Logs:Busy Bodies
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| RL Date: 29 June, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Tayte, Yvalia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Jo runs into Tayte and Yvalia. Yvalia agrees to teach Jo how to play dolls. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: It is a rare day of cloudless sunshine, though the temperatures are markedly colder. |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions, Dilan/Mentions, Devaki/Mentions, Jothan/Mentions |
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| Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr Within the labyrinth of interconnected chambers that make up the inner caverns, this large, long cavern serves both as a crossroads and a comfortable place for weyrfolk to sit, talk, and keep a nosy eye out for who's going where. Colorful, seasonal tapestries add warmth to the smooth walls and reduce echoes, while large niches house clusters of chairs, and a waist-high stone shelf along one wall provides a perch for drinks or work for residents on the go. Worn brass hooks often hold jackets or other outerwear with workboots stationed beneath, the transitory nature of the cavern lending itself to being treated as a sort of communal foyer where snowy or muddy gear can be kept outside of living quarters. Smaller, higher niches at regular intervals hold glowbaskets kept fresh during the daytime and allowed to dim somewhat at night. The largest tunnels lead to the main living cavern, to the bowl and to the Weyr entrance, but it's still easy for the uninitiated to get lost within this maze.
It's not often one would find Jo down here in the inner caverns on any given evening, but the black leathered bluerider can be seen conversing with a burly-looking young man with a misshapen nose, a bronze firelizard watching the proceedings on her shoulder. The two converse in earnest before he nods and the rider gives him one of her signature grins and a nod in return. She turns to leave just in time to catch a distressed Tayte, nearly knocking her down in her haste that she has to put out hands to steady them both. "Whoa there!" she calls out, the little bronze giving a squeak at the disturbance and taking to the air above them. She looks closely at the face before she states, "Tayte?" The young man still lingers despite their meeting being at an end to watch. It's good that Jo has a steadying hand, in Tayte's distraction she didn't see the possibility of impact and maternal instinct had her grip shifting with one hand and other wrapping protectively around Yvalia, the toddler shifted more toward center in that moment to guard against any crush-by-Mom fall scenario. But because the bluerider is quick, the protection becomes unnecessary and Yvalia is shifted. "Jo, hi," The 'hi' is actually fairly bright, a word said with relief, as though a distraction was just what she needed right now. She missed the entire episode with the burly young man. It's been sevens since their lunch, so presumably things have just been very busy. Or has Tayte lost her taste for courting the likes of Jo? "How are you?" It might seem strange that the woman's focus shifts so entirely to the rider, but the reasoning becomes clear as by the 'you', Yvalia's twisting around to peer at this new person, cheeks tear-streaked and eyes as pretty as her mum's. The resemblance is unmistakable. Finding the young man still standing there once Tayte greets, Jo turns to give him a pointed look and a deadpan, "What, waitin' for a lapdance or somethin'?" Which prompts him to leave. Once they're alone, the bluerider turns to fully regard both mother and child steadily before she answers, a touch wry, "Not too bad. Keepin' my head down. What about ya? Is this Yvalia?" she turns to study the girl now, a brow lifting at her. She remembered the girl's name given, stepping to the side of them as a laundresswoman shuffles by with a tall stack of linen. "Momma," Yvalia's sweet soprano pipes curiously as Tayte makes a little bit of a face behind Jo's back at the brunette's choice of words. Then it comes as a little fist rubs across her eyes, "What a lapdance?" Blessing and curse, Jo has provided a distraction from one unpleasant topic, but has also furnished the toddler with another hard-to-answer question. "It's--" She hesitates, "A special kind of dance." Which is of course followed by a demanding, "Show me," from Vali. "Not right now, darling," So at least she can say that much. "Right now, I want you to meet Jo." Now that the bluerider's attention is back. "Jo, this is my daughter Yvalia. Vali, this is Jo." Blue eyes blink up at the brunette, "Say hi," Tayte encourages. With a brief glance back to her mother, Vali offers up, "Hi Doe," That 'J' sound is troublesome. "Show me lapdance?" Jo really doesn't have much experience with kids, and it shows. Too late, she turns in time to hear Yvalia's question, and she darts a quick sheepish look towards Tayte. "They have ears sharper than a firelizard's, don' they?" she remarks rhetorically to the question Tayte answers, lips quirking a bit until