Logs:Meddling Affairs
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2013 |
| Who: Aishani, Jo |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo stops by with news. Aishani ends up having news of her own about the Nabol issue. |
| Where: Aishani's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Hattie/Mentions, Ienavi/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, Jyani/Mentions, Ali/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Suireh/Mentions, Ustelan/Mentions |
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| Winter is coming to High Reaches, but not just yet; the air is cool and the skies clear, but the weather is still pleasant and there's no hint of snow on the winds. It's not unusual that Iesaryth should be out of the Weyr, especially recently, but this time, there's some sense of excitement borne on sea winds, some sense of knowing. There's seafoam sprayed Tacuseth's way, though welcomingly as she angles towards her ledge. If his is not busy, they are both welcome! With the blue pair being away from the Weyr often, it's uncommon to find them within at this time of the day. And so, when Iesaryth sends welcome, Tacuseth seems more than happy to return it with the sense of them coming shortly. His is accompanied with the fanfare of the crowds on a hot summer day, and moments later the pair lands smartly on her ledge with a rumbled greeting. Jo is checking out the gold's hide as she dismounts before nodding her head in her direction. "Good day for a swim, hm?" she sends to her - to them both, really - as she heads right on into the inner part of the weyr. "Yo Shani!" Iesaryth is never in a hurry -- to get anywhere, to do anything, to takeoff or land, sometimes -- so she's not worried about the amount of time the pair might take to get there. She and her rider have no plans, for the moment. She sends the image of the Healer Hall, the trees around it just beginning to turn; always a nice trip for her, though no detour to Fort, not today. And the gold's sunny hide, when they arrive, seems as bright as usual, though it might be difficult to tell. She is awake, however, as is Aishani within, sorting through some papers at the table. With a flash of a grin, "Afternoon, Jo. I like that list of yours. Between that and my family, we'll have near the whole area covered. If we can make the arrangements." Tacuseth takes in that image of the Healer Hall eagerly, the colors going sharper before he sends back « Why were ya here? » He like his rider takes in her hide, but him doing so would likely be hard to detect. As for Jo, "It's a good start, at least," she says to Aishani as she drops into a seat at the desk, unfastening open her black leather jacket. "Not sure if any of'em will bite, but, it doesn' hurt to ask. Haven' seen the lot of them in turns, either. Not since I came here. How did it go with yer family?" She's right onto business, leaning back in a show of comfort in the chair with one elbow resting on the back of the chair. Iesaryth considers before, « We had a patient to drop off. You will hear of it soon, I think. » It's not that she's evasive per se, just uncertain of what she's allowed to say just yet. Her rider gives a nod, sliding into a seat as well, nudging the water pitcher on the table over the bluerider's way. There's glasses there too. Aishani smirks while stacking up the papers. "They'll bite, I think. It's an attractive offer. And if not, we'll make sure they find it attractive sooner or later." That's a threat rather than a promise. As for her family, there's a shrug. "A few contacts, though I might have blown one, we'll see. There was something of a disagreement." She wrinkles her nose. "Nothing major." It's a nod in senses that Tacuseth sends, the blue not probing by nature. Jo leans forward long enough to take up the water pitcher being nudged in her direction. The glasses, too. Eyes flick briefly towards those papers being stacked before she says, "I can find ways to make it attractive for them. Habriv, especially. Kimren will be easier, since I'm still working with him at the moment. A disagreement." It's almost a question being leveled towards the goldrider with an arched brow as she starts pouring the contents of the pitcher into the glasses. "Somethin' that smoothed itself out, ya mean? A few contacts is good. Better than none." An invitation to talk about it, but the ex-con's not pushy. "I'm thinkin' of hittin' up Aiven first, over in Keogh, though, might be hot over there with