Logs:Tempest in a Teapot

Tempest in a Teapot
RL Date: 4 July, 2015
Who: Edyis, Jo, Yesia, Tacuseth, Aeaeth, Akluseth.
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: Jo confronts Ed regarding N'rek, and things take an unexpected turn. Several in fact.
Where: Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: 4D 3M 38T I10, winter dusk

Mentions: N'rek/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Keysi/Mentions

OOC Notes: NSFW: Feel free to Edit and correct: or add missing mentions

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The desert shadows fade in, marking Tacuseth's arrival before any words are sent. « Mine would like to invite you over if you're free, » is the invitation, his greeting brushed with both amusement and curiosity as he sends the young brown the visuals to his home. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) Should the pair arrive, they will find the weyr warm with the heavy drapes covering its entrance inside save for a sliver of light. Tacuseth is in his den, having settled for the night and has angled himself in a way where he could still watch all the incomings and outgoings of the weyr from his ledge. Jo is likely, inside. The stirrings of a cool sea breeze scented with storm reach back. « I suppose that means she wants to see Ed too? Or are you just wanting to chill out and check out greens? » The latter must be tinged with lighthearted sarcasm. (To Tacuseth from Akluseth) The shadow of brown wings is seen before the normal ledge warning of « Incoming » is given. The brown setting down a moment with a snort as his rider slips from his neckridges. « Extra flame drills, Neianth is merciless man. » As his rider makes her way into the weyr with a clearing of her throat. "You better be decent." She calls as a warning; lips twisted wry. There's a gust of warm desert wind, tinged with the laughter of a raucous crowd before Tacuseth sends, « Your welcome to come on your own to check out greens, young buck, but I don' think She would like ya leaving your charge behind like that. » It's all tinged with innocence and roughened humor, even. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « Heh, not abandoning as much as giving her a chance to get rid of the firestone stink. But point taken I suppose. » Finding a comfortable spot to sprawl on the ledge though he's careful not to be so rude as to intrude on the poor blue's space. » With Akluseth arriving, Tacuseth sends a warbled greeting that is likely acting also as warning to his rider. Even, Ed's words is answered without even being seen: "Like ya'd give a shit if I wasn'. Get on in here, woman." Jo is at her table with two glasses already filled and set as if anticipating her arrival. She only has on her white tank and leather pants, her hair damp and sticking out from angles as if she's just taken a bath. There's a dragon rendition of a snort given, the crowded laugh dying down as Tacuseth sends, « The greens are lovely this night. Grab a ledge! » He's a generous dragon, even though his rider usually isn't. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) Edyis laughs shrugging out of her flight jacket and settling it in the chair. "Not necessarily I'd use that as an excuse to get clean first." She admits, running a hand through her sweat-damp hair. Studying the glasses as she settles into her seat. "Ok, I give what's the occasion?" "Like ya wouldn' want to see me half-dressed," Jo continues that line of talk, picking up one of the glasses and holding it out for her as she takes a seat. "Or undressed. As for the reason for drinkin', do I really need one?" and then she gestures with a nod for Edyis to sit. "Ya know why I reached out. Don' play coy." Even if she is, the slight smirk touching her lips seems to indicate. Edyis laughs, claiming the glass an sipping it tentatively. "No, I just value not smelling like burnt things more at this juncture." The former scribe teases, before the question has her lips curling with a shake of her head. "So much for discrete I suppose." To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « Dragon females are less complicated than human ones, right? » He wonders stretching out wings and muscles a little to make himself comfortable. « Seems like the human ones do the damnedest things. » The taste of the reddish-amber is heady and spiced with a splash of sweet. Jo takes up her own glass and downs it easily and quickly before reaching for the