Logs:Revert
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| RL Date: 25 June, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo catches up with the green weyrling and discuss various Weyr topics. It's mostly about Tela's impending graduation and wing tapping. |
| Where: Telavi's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 1, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Quielle/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| Solith could have said that Telavi was in bed this wintry night, but it wouldn't have been true; the still-weyrling technically is on the bed, though, doing a handstand against the wall. Her face is pink enough to have been doing it for a little while now. The pillows have been pushed off, but the bed's otherwise made, and she balances well enough to wave upside-down to Jo with one hand when the bluerider walks in. "Upside down?" That's Jo's greeting having let herself in. Her head tilts downward to regard the young woman, seeming to find it curious. She even turns back to look at Solith, who Tacuseth is likely catching up with by now. "Is there somethin' I need to know?" About finding her there, like that, even though Jo did just let herself into someone else's weyr. "Probably," Telavi says with a laugh, piking down and into a roll off the bed and onto her feet. Solith's no help where humans are concerned, because yes, catching up is good, and also Tacuseth is warm and big and therefore her weyr is warming up that much more. "I couldn't tell you what, though," Tela adds as she crosses to the bluerider, both hands held out to Jo. "How are you? And your wing, and everything? I have to wonder if any of us will wind up in Glacier with you." Arm folding across her black leathered chest at first, "Why not?" Jo has to ask, displaying her curiosity. "Is there some new exercise bein' required by weyrlings?" Then she steps forward once Telavi approaches her, taking both hands into hers as she answers, "Not too bad, darlin'. Ya know me. If it's not one thing, it's another. What about ya? My wing?" Now that gets her interest, squeezing her hands once she has them. "What, ya wanna get tapped into Glacier? Or is that a wing ya wanna avoid?" with all that's going on involving the tough and hardy wing. "Next time, we're to walk on our ceilings. No, I don't know, I just felt like it." Telavi leans in to press a kiss to the bluerider's cheek, then seeks to tug her over to the hearth. "Dry off. I'll get you a towel. Even if it's one thing and then another, it doesn't have to be another and another and another, Jo. Now Glacier... Glacier, I was told, would eat me alive. Don't ask who said it. I think you could take it, though, as a compliment." "I wanna see ya try to walk on yer ceilin'," Jo quips back, humor coloring her tone, leaning into that given kiss upon her cheek before she's tugged. She laughs at Telavi's command, even though she's already peeling off her jacket and running a hand through her hair to slick it back since she's drenched. "It's always another and another and another," she notes at that, moving close to the hearth. "And yeah. Glacier would. Should I ask, though?" And at the last, well, there's a suggestive brow to that even as she says, "Compliments are mutual." Beat. "Maybe ya like bein' in a wing that would? Or are ya a Hailstorm gal? A Snowdrift chick? A Boreal broad? If given the choice, that bein'." Make that two towels, though the weyr isn't so large that there's far to go, even with Telavi ducking out of this room in favor of the towels hanging on the hooks out by the dragons. Along the way, "No, you shouldn't ask. Not every time I say 'don't' is a reason to 'do'!" She drapes one towel over her arm, starts to add the other but then, making a face, keeps it some distance from the first; upon her return, she plucks a third, fresh towel from the armoire. Whether from the handstand or Jo's compliment, or perhaps playing hostess, her cheeks are still a touch pink as she delivers the goods. "That should be a song, Jo, with all the girls in the refrain. I'd been thinking of Boreal, maybe, but right now I wonder if some people would still talk to me. Are you still talking to him?" Hers is a quick, curious look, right before she tosses the freshest towel towards Jo and her hair. Jo's jacket, she can use the slightly damp towel for that one. "Well, ya see, I have this tick," Jo counters on asking, almost deadpan. "I'm compelled to whenever I'm told not to." She watches Telavi with the towels before continuing with a nod. She smirks on the comment about the refrain, but the next gets her answer as she takes a liberal look around the weyr. She's looking at any changes from the last time she's been there, rather. "Ya think bein' tapped into Boreal would put ya at odds with some folks? Because of what they did with the tithe?" Yeah, she knows, a brow lifting at her in askance. "And yeah. I still talk to him. Don' agree with what he's done, but, it's a move that didn' surprise me in the least. Doesn' change how I feel for him, even if I wanna tie him to a chair out in the bowl." There's a smirk for that before she tacks behind it, "What's