the things goin' on right now with Nabol." The look is significant, as she passes a filled glass over towards Aishani. The queen is curious by nature, but at the same time, too mannered to pry herself, most days. She appreciates the blue's lack of questions, sharing her ledge companionably, watching the dragon and human traffic with interest, pointing out oddities to Tacuseth. With a tap to the papers, Aishani asides, "Notes. Copies of reports. I like to keep up on what's happening." Whether she involves herself or not. "And I am sure they will see the wisdom of the arrangement, but if not, we can make business... difficult. The disagreement... yes. I'm sure it will be fine. I've had good word from a man named Ramoren, outside the Minecraft, at least." As she accepts the water, "It might be a good time, actually, given no one will be paying much attention to what's happening any place but Nabol." A pause. "The place will be in an uproar soon enough, anyway. The Lady has turned up at Healer Hall." Where she and Iesaryth were. Interesting. Those oddities being pointed out by Iesaryth is something Tacuseth gets into, the entertainment shared well between companionable dragons while their riders share a drink within. "So ya've been keepin' up on what's happenin' towards Nabol way?" Jo asks with a nod towards those papers. "Ramoren," and it's clear this name is being filed away mentally, the bluerider nodding once on that. "I agree on the distraction this Nabol is causing. Seems like there are those here in the Weyr that are insisting that we get involved. When I say we, I mean the Weyr at large and its leaders. Some believe I should find a good heart to be involved, too," and she sniffs at that. "I'd rather take advantage of this opportunity while we can. Ya don' think there's those in Nabol that would benefit from need of protection, do ya?" It's given conversationally before she takes a drink, which, she nearly chokes on it at the revelation. "That Lady...she's been found?" Beat. "Where ya'll were?" Tacuseth having sent her that tidbit of news with open interest. "I'm assumin' she's been found in one piece and this news has yet to reach the ears of the Weyr?" Flashing a slight smile, "I keep up on what's happening in as many places as possible. I don't want to be blindsided." Again. Aishani nods to the name and notes, "Perhaps we should go on that one together; I'm not entirely sure I ought to go out on meetings on my own, given the givens. I think they took coals to Hattie's feet, at Boll? But I didn't want to ask." There's a shudder as she looks across at Jo significantly, both impressed and infuriated. Arching fine brows, "Are there? I'd ask what the Weyr has to gain from that. I don't know that any official moves to push things one way or another would please any of the other Holds. Not that they've been so helpful." There's a pause, and she considers the question of protection, pursing her lips. "I'd bet the Crafters are nervous, but that feels a bit unfair." Jo's choking causes her to blink, then shade apologetic, nodding. "We... brought her in. Unofficially. She'll be ready to give birth any day now, so yes, she's fine. And I imagine they'll know soon." But the bluerider knows first! "Same here," Jo agrees on the first, "though I seem to have the uncanny luck of bein' informed rather than goin' out to be informed of late." She inclines her head as she lifts her glass to her lips on the idea of them going to meet one together, the ex-con looking pleased as she says, "We have Kait and M'ron at our disposal, too, of course. I've heard what happened with Fort's own and so long as I'm around, that shit ain' goin' down with ya." A pledge, one can say, by the fierce look on her face. "I think you and I know how far I'm willin' to go, given the givens. How is she, anyway? Hattie?" the bluerider assuming that the weyrwomen had met. On the Weyr at large getting involved, there's low laughter to something Aishani says before she answers back, "Well. One thinks that the Weyr takin' a backseat on this will weaken the Weyr in these Holds' eyes. In fact," and now she leans forward, "I was told that one of the heirs wanted this Lady Ienavi killed more than found. And, that she was engaged to the oldest son of some oldest son before Ustelan's wife-at-the-time died. Somethin' about tradin' up'n shit. I didn' ask for specifics. Ain' all that was sent my way, either." She waves a hand to indicate that she was alright when she nearly choked at the news, nodding