bottle for a refill. "Ya can smell like brunt things," she states, leaning back with her refill with a wiggle of her shoulders to get more comfortable. The last earns an ever wider smile and a "Ya honestly think he would keep somethin' like that from me, darlin'?" she chooses to ask with a waggle of her brows. « Mine isn't complicated, » Tacuseth seems almost proud of that fact. « But maybe 'cuz she's more like us? But greens can be, » that he seems to agree with. « You'll see. » (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) Edyis takes another appreciative sip. "What did the poor bastard have to say then?" She wonders dark eyes strangely curious. Studying the liquid in the glass. "That," Jo is quick to note, "is what he kept to himself. And the reason why yer here." Watching her, "Other than him sayin' the deed was done, that is, which I had no doubt." There's a look of anticipation from the bluerider as she brings that glass to her waiting lips. "So yer gonna keep me in suspense?" she teases lightly. Disbelief? Disappointment? Relief? The conflicting emotions flicker before the edges of her mouth spread slowly, eyes shifted down to the glass in her hands, leaning back. "Wasn't what I thought it would be." She manages finally after some thought, grinning like a feline who had just had cream for supper. "Yer like a harper in Bitra, Ed," Jo notes, studying those expression flickering through the young woman's face. "How wasn' it? Was he good? He was gentle, right? If he wasn'...." She wasn't going to finish that line, and the way it's delivered, one would think that she was joking about any half-veiled threats given. To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « I'd be willing to bet she doesn't run out of her weyr half naked in the middle of winter. » The brown decides of Jo with a sigh. « Rozsadyth is getting prettier and prettier too. » » "He was gentle." She is quick to state, as though to fend off any threats to his bits. Joking or otherwise. "And had more ink than anyone I've laid eye on save maybe Bones." Though Jo probably knows this, part. « She's happy with no clothes, » Tacuseth sends it like it was a common fact. « I told her she should wear no clothes 'round, but she said something about it being uncivillized. » The word tastes foreign, but the blue is willing to admit on Roszadyth, « Yeah, she's nice. I always liked Solith. Other greens. » (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) "Good," Jo says on N'rek with a single nod, taking a drink. "But I was expectin' more details than that." She gives Edyis a thin-lipped look before she addresses the comment on his tattoos with an amused snort and a shake of her head. "Yeah, told'im that was yer thing. Tolerates pain like Bones, likely. Glad'ja approved of him, though," she notes with a slow smile. To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « « Is uncivilized another word for scary? » Because that would make many things make sense to the younger Brown. « Ishikath is nice too, but I love Solith's sunny thoughts. » » The weyrling takes a long pull from her glass, trying so very hard not to laugh. "I also feel a little bad since he was as discreet as promised." She admits but finally manages. "I'm not sure what to compare it against since he is the only person I have slept with. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, but he was mindful of that. It felt...well. As wonderful as Farideh always used to tell me it would." She admits with a smile and a wrinkle of her nose. « I think they're one and the same, » Tacuseth can only guess at strange words with a draconic nod. « It's sometimes confusing. I don't see why she can't be naked everywhere. We don' wear those things they do. Never fits right. » As for greens, a clear favored subject of his, « Solith is fun, » he agrees. « Many of them can be. » (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) Nudging the open bottle towards Edyis in case she wants a refill, "Thought he'd tell me all of his lil' secrets he learned 'bout ya?" Jo teases with a slight tilt of her head. "Yer one of those girls that like to chat after sex, are ya?" Laughter aside, draining her glass, "My first time was too," she admits. "Awkward. Farideh. Ya went to her for sex advice?" This is interesting, her look seems to say. Edyis lifts her shoulders, "I was kinda worried he would complain. Akluseth - had to lock me in the weyr with him." She explains