Logs:Common Flights
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| RL Date: 19 May, 2014 |
| Who: Jo, Leova |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Tacuseth's flown Vrianth, again. It gets easier for both Jo and Leova to deal with the aftermath of it. |
| Where: Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Anvori/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| In the guest weyr, again, this time for a sticky summer night. The cave itself is cool, the bluerider and her warmth welcome: sticky too, here and there, but welcome. The greenrider might have fallen asleep, or as close as makes no difference, dreaming of dragons gliding home. There's no broken glass this time, no abruptly called-in healer. No blood, except the thin crescents here and there upon her shoulders. The skin's barely broken. It won't scar. She arches her back, stretching, and slides a languid smile towards the woman with her. It's safe to say that Jo is content. In her turnday suit and giving no flip about modesty, she only shifts her hips when Leova stretches and stays close. Whatever fresh marks on her body seems to be welcomed, that self-satisfying smile curling one corner of her mouth when she finally opens her eyes and looks her way. Indeed, luckily there was no need for a healer. "Feelin' better, darlin'?" is her sleepy way of greeting, an arm coming up and around in preparation of draping over her shoulders. "So much." Leova, fervent if no longer fervid. She sighs out a yawn, and lolls her head sideways towards that arm of Jo's, the very beginnings of a lean. Her eyes might well have shut. Lazily, "That was a good one." So many reasons. Her voice stays idle, half-dreaming. "'Tween Tac and Idriloth, I'm hardly ever waking up with strangers these days... what's it now, four?" By the end, they're never entirely strangers to Vrianth. "Needed that one, huh?" Jo seems to find it vaguely amusing from her tone as she gives up her arm when Leova comes close. Indeed, it would seem that through the numerous flights that it's obvious that there's a familiarity in the way the bluerider tucks in against her, along with that brief nuzzle of her nose close to the side of her face. At something else said, "Is that normal?" she asks, glancing over at her. "For Vrianth to settle on the same ones like this? Or does she do it cuz it's somethin' ya prefer?" Not that she knows all that much about flights - other than participating in them thanks to Tacuseth. "You could tell?" Dry, except for right at the end where that nuzzle tickles. Leova's still smiling, just with a little less focus, in the wake of Jo's questions: not something they talk about much in the normal course of things, but this, it's different. And it's Vrianth. And right now... slowly, with allowances for a yawn here and there, "Anything but. But. Idriloth's an exception to her rule, that way since pretty near always, and was it ever awkward... Tac too, maybe, now." Leova shifts against the bluerider, even, to illustrate: "Less with the awkward, though." Still drifting, "Been long enough now, got some more than once, just not usual so close like that... What about him, and his chasing?" Laughing softly, the sound more likely heard as a rumble deep in her chest against where Leova's head lies, "Ya don' need to have Vrianth to get at me, y'know," is, likely Jo's expected tease of bravado as she pulls her by the arm around her shoulders. Predictable. "It's interestin', these dragons," she lazily adds now, her eyelids heavy as she lays back. "One minute they're predictable and the next..." A shrug could be felt more than seen. When Leova shifts against her, there's that lick of flame in her gaze and in the way she rolls her hips back in that subtle shift. Then she answers the last. "I think he does have his favorites," she admits, a touch wry as her head slowly moves to look towards the ledge. "It's hard to keep him from chasin' them, so I've given up there. Vrianth is one of the few he's gotta lock on and I think it's a little unusual for him." Leova rubs the back of her head against that chest, just because, and goes along with being pulled further onto her side and then further yet. "The more unpredictable for breaking pattern?" she suggests. "Won't ask you how many favorites, won't put you on the spot." Could be, not unlike Jo's shrug, that one-cornered smile's heard if not seen. "Or him. Would you want to? Stop him. If it weren't so