before she says, "Where'dja find her? I thought she was kidnapped or some craziness?" "Lucky you. I need a bit more of that." Aishani takes her own sip of water, setting the glass aside and folding arms over the papers in front of her. "I'll leave the rest to you-- and Kait and M'ron, certainly. And thank you for that." She looks a bit touched, despite the fact that she must know Jo will go to certain lengths by now, adding, "Alida had some thoughts on training and guarding for Azaylia and I, I said she might want to work with you. I'd rather women than men come up with a plan." As for Fort's Weyrwoman, there's a little purse of her lips. "Hattie's all right. I think she'll manage, despite the feet. I don't know about Ali." Bemused, "I'm not sure how it makes the Weyr look stronger to meddle in succession, but all right. I'd put more energy into ensuring Nabol intends to fulfill its obligations to the Weyr. But that's me. And really." Her dark eyes are sharply interested in the Nabolese gossip Jo does have, listening closely. "Well, she left because she was concerned she might be killed, so that makes sense. And I suppose that might make one bitter, to lose out to your father. But that's hardly Ienavi's fault. It's not as if she could really say no." Snickering, "One of the men has a network all over this region that pipes information to him," Jo lets her know. "Budan of Tillek. He's on the list I gave ya," and she taps a long finger on the table surface. "Pompous ass of a man, but if we can get him onboard, he'd be useful to have. Trainin' and guardin', huh?" She pauses to give that some consideration, it seems, before she nods to it and asks, "Are we talkin' hirin' in guards or just trainin' our lot? Sure, I can come up with somethin' with Alida. Taikrin might have some ideas on the matter, too, considerin'." There's brief pleased relief at hearing about Fort's Weyrwomen and their state, but it's the next - the Weyr's involvement with Nabol - that she speaks about now. "My sentiments, exactly on how Weyr would be involved," she tells her with a significant look. "There seems to be an undercurrent that the Weyr's not doin' enough, however. I'm not sure how deep this undercurrent lies, though, but I've already passed on such news to Z'ian. Public relations is more of his realm now than mine. Also." She slides out a folded sheet of paper and lays it between them on the table for Aishani to take as she adds, "The other news I got involving yer Lady Ienavi, though I'm not sure how relevant it is with her bein' found. Looks like she made a right choice, gettin' outta dodge, but I'd imagine heirs wantin' to kill ya was commonplace in some holds? Maybe I'm just the screwed up one that thinks that." Aishani murmurs, "Good to know." With a flash of a smile, she says, "I mentioned Taikrin as well, as you'd both been part of the crew the last time we required guarding, but I'd rather avoid that sort of guarding. There's eggs to think about now, too. Not that I see Hraedhyth letting anyone get near her clutch without her knowing about it." Tilting her head thoughtfully, she allows, "The only thing I could think of that I might consider? Would be putting a wing at Nabol to keep the peace. There's some large groups of armed men about, and dragons still scare most of them, thankfully. But only to ensure things go smoothly, not to influence the result." Taking up the note, she smirks at Jo, nodding. "I think it happens, just not as obviously as this time. Lord Nabol left the question too long, and someone decided to fill in the blank themselves." She scans the paper, adding absently, "Or found out his plan, and was displeased enough to kill over it." "That sort of guardin'?" Jo is amused at the phrase, but the bluerider inclines her head to it anyway. "A wing might be good," she goes on to say slowly. "Just their presence might calm matters some over there. Not sure what Z'ian and Azaylia plan to do about it, though, if anythin'. I did suggest to the one that told me that they were better off takin' it up with them personally than goin' through someone like me." Nodding towards the note now once Aishani reads it, "That whatcha gleaned from that? Is it somethin' to get involved in or back away from?" regarding the note in particular, she seems to imply. Wryly, "The kind where I have no privacy and no life." Aishani quirks a bit of a smile before taking up her glass again. "I can't say I enjoyed it, but I can't say things are safe anymore either." Her