soberly, refilling the glass. "Don't rightly know what you are supposed to do after." She admits. Refilling the glass eagerly. "No, it was one of those subjects we talked about before... before everyone impressed and changed." Her smile fading faintly in the last. Nodding once, "Not his style," Jo soberly states on the Telgari complaining about her. "Known the man for many turns, even before he Impressed. Hardly gave much of himself away in words even back then. Good to know yer dragon has the sense to lock ya in," she adds the last lightly, reaching for the bottle once Edyis is done with it. She regards her on the last, perhaps detecting something that she remains silent about since she chooses to ask, "Will ya see him again, then?" "Thought I was supposed to let him get it over with and send him on his way?" She counters of seeing the rider again, lifting the glass. "How did you two meet anyway?" She asks. There's a half-shrug and a blunt, "Do ya want it over'n done with, to send him on his way?" Jo poses instead as she pours with her dark gaze on the weyrling. "Nothin' wrong with keepin' someone 'round, if they're of use to ya." She knocks back the half-fill she pours before answering on the last. There's a breath of hesitation, then, "Greenfields. He was doin' some handiwork for the Lord'n Lady there before he moved on. Didn' hear of him again 'till he showed up suddenly with a dragon." "No." It's almost petulant, her answer. Her lips are pushed out at the thought childishly. "I want to." She answers candidly, of seeing the man again. "He's fun and seems pleasantly uncomplicated." The mention of Greenfields has her struggling to remember, "Before you ended up in the mines?" She wonders softly. Laughter comes free from Jo as she leans back with her glass and says, "Thought so," she answers a bit too smugly with that annoying know-it-all grin. "I think he'll be good for ya. Have ya seein' things differently. He'll get away with things without gettin' a punch to the gut," she even teases as she lifts the drink in a sort of toast to her. "So I'm glad it worked out so." On the last, there's a brief shake of her head. "After," comes quickly. "Good holders took me in, like they did him." "You mean the way wine is the thing you try first before you dare something with a little more kick?" She grins at the possibilities of Jo's underlying motives. "I'm sure he'll wind up with his fair share of battle scars too." Of the after her brow lifts a little, thoughtful. "So he is like you then?" Curious, but oddly without judgment. "Checkered past and the like?" "I don' think he'll mind," Jo seems too sure on N'rek and battle scars, leaning forward to refill her drink. "I don' ya'll mind, either. As for tryin' wine with a lil' more kick, well, ya tell me." There's an open challenge in her tone as she slowly leans back with her glass, and perhaps it's deliberate that she chooses now to ask, "Enjoyin' the taste?" and her gaze briefly fall on Ed's glass. It's a moment before she addresses the latter, the convict rider regarding her as she levels back, "If he is?" with an unconcerned sip from her glass. Knowing laughter bubbles up from deep in the brownrider's chest for Jo's battle scar commentary. "Sorry to disappoint you, Jo. Sweet as the taste might be, too much of a good thing can be quite hazardous." Fingertip was trailing the rim of her glass as it sits on the table. "One more proof to Akluseth's theory then I suppose." She says of the last with a self-depreciating sigh." "Says who?" Jo counters, challenges, the words in quickfire. "Can' speak on somethin' that ya haven' experience. Haven' tasted. Have the whole bottle if ya like," she offers on the drink with a gesture of her hand. "Sometimes a few drinks are hardly enough." To the last, there's a chuckle from the bluerider before she asks, "And that theory is?" "Says the murderous experience of several turns worth of entirely avoidable hangovers." She smirks, lifting the glass again. "Indeed no, sometimes you want the whole bottle in one go. But something like this," She murmurs lifting the glass, the amber liquid sloshing and distilling a little more of its fragrance into the air. "Isn't meant to be gulped down carelessly. Rather it's something that should be savored, slowly. A glass here a glass there." Of the brown's theory? "That I have an inexplicable attraction to all kinds of trouble. His latest attachment being the fact that I am aware of it