hard." Snorting into laughter, "Ya mean Vrianth's the jealous type? Are you?" Jo seems to tease in the easy way of her manner. "Although, I'd imagine this sort'a thing's difficult with a weyrmate, eh? Unless they're used to the way of things." Leova's question has her in a brief pause before shrugging slightly and saying back, "Used to want to. Not so much now. He needs this, right? And, it's not like I'm complainin', considerin'," and she gestures with one hand in the greenrider's direction. "Can be sometimes inconvenient though, what with the shit of things we've gotta do. Isn' Azaylia's bound to go up soon?" Speaking of, her tone implies as she wears a slight frown. The bluerider's not the only one who laughs at the very idea. "Never that simple, my Vrianth. Watchful, won't argue with that." The laugh doesn't last, but at least the greenrider shades her eyes with her forearm more from that further question than the woman who asked it. "Would say Anvori's more practiced than used to it. Wondered once how it might've been, if Search dragons found him as well as his sister... Glad you're not complaining, though. 'Considerin'.' But what kind of shitload you got? Not like you're riding herd on goldriders anymore," that's a long time gone. "Though as you say, getting to be about that time. Might be, riding herd on her wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." "Is it ever?" Jo returns on dragons, in general. "I've heard of some greens bein' possessive regardless, though." She studies Leova when she shields her gaze from her with a slight brow furrow as she listens. "Practiced," she echoes the word used before softly snorting. "Guess that's one way of puttin' it, darlin'. I'm sure it ain' easy though. For him. I ain' the jealous type," she's easy to admit," but I know a lot of folks tend to be, especially when it comes to flights. Got no need to complain, me." She flashes her a toothy grin and grips her waist a little tighter. As for shitload, that's the time she falls silent, her gaze skittering away towards the view in front of them as if the question was giving her pause. Then, with a sudden and casual shrug, "Nah, nothin' like that," she answers wryly. "Girl's got plenty of things that occupy her time, see. Always have, and likely always will. Obligations," she says the words with significance and a look. "Good thing Tac's hide is blue and not brown," she says now on goldflights. "I'll leave that those good at ridin' herd, as ya say." That warrants a chuckle. "People say they don't matter," flights, "but they can." Leova's smile turns up at one corner again, sliding Jo's way, staying there through the bluerider's continued reaction. "Mm. Obligations, won't argue there either. Will be glad with you about Tacuseth. And that Rielsath didn't come my way... Think Z'ian will be coming back? For Hraedhyth." "They can," Jo seems to acknowledge and allow on the first, "for those shackled." There's a gesture for Leova herself in indication of weyrmating. Some of easiness slips in light of the former Weyrleader, her gaze still on the greenrider as she seems to mull over the question a few moments before she finally shrugs in response. It's non-chalant, it seems. "Don' think he's ever comin' back, darlin'," she says, her words low like her tone. Almost grave. "That injury....injuries like that can change a person. Dunno what I would've done in his boots. Bet now, comin' back, this place wouldn' seem like a home to him anymore. He's better off where he's at, if yer askin' me." Looking away at last, "And, I know he didn' want to be Weyrleader. Don' see that changin' anytime soon, ya get me?" "You and R'hin," Leova mutters with a grimace. She twists back onto her stomach again, re-employing pillows as padding against discomfort. That doesn't stop her from listening to Jo, though, and closely at that. "Trust your word on him," she says. It's not without regret, if more for Jo herself. "And I can see that happening to a body, all right. All too well." Her gaze flicks away on that last. It isn't for long. She looks back at Jo, and reaches out, finding the other woman's near foot with hers. Lower, "Didn't mean to bring you down." Them. This. A brow lifts in askance when she mentions the wily bronzerider, and Jo echoes back, "Me'n R'hin?" When Leova twists to lay on her stomach, she only shifts to give and little stretch. She only turns more towards her when Leova reaches out, the grin that comes to her