smile growing wider, "I imagine that will happen more often now, you with the ear of the Weyrleader. But I think they've always both been open to new ideas. I might bring it up... things seem to be getting more tense over that way. I don't mind a bit of chaos, but..." Bloodshed might go too far." Glancing down to the note, then back up, "Oh. No, just a thought. This--" She waves the note. "Sounds like there's more than a few potential suspects for the Harper that was killed, and for wanting the Lady dead as well." With a bark of laughter on the first, "Oh, that. Yeah, but ya still carry a knife with ya, right? Put it under yer pillow? Brushed up on yer throwin' skills?" Jo is all helpful, see. There's an outright snort on her having the ear of the Weyrleader as she remarks, "I may have to start chargin' favors for favors, in that case. With him busy more often now, last thing I want to do while spendin' time with him is waste it relayin' people's opinions. Might be somethin' to bring up to the lot of them, yeah," she agrees on the Weyrleaders, draining her glass. "I don' mind chaos myself, so long as it doesn' spill over here and it might. We do have a former weyrlin' class that likes to take matters into their own hands." The look is significant, as she sets the glass back down. As for the note, her brows furrow at it and what's being said. "Sounds like it, yeah," she answers her evenly. "Question is, what's to be done? Someone that prefers not to be named gave it to me with the thought that I'd pass it on towards someone that would know best what to do with the information. Maybe Lady Ienavi has some information herself, if she's down for talkin'?" "I wear a belt knife now, more often than not. And it's not the only knife I carry." Aishani is a bit grim for that, apparently disliking the precautions. "And I can only imagine. I would tell people to talk to him themselves, or charge, to be honest. I do like to talk business, just not all the time." Wrinkling her nose a touch, drawing rings on the table with the condensation of her glass, "It might, and might sooner than later. I've been wondering why the Conclave hasn't said or done anything yet." As for the note, she arches her brow, asking Jo, "Why are you doing someone else's legwork? I don't know if there is much to be done, but I suppose it depends what you want to do. I'd take it to the Harpers, personally. Suireh is posted here now. They've had one of theirs murdered for doing his job, and might want... retribution." A pause. "Lady Ienavi might speak to someone, depending on the purpose. She intends to assert her child's claim, but her position is vulnerable, obviously." "Good," Jo is pleased to hear of the precautions being taken by Aishani. "I just hope Azaylia's doin' the same. Shit." Straightening up a bit at something said, her expression a bit sheepish now, "Didn' mean to come over here and rattle yer ear about all things business. I swear I am better than that," and she flashes a wide grin her way. "Good night like this deserves a trip somewhere, I think. Got any plans tonight?" As for doing someone else's legwork, the bluerider shrugs on it before answering, "See what I mean? The least I promised was to pass it on. Never said I was goin' to do somethin' about it. Ya know I've got a short number of good deeds I do per turn." Clearly. "Harpers might be sound, though. Their own did get killed. The Reaches seems to stay in trouble, don' it?" A trouble that she's willing to benefit from, evidently by the glint in her eye. "Alida's meaning to talk to her about that. I don't think we should be in the same place for meetings, gathers, anything like that either. Oh-- no! I meant..." Aishani has her own faintly rueful smile. "It's just, I can't imagine being involved and being Weyrleaders, like some of them. You have to talk about business all day, I wonder where you draw the line." Her gaze flickers over to the ledge, to where Iesaryth is still watching the bowl companionably. "And no plans tonight, not after getting Ienavi to Healer. And I meant a general 'you', as in your mysterious supplier... but yes, the Harpers might be best." Giving a soft snort, amused, "Trouble, or trouble-adjacent. I'm just glad people are looking everywhere but me for once." Though that won't last once the gossip gets moving. "Maybe add in that she should limit the places she goes for the time bein' since she's the Weyrwoman, too," Jo suggests in addition to what Aishani lists. Still, she gives a grin when