doesn't stop me at all." "Live a lil'," is all Jo says to hangovers, the woman seeming to be the spokesperson for taking risks. Still, the bluerider seems to find no fault in the next explanation, nodding a few times to it with another raised glass going Edyis's way to suggest she's wordlessly conceding with a 'Touche' before she drains it. "The bottle's still yers," she notes, getting to her feet with her empty glass to turn towards the wall where her workdesk is before adding, "Ya haven' even checked out the maps on my wall." She faces where the wall is, plastered with maps drawn in by both expert and novice hand with a few of them colored in. It covers the whole of Reachian territory from holds to caves to both well-traveled and secret roads - with renderings of areas close to the Reaches here and there as well. It's a labor of love that looks to have taken turns. She smirks a bit at Ed's last, though before saying, "No, ya manage to find ways to evade well, though. Like a maid hedgin' before her first kiss." She looks back over her shoulder at her, the teasing laid bare at her feet. "I do, and will when the month is over, and some other poor saps get saddled with the responsibility of making sure no one in our class does something extraordinarily stupid and life ending." Her smile wry, and appreciative of the bottle. She stands then, dark eyes intent, studying each clinically. "Cartography is a strange art. You can rough copy one a hundred times but until that moment when you first see a stretch of coast from the air or spend a month with a caravan traveling a stretch of trade road, that's when you actually grasp how truly immense the world is in comparison." She glances at the bluerider from the corner of her eye, lips twisting wry. "So you like to have the whole of the world at your fingertips?" "Like fall for folks with troubled pasts?" Jo directs blithely. "Yes, I can imagine." Her dark gaze touches over the map wall as she speaks, the glass rim touching her lips as if she could still taste the deady drink from it. Nodding to something said, "Did'ja? Spend a month with a caravan?" The last draws something close to predatory in her searching gaze over the drawn coverage as she answers, bluntly, "I like to take what I want." Glancing her way, "I like knowin' what hardly anyone knows. Shortcuts, secret paths, caves only accessible one way.... It's still a work in progress." Edyis laughs, "You want me to fall now, is that it? And here I had you figured as someone collecting notches." Of the caravan she nods in the affirmative, moving to run her fingers over the mountain ranges around Nabol, "Road between Nabol and Keogh actually." she adds finding a strange irony in the words. "Must be fun discovering those kinds of secrets, not to mention potentially useful if you ever get stuck on the ground without Tacuseth." "I'll always collect notches," Jo admits, bold and a touch wry. "As for what I want, I'm a lot simpler than that." The look she gives Edyis continues the challenging banter and dance they play, and the convict rider steps towards the map wall to study where she traces. "A shame," she states at the mention of her old home. "We could have met each other sooner, perhaps." Pause. "It's useful for a lot of things," she continues on lands and secrets. "Good way to find people, too. If ya ever learn of place not on here, let me know'n show me?" Her "Perhaps." Echoes a bit distantly, fingertips pulled from the little valley she once knew. Talk of maps draws her back, and she chuckles, "Sure I think I can manage that." She lifts a finger and points to a spot in the mountains between Nabol and the Esvay Valley. "There's an abandoned cothold here actually, hard to access now from the ground if the road has fallen into even worse repair. Last I was there, there were still a few buildings standing. Some brilliant soul wanted to breed runners, but it was abandoned either during the last pass or the comet pass. Which I can't rightly remember." Watching her more than the maps now, her 'perhaps' get Jo's interest to the point that she draws her fingers over those that lift from the little valley, the bluerider now close to her side - close to her. Evenly, "I consider ya a friend, Ed. I wouldn' treat ya like a conquest, if we ever...." Fingers brush Ed's briefly before pulling away, her dark gaze full of meaning that for once, isn't playful or teasing. She looks back to the maps then, addressing the