done is done, however. Leadership has changed hands. My concerns," and she pauses with a look towards the weyrling that has her jacket, looking in askance at her for clearly trying to dry it, "have shifted. Or maybe reverted's the better word." Beat. "How do you feel about it all?" she asks now, curious. "Then don't not keep with that tic," Telavi promptly teases. Other than such transitory things as the mistreatment of the pillows, since Jo had seen the couch a couple of times before, the most notable change is the storage chest that stands between the couch and the hearth. It's heavy, rectangular, flat-topped to serve as an informal table and sturdy enough to serve as a footrest or even chair. It also looks weighty enough to not be easy to push around, and the corners could do some damage if tripped into. Telavi sits on it as long as she's tending to Jo's jacket, too. As for Boreal putting her at odds, "I know so," or at least that's what the weyrling asserts. If her voice holds a touch of impishness, that's only on loan from what it precedes: "As opposed to, what, tying him to a chair in his weyr? And... 'reverted'?" Less impish, now. "I don't like it, and I want everyone to get along and hold hands and sing songs. If their hands are clean." Except that's sounding less literal, so she adds, "Washed." Studying the storage chest, then the woman sitting on top of it with her precious jacket, "There isn' as many opposed to what Boreal has done in comparison to what our former actin' Weyrwoman had done, or so I've gathered," she remarks on that score, moving to settle on the couch, sitting close to Telavi. "I've heard the talk, and rumors. A third of that missin' tithe would have starved the entire Weyr." It's hard to tell if she's being facetious, especially considering that she's saying it with a composed face. Then she permits herself to send the weyrling a lopsided grin on the account of Boreal's wingleader, the counter of tying him up getting a wry, "I tie him up in his weyr, he might enjoy it. Reverted." That one word is less amusing, the way it sounds, but the convict rider shrugs nonetheless. "Ya know. I have things need lookin' after beyond the Weyr. I've been doin' less so these days, since," the flight and the political grounds. "I should return more to those things that suit me. Do ya think it's possible now? That everyone will get along with Azaylia in charge?" "Done by not taking the tithe," Telavi double-checks even as she double-checks a seam, sliding the edge of the towel along the crevice where the seam's lapped over. She's thorough. Without looking up, "Keep drying, or I'll dry you." She keeps working, more than she has to, more than maybe she does on her own jackets. "You're a busy woman. Wouldn't it be nice if everyone got along? No, I don't think everyone will under her, under anyone... But are you going to try and help people get along, or not?" Now she's looked up to Jo, finally. Jo did pause in patting that towel over her head while they talked, so when Telavi brings it up, there's quiet laughter from her before she resumes. Leaning back more comfortably on that couch with her grey tank top on, "Ya mean the Weyrwoman or Boreal?" she asks on the first, first, then watches Telavi with her jacket - mainly as if the thing is sentient enough to walk itself out of the weyr. To being busy, her gaze lifts from it to regard her as she counters, "It's a busy time. Places to see. People to do. Things to do." There's a light smirk for that, but the last lets it fade just a tad as she answers evenly, "I'm not in the business of makin' people get along, darlin'. I'm in the business of makin' things happen. Not exactly in the best interests of all and sundry, either. I help push the hard decisions. I work in the shadows. That's who I am. That's who ya met out there," and she nods out towards the ledge, indicating a much further past. "One Weyrwoman gets that. I doubt the other will. Will you help?" Looking her over slowly, "Ya don' have much longer as a weyrlin'," she notes. "I'm sure ya been thinkin' about the rest of yer life lately, cuz of that." "The... Weyrwoman? I thought we were talking about? By not taking it?" but there's so much going on, and Tela shrugs like she'd shrug the whole thing off. Not the jacket, though: that she keeps in her lap, idly starting to put her hand through one cuff backwards. She smiles where Jo smirks, but then shuts up to listen up. Finally, "I don't like thinking about the rest of it." Which isn't to say she isn't. "I want to help. Somewhere." But help whom, and how, and where? The next thing Tela says lightly, as though it weren't maybe one of the most important things of all." You're still her friend, aren't you?" Jo's probably just as bemused as Telavi, so she just snorts and lets that initial matter drop. "Ya got anythin' to drink?" she asks instead, looking around as if a bottle's going to appear right before them. Returning to the conversation, though, "Then help," she gives, her tone easy and casual. Perhaps she's making the assumption that Telavi means Azaylia, since she's now the acting Weyrwoman. "Bound to be some way. Just cuz yer a