the goldrider clarifies, but the ex-con shakes her head and says, "Yeah, I know. I still think we should go out though. Yer always safe with me, ya know. Maybe we can just hang out up on the rim since the weather ain' all bad. I'll bring the booze. Just a bluerider and a weyrwoman, boozin' up on the rim." On the mystery supplier, there's the general 'oh' her lips form before she says, "Likely don' wanna mess shit up themselves, into which case I dunno why I'm the last ditch case to go to. I still can' even seem to find those damn pirates that had kidnapped me all those months back." She shakes her head in annoyance to that one before she smirks at the last being said. She briefly raises an empty glass to that, too. "Works for the both of us," she tacks on then. "Hope it continues." Grimacing, "I just hate the idea of either of us... any of us, really... having to stop living because some degenerates have decided we're fair game." Aishani's a bit darker for that thought, shaking her head a little. Finishing the last of her water, "We could go out, or to the rim. Either is fine with me; I'm armed and so are you, and I'd trust you for a 'guard' any day." Her glass is put down with a solid thunk, and she gives a little eyeroll for not messing things up themselves. "Perhaps if we've a better information network, we'll find out more about where they came from. And we'll see. Iesaryth won't stay... down forever, either." Setting the glass back down, "Perhaps it'll pass once they find someone else to torture," Jo suggests, her tone a bit deadpan. "Like the pirates apparently did. They'd be stupid to come fuck with the Reaches and our weyrwomen, though." Perhaps there's the glimmers of a note of pride being detected when she says it, but it's something likely to not linger. Getting to her feet, "Come on," she offers now, jerking her head towards the ledge and beyond. "We'll go out, then. Gonna put on yer disguise again? I know a place in Ista that's pretty decent. Ya can tell me all about N'rov and I'll tell ya about those names on the list that'll make good clients." And Iesaryth? The bluerider turns to look out at the golden dragon sitting beside Tacuseth as she wonders aloud, "Won' be much longer now, hm?" "Maybe." Aishani can't quite manage the same sort of dark amusement, but she tries, allowing, "Those pirates must have gone somewhere. Unless the Hold killed them all." Jo's comment about not fucking around with the Reaches weyrwomen, though -- that gets a grin. She slides her notes into a folder and pushes out of her chair, heading back to the bedroom and office. With a wave of the notes, "I'll just put this away and grab my hat, yes." After disappearing behind the beads and returning with a bag, she grabs her jacket, noting, "Oh, N'rov. He's in a cast, after Boll. I sent Jyani to make sure he doesn't kill himself while he's healing up." As they head out to the ledge, tone leaden, "She's past due, likely." Yay. "That's what I'd wanna know," Jo admits on the pirates with a look. "Seems pretty odd that they vanished just as quickly as they appeared, presumably empty-handed." Straightening her jacket, she watches the weyrwoman as she prepares to depart, the hat earning her an amused and yet fond snort. Hearing about N'rov has her shaking her head though as she starts for the ledge, remarking back, "I imagine he's not content bein' cooped up, though I suspect it's more of a bronzerider trait than not. Bet with what happened in his Weyr, he's more inclined to stop by here and make sure no one's lookin' yer way, too. I wonder if dragons really have somethin' to do with when they go up - or rather, choose to go up." This is towards the comment about Iesaryth as they leave the inner portion of the weyr, the idle thought probably left out on the pleasant breeze. Pulling on her jacket, then slinging the bag (presumably with the hat in it) over her shoulder, Aishani glances Jo's way, noting, "Well, at least we haven't forgotten about them." Presumably, they're not the only ones. Nodding to the bluerider as Iesaryth rouses herself and she starts to pull herself up onto the gold, "He doesn't like it, any more than we would, not being able to get around and do everything for ourselves. Maybe just an independence thing." Though before they go, she does add dryly, "If she's choosing, let's hope she chooses to wait till he's up and around again." And then it's off to Ista, for drinks and more discussion. |
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