abandoned cothold with a nod and a, "Ya should take me, sometime. When ya can Between. I'd love to add it here." The admission catches her off balance, pulling her focus from thoughts of her old home into the present. She stands silent and somber until Jo's fingers pull away. She reaches Instead, attempting to catch that hand, and draw Jo closer until their lips meet. Jo doesn't expect, it seems, for Edyis to catch her hand. To pull her forward into that heady kiss that tastes of sweet and spiced liquor. The convict rider isn't much one for holding herself back, and so it's probably not a surprise that she presses the length of her wiry frame against her as she sets her glass down in order to securely claim her by the waist. Her kiss isn't demanding like it's been the other times - more like exploratory, enticing Edyis to explore her mouth, to deepen it, to taste her like the heady liquor - all in that subtle part of her lips against the weyrling's. It's an offering, one that the other is given a choice to take. She presses back. The kiss deepening. Her glass left forgotten on the table, fingertips tracing over the bare scars gently, but there is the purpose in this and left uncontested the motion is intended to bear them both to bed. It's a simple choice, fight or fall. Jo is easily pressed back, keeping their contact close as she continues to taste her mouth, sucking gently on Ed's lower lip before letting it go. Muscles ripple over scars touched, seeming to rev the held-back aggression likely felt through her tense body. Closer to her bed, fingers deftly tug at the bottom of Edyis's shirt to dip under and reach warm skin as the ex-con traces her lips down to playfully try and nip her bottom lip. It's a breath of a pause, her dark gaze lighting on the weyrling - giving her that wordless question. That wordless out to run from the weyr before it was too late. Any hesitation that might have been present even a few moments ago has long since; it's appreciative the gentle nip given in return for that pause, but her mind was already made up. Already tugging at the tank as she moves to push the blue rider into her bed falling with her. And, well, consider the pause the only moment in Jo's civility. With her tank being tugged, the convict rider gives no more warnings and is focused on the task at hand. No words are needed as she pulls off her own tank while pulling Edyis with her onto the bed, her hands now working with the pure intent of divesting the other of all of their clothing and her own. Free of such restraints, the bluerider takes the reins from there as she claims her mouth once more. When it's all over, and Edyis finds herself staring at the ceiling trying just to breathe, stretching exhausted limbs briefly. Utterly content with the world, well except for the fact that her drink is on the other side of the room. She glances over a moment, at Jo before her eyes drift to the glass left on the table, then back to the ceiling. Nope not moving any time soon. Jo is half-covered by the fur covering of the bed beside Edyis, equally trying to catch her breath with a small stretch of her arms over her head. One arm comes to drape over Edyis as she turns towards her, a self-satisfied grin on her face as she watches her. Noticing the look towards the glass as she tries to work tired limbs, "Should've brought the bottle over," she chides in a lazy, drawled tease, shifting to try and pull her close. "Now we gotta decide who gets outta this bed." Doesn't look to be her, either. "I wasn't using my brain at the time." She admits blandly, as she's drawn closer making herself comfortable, smirking at the grin on the blue rider's face. "I don't think I can stand up much less walk five paces." The chuckle that ensues is warm, Jo dropping a kiss on top of Edyis's shoulder. "So bold after all," she notes, fingers rubbing over the skin of her back. "Guess I can' call ya Holdbred anymore." There's amusement in that, before the last has her asking, "Yer alright, darlin'? I tried to not be so..." Aggressive. The look on her face suggests it was almost a failed effort. "Gimme a moment'n I'll get the bottle," she concedes, her smile growing. Edyis laughs, A little sigh of contentment at the kiss, "I'll be fine. I am not that breakable, as it turns out. Just utterly exhausted." She allows with a smile. "And being curled up in bed with you right now is really fucking comfortable." "No yer not," Jo says on being