lips an easy one for the sentiment found. "'M alright," she murmurs, lifting a hand to trail fingers down the greenrider's exposed side. "Been a long while, darlin'. Don' bite as much as it used to. Girl like me knows how to bounce back." "You and R'hin and shackles and boors, even if the last part is just him," Leova grumbles. "So far as I know, anyway. Don't reckon as you've ever said anything against my weyrmate." She starts to relax again at Jo's touch, though. Watches the progression of her hand, the goosebumps that follow. Says, quietly, "Good." Good. Chuckling more to herself at the explanation, "What did he say about boors?" Yes, Jo has to ask. "I suppose he does have a lot of opinions mirrorin' mine, so I'm not surprised. Nah, don' think I ever met yer weyrmate. He exists?" That even comes with a bright flash of teeth and her leaning away into a duck for a possible hit coming. Fingers knead gentle circles into the greenrider's shoulder and back, constantly moving and just there. "Anyway," she continues, "Not that I have anythin' against bein' shackled. Don' think I would've minded bein' shackled to Z'ian when push comes to shove. He got me that way. Ain' many like him out there, I've found.Guess now, we'll never know. That might be a good thing." "It's a long-standing 'joke.' He calls Anvori that, and I... Funny. Very funny. No, you've never been in the Snowasis, much less while he's working. Ever." Leova doesn't have to hit Jo, not when she can give her the eye the way she does. Besides, hitting her might disrupt the massage. After a while, "Don't know as I'd have thought you'd take to shackles, 'least with you in them. But they don't have to be that, not really. Even if your man wants kids." Laughing, "Well, I'm sure I was in the bar when that weyrmate of yers was there," Jo states with open amusement, "but I doubt we've talked more than him takin' my order. I'm usually off towards the darts with the rest of our rowdy wing. He seems nice, though. R'hin's got somethin' against him?" She laughs at the last, too, her fingers never wavering in the massage as she says, "Bein' in some good shackles is one thing, darlin'. Not unless those shackles lead me to the mines. Nah, it does depend on what kind. Heh, haven' really thought about kids." Since, it's Jo, really. "How are yers anyway?" Speaking of. "It's that whole 'raising his sister's daughters as als happen to be R'hin's daughters' thing. Never mind that they're grown and gone." Leova sighs, leaning more heavily against the bluerider. "At least Vrianth," she cuts off, making the sign to avert bad luck. "No. No mines here. Via's seven, almost. And the twins... Actually. Jo. Don't know about talking about the littles all that much, not with us like this." She glances sidelong at the other woman, rueful. "Guess I never did ask him about that," Jo remarks about R'hin with a slight shrug. "Some prefer not to get so personal. Don' think I ever met his daughters." She grins at the sign Leova makes to ward off bad luck, the rough pads of her fingertips and nails trailing along in circles up her arms. When she answers on her kids, she echoes with that usual amusement, "Like this. I suppose that's weird," though by the look on her face, it seems natural to her. "We should probably get some sleep soon, though," she adds now, looking towards the ledge at the dark sky. "Don' think we'll be given grace for showin' up to drills early'n groggy." "No?" Leova can laugh now, softly. It's not the sort of thing that requires an answer. "It is, since they aren't ours... pretty sure, though, we can show up late all right." She has before. She has a lot: almost every time Vrianth rises. "Reminded, though. Want to talk to you about Glacier. Sometime. Sleep, sleep sounds good now." She reaches back for the bluerider's arm in order to wrap it around her, the better to go in search of it. Sleep. Shifting with her to sink more comfortably in the bed, Jo's eyes are closed and at first all that can be heard is very lazy, sleepy "Mmmhmm." After a while, "Glacier, huh?" she adds, one eye opening to look Leova's way before giving a shallow dip of her head. "Mmm. Sure. Soon. We'll make a....yaaaaawwn...a date of it." It doesn't take long. Her arm is easily caught and maneuvered as she drifts off to sleep, her arm secured about the greenrider in an almost possessive manner as there's little room left for discussion. |
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