she's being introduced. "Hey, kid," she gives Yvalia genialy, giving the little girl an easy enough smile....that falters at the last and she shoots Tayte a look. "Ahhh," it's awkward, looking from one to the other before she states with awkwardness, "I can' even say anythin' to that." To the blonde, "She picks things up quickly, ehh?" Like Jo would know. It's evident that she doesn't even know how to recover the situation from a little girl. "The sharpest," Tayte agrees with a wry smile. "You learn quick that anything you say is fair game." Yvalia's head swivels between the two women, because, of course, she hasn't gotten an answer yet. The more experienced blonde plays hero now for Jo, stepping in with a smooth, "Jo's busy right now, sweetheart. But maybe someday she'll come by and play dolls with us," A single arch of her brow challenges Jo to say no to the double-trouble of two blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls looking expectantly at her. "So ya keep her away from the majority of the Weyr, then?" Jo quips on that, still regarding the little girl as Yvalia does her. She remains silent then when mother interacts with daughter, only blinking once when both turn to her and expect and answer. Brows lift at them both, but it's to Tayte that she echoes, "Playin' dolls? Is that somethin' ya learn?" As in, the woman's own childhood did not involve playing with dolls. She looks almost positively dubious. "Oh, yes. I lock her away for hours and hours everyday." Tayte responds, sarcasm sweetly ringing in her tone. "Truly, Ista had it easy. She couldn't talk for part of it, and understood less." All this talking about her and not to her has Yvalia's face settling into an adorable expression of annoyance. "Dolls." She prompts pointedly, looking between Mom and prospective playmate. "You never played dolls?" Tayes asks, a little roll of her eyes for Vali's demanding interjection. "Well, Vali, it looks like you're going to have to teach Jo if you want her to play with you," The littlest blonde looks up at Jo, her lips pursed and expression oh-so-serious. "I donnoooo." She draws out slowly, blue gaze apparently measuring her worthiness. Laughing at the sarcasm, "That poor child," is all Jo says to that, amused. "And no, I've never played dolls before. It's not somethin' that prospective female guards were given allowance to do, accordin' to Jothan. I spent my childhood learnin' how not to be a disobedient brat." But then, both brows lift when Tayte speaks to her child on teaching the convict rider how to play dolls, looking from one to the other almost awkwardly. Even to Yvalia for his response to that, "Playin' with dolls is what, sittin' around and brushin' their hair?" At least she's seen a doll. "Noooo." Yvalia declares in answer to Jo's supposition. Her face scrunches together which folds all her little freckles, lips momentarily pursed, as if someone had just handed her a most challenging and woeful task. "Playin' dolls is when you make'm be people. Momma's always tell stories. Mine ride dragons." She beams at this, then looking up to Tayte with a comedic sigh. "Ok. I'll learn her." It prompts an automatic correction from Tayte, "Teach her. You'll teach her." Her eyes look to Jo, "And I'll make it worth her effort." Ever-curious, "Whatcha mean, Momma?" The mother reaches to smooth her daughter's hair. "I'll tell her a very special story. But it'll have to be another time because we've got to get some dinner in you." She pokes Vali's stomach with a wiggling finger, prompting a giggle. She shifts the toddler to her outside hip, leaning in with the other, conveniently providing passage to one of the other arm-full caverns workers, murmuring, "But you will come play sometime, won't you?" The word play is unmistakable as having multiple connotations. Jo is openly dubious now - as if seeing the interaction between mother and child, or maybe it's just children being in her presence at all, being as an experience. "The things I've missed out of," she says on the explanation, sending Yvalia a genial smile before Tayte corrects her daughter and says the next on making it worth her while. There's low laughter to questions answered, the bluerider staying curious and silent and only looking in suggestive askance towards the vintner on her own suggestive remarks. Or rather, she's seeming to be taking them as suggestive, even if they're not. To that last, there's the brief lift and fall of her brows before she gives an acknowledging nod and answers with, "Sure, darlin'. Why not? I'll try anythin' at least once." She tosses Yvalia a wink then before she adds, "Nice meetin' ya, kid. I'll catcha around." That being to then both as she starts to step away. While Jo's busy tossing her wink and giving her farewell, Tayte leans, just a little closer to press a quick kiss to Jo's cheek. If the bluerider had any doubts, that the blonde still has interest to see her, despite how busy things have been. Vali simply waves at her soon-to-be-new-playmate over Tayte's shoulder as the pair heads for the living cavern. |
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