breakable, her tone taking on that sleepy quality as she watches the younger woman. "Yer full of surprises, darlin'." The last has her burrowing further into the bed, reaching to flick the fur covering up over them a bit as she says, "That so? Hmm, in that case, since mornin's not far off, ya should stay if Akluseth doesn' mind. Much warmer in here than out there." And there's the exhaustion, too, of course. "Only if you promise not to let me sleep in or make me late for the line check." She murmurs, "I'll get up in a bit and remove his straps, so long as we hit the hot springs early should be fine." Yawning again and leaning over to lightly kiss the bluerider on the mouth. To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « Betcha a wherry I end up sleeping in straps. » Grinning, "I could just go over to Quinlys if yer are, tell her ya were caught up doin' a dutiful service to an honorable Weyr rider," Jo offers with innocence of a holdgirl. "I'm sure she'll understand the predicament ya were in, all exhausted in all." She meets that kiss, nipping her before drawing the covers up the remainder of the way over them to settle them in for the night. Amusement tinged through heated shadows come through from Tacuseth as he's sleepy and lazy in sending back, « Hope you can sleep in them. Gonna be a long night. » He's not kidding. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) To Akluseth, Aeaeth tickles. « I THINK I HEARD YOU THINKING ABOUT ME. » To Tacuseth and Aeaeth, Akluseth projects « Hey I have a slight problem, my straps are stuck and mine is .... indisposed. Think you could help? » The impression is that Aeaeth was busy, long tendrils of gold and blue indicating her predisposition, but she doesn't seem upset to be bothered. « I don't have hands, » she announces pointedly, like her brother might not realize. « Hang on. » Static, then, « We can come, » she tinkles like a windchime. (To Tacuseth and Akluseth from Aeaeth) To Tacuseth and Aeaeth, Akluseth projects « You are the best most gorgeous green who ever lived. » Tacuseth is amused, and intrigued. « I'm sure she'll wake up. Eventually, » he gives Akluseth in encouragement, but he's also curious about this foreign mind as he sends back « Is she really? » Must check and all. (To Akluseth and Aeaeth from Tacuseth) To Tacuseth and Akluseth, Aeaeth is not modest. « I know, » she sparkles, in spots of bright color and cordial trumpets. Her own mind is curious as well. Tacluseth earns his own set of almost sentient ribbons to examine his mind, before she backwings and lands on his ledge. With a passenger. Of course. Where Aeaeth was preoccupied, so was Yesia. And her anger means she hasn't even realized this isn't Akluseth's ledge. Which explains, maybe, why she musters all her indignity at being interrupted and storms right on in past the drapery, to say, "I told you, to tell Akluseth to leave Aeaeth alone, Edyis. I'm going to tell --" Aeaeth is soprano giggles. « Whoops. » Akluseth's silvery fish dance and play in those colorful lights. There's a look that is given to Tacuseth. You probably know the look, when your best friend starts making eyes at your crush? « Uh Aeaeth don't let her- » It's too late. If anyone decides to drop by now, they'd find a bottle with empty glasses on the table, clothes strewn all over the place....and the blueriding weyr owner cuddled up with one lady weyrling as they settle into the bed furs. Really, Tacuseth should give warning, but he doesn't. Blame it on the new green tail on his ledge. When Yesia storms in, Jo sits up with a look going towards her companion before the furs slip low enough to reveal bare chested nakedness. She's not modest, but she's not saying anything yet either. Edyis was almost dead asleep, the fact that she was on her stomach the only thing saving Yesia from getting another eyeful. Well, sort of. The knotted oak tree as bold as the telltale scratch and bite marks. "Shit am I late for drills already? Keys is going to kill..." Three things register at that moment. One. She is in bed with Jo Naked. Two, someone who sounded very much like a banshee had said Akluseth's name. Third? That this could only get worse when she turned around. So Edyis turned around... Akluseth projects « Shit just got awkward. » "Fuck!" Yesia's not usually one for stark profanities, so that should mark exactly how she feels right now. If not that, then certainly her hands flying up to cover her eyes, even