'rov, fingers still playing through her curls, thinking out loud, "It might be possible to find out if one of the dragons were around, and there were one here close to them, maybe. Iesaryth knew things she shouldn't have, when she was young. I think she just... took them before she knew better." Yet another reason for N'rov to smirk, not that he was running out of them before. "I also noticed you said her name last, and she still had been paying attention." N'rov eyes Jyani's dark head before looking to Aishani. "It might." And then, "I think they tried to talk to them, from what I've heard. Though you may be able to find out more, you and your weyrwomanly ways." He's got a grin for her, but his words are coming more slowly, and when he attempts to stretch out the leg with its cast, he goes a bit pale. Jyani's apparently done with her masterpiece, but that doesn't mean she's going to get to relax; Aishani saw that glance of N'rov's and smirks for it, telling her cousin, "Hey. Go make yourself useful. Find the storerooms, find a couch, and tell Iesaryth when you do." She's likewise caught the way he's gone pale, fingertips brushing his unshaven cheek. As the girl gives an exaggerated wave to head out to the ledge and the gold, who's rousing herself with her usual enthusiasm, Shani murmurs, "You need to lie down." "With you," N'rov points out, as soon as Jyani's gone. Perhaps he should ask first about what the girl's going to do, oversee it or something, but sometimes it's best to not ask too many questions. He settles for closing his eyes, leaning slightly against whatever of her is closest. "I hate this." His foot shifts, cast against the seat of that second chair. "With me. She'll wake me when it's time. I'll take care of everything." That's all soothing and quiet, and Shani lets him lean, holds him tighter, against her. Bending down for a kiss, "I know." She could say it won't be long, or it'll be better soon, but she doesn't bother with any of that, just keeps him against her for a silent few moments before, "It's not far to the rug." Vhaeryth's rumble precedes N'rov's, "She's more help than some dragons I could name." Then, opening his eyes gradually, "I could make it to the rug." He can even make a grin for her and, once he's on his feet, hop over there with just one crutch because of course that shows how much he's healed. If he has to pay the price later, so be it. He doesn't thank her for Jyani, but he does say, "I'm glad you came." There's a laugh, then immediately, "N'rov! Don't--" But he's gone ahead and hopped over there anyway to prove he doesn't need her help, yes, and Shani's expression says she's figured that out as she follows after. Trying to leave it at merely radiating displeasure -- didn't she say she was worried?! -- she'll still curl up next to him, repeat softly, the smile in her voice, "I know." She leans in to kiss his cheek lingeringly, before, "Get some rest. I don't like you broken." "I don't like it either." But N'rov can put his arm around his girl; that's not broken at all.
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