weyrlin', that don' mean ya can'. Especially now, with ya graduatin' soon." The question does seem out of place by the blink she gives, even though she knows whom the other means. There's a pause, then a firm nod for an answer to that. "I know what she's about, and she knows what I'm about. Can' fault a girl for protectin' what's hers. For tryin' to make the Weyr strong. Didn' think we'd end up friends, either," she adds with a touch of wryness. Shrugging, "There's more to her than folks here see, just like me. Folks like to focus on what we've done. No one gives a shit about why we've done it." Telavi answers that first question by getting up to explore the armoire again, along the way setting Jo's now-dry jacket onto the couch beside her. There's the quiet creak of the door opening, the less-quiet clink of glass. "I'm glad you still are," she says with a fierceness that's quiet all over again, followed by that second creak. She hangs the towel by its cord on the knob, for now, before returning to the bluerider with what's, "Even a little left of what you brought me, if that's not too much like give-backs. I'm not sure what's the best way to help anyone. I try to help Quie, when she wants. I've been trying not to make waves. Aishani gave it over, when she didn't have to... you do think that doing what Azaylia says is the right thing to do, then? Since it isn't one against the other? Because... Aishani stepped down. Or does it depend on what she says to do? " She has a small smile to go with the alcohol she's offering. "Only maybe you never think about it that way anyway." "I'll take give-backs, anythin' that could put a smile on this face," Jo teases on drink, pointing at her very smile of anticipation. Still, returning to the talk at hand, "Why doncha wanna make waves, Tela?" she asks, curious. "And how do ya know it hasn' been one against the other? It may continue to be, should both queens rise at the same time again." There's a soft incline of her head to Aishani giving up the knot, even though she states, "Every decision she's made has been undermined and overturned, it seemed. What was she left to do but to hang it up? Would you have bothered, when there's folks repeatedly tellin' ya that yer don' deserve the knot in the first place, and that every decision ya've made was wrong?" There's a casual lift of her hands to that. "There's only so much of that one can take, darlin'. As for doin' what Azaylia says" and there she pauses, reaching for the drink being offered gratefully. "I dunno about ya, but I'll do what I've always done before those flights." She takes it and drinks, then passes it back before saying, "Appear to do what's told and keep my head down. Choose what to agree to, what to refuse, and leave politics to those that now own it. Until another opportunity rises." She'll drink to that. It's a smile Telavi likes, or so her own answering smile says, and the weyrling perches on the back of her couch, not quite right behind Jo but to the side. It's just the rest she doesn't like, the rest that loses her smile. Her voice is not just soft but a little thready. "Someone telling you that all the time sounds awful, I'd want to throw up. I don't... know it hasn't been one against the other still, I know you'd know better. I'm just going by the knots. I know they could rise at the same time, I know that it could all change... it will change again, even if Azaylia keeps the knot, and it's so strange referring to them by their first names, Jo, it really is, it's different in person when they say to or when... it's just different, talking about them that way. When it's about this, instead of, 'Did you see that dress Aishani wore?' Or, 'Did you see Azaylia's hair?' which I suppose Hana does? but still it looks nice," and Tela's gone off track here and seems to realize it. "Where were we?" Despite the seriousness of the topic, Jo's easy smile does linger longer as she answers on stepping down with, "Well, it's been that way, more or less. I don' even know how Taikrin's takin' things. No one knows what will happen now. Only speculations, and the Weyr collectively holdin' its breath." There's a gentle smile though for the later adding in as she leans closer in her regards to her, "I'm sure there's still the questions about their dresses and hair, or which bronzerider's serenadin' them on their ledges. Perhaps those will become more prominent now?" She passes over the drink now before standing and giving a lengthy stretch before she says, "Now. Show me all the new shit ya got and we'll talk of somethin' else. Perhaps of Weyrwomen dresses and serenadin' bronzeriders. Or ya can tell me who in that class of yers is in trouble this seven," because to her, there's bound be at least one this sevenday for them to talk about. To which Telavi immediately has to hold her breath, puffing her cheeks out to make it more visible, even if she does look more rueful than playful when she pushes her breath out again. Still, that smile, that lean have her smiling a touch herself, for a moment or two before it fades. She drinks. "Where to even begin..." |
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