as she turns her back on Jo and Edyis. Her hair is still damp, half-braided with ribbons that aren't completely woven in. "What the fuck, Edyis, why did you -- your stupid fucking dragon!" To say nothing of her stupid dragon, who can't figure out who to cuddle up to first. Tacluseth has her regard, for now, for his newness. She streches prettily between them, looking carefully at Akluseth's straps. « Don't be silly, » she chimes, pleasantly. « I'm sure Yesia will be out shortly to help. » Maybe. If Yesia finds it in her to uncover her eyes and find her way back out. "Aeaeth said he asked for help, I thought I'd find you with a broken leg, why did - what did - UGH." Tacuseth seems to be acting as innocent as a baby dragon to Akluseth. Let's ignore the fact that there's an intruder in his lady's weyr. « You should come by more often, » he offers Aeaeth with such warm desert sand tones of friendship. And, well, "No need to act like yer tits haven' grown in yet," Jo gives in greeting to Yesia, giving Edyis time to recover her obvious shock. "We're all girls here." And yes, the convict rider is giving Yesia a look-over that probably leery before she drawls over to Ed, "A friend of yers, darlin'? Is Tacuseth still on our ledge?" That one is clearly for her dragon. Akluseth? He does not seem so convinced, to say nothing of the jealous glare he's giving the slightly bigger blue, Tacuseth. Still, it's Aeaeth, so he cuddles up to her other side, not to be outdone by the interloper. Jellyfish glowing like tiny gems set off in the colors of her mindscape. Unfortunately girls are not his strong suit. "I am going to kill him." She decides, "Jo, Yesia. Yesia, Jo. Clutchmate, Akluseth and Aeaeth get along fairly well." Riders? Not so much. "I'm gonna go get his straps." Getting out of the bed to wobble to her flight jacket and pull it on long enough to briefly step outside. « Oh, gee, could I? Your ledge is very large, » Aeaeth says, coy. « Mine is very damp. I don't like it as much as I thought I would. » She's not a preferential dragon, it seems. Akluseth gets a low croon of affection for his efforts, and all the big strong boys are paying such good attention. Inside, Yesia's increasingly scandalized by Jo's greeting. "I know," she says, sounding appalled. The sound that leaves her throat when Edyis stands to leave, tossing on that jacket, sounds like someone's squeezed the air out of her through a tiny hole. "We're not friends," she has the awareness to certify. "This - I can't believe you," she tells the vague direction of Edyis' back, then peeks through her fingers at Jo. "I'm leaving." « Anytime, babe, » Tacuseth is oh-so friendly, borrowing a bit of his rider's charm. He adds to Akluseth as an after-thought, « You know you're always welcome, too, » he offers, since he's everyone's friend. The blue even appears sympathetic to the little green's ledge woes, sending with desert shadows and winds, « Mine can help with that. She's good at fixing things, » he's helpful to offer. As for Jo, she's probably the only one amused right now. As Edyis introduces and gets out of the bed, the bluerider lifts both hands to rest behind her head, leaning back against the pillows as she watches Yesia. "Yesia," she echoes the name. "Mm. Ya should be friends. That is, yer welcome to join us, if ya like. Bed's big enough." She's just horrible, the bold smile and her words as bare as her breasts. She's totally comfortable, even if the weyrlings aren't. « You can visit ours too, My couch is big and warm, and the ledge is awesome. » Poor kid. Fortunately Ed breezes past and makes quick work of his straps slinging them over her shoulder as she heads back in, and when once you've had so many nudity freakouts in a week? You get over it. "What, would you have preferred to catch me with N'rek?" Not that the greenrider knows the man, nor is there anything catty in it. "You aren't a holder anymore, and I'm fairly sure you got the same instruction to try it with both genders that I did. " She rolls her eyes at Jo. For Yesia, the apology is genuine. "I'm sorry, I wasn't planning on this, I should have taken his straps off sooner, I'm sorry we interrupted your... hair ." Maybe it's the absurdity of it. Maybe a little of Jo's confidence wore off on her "The Ribbons look good." Making her way back to the bed, stripping the jacket and setting it aside with Akluseth's straps. Crawling back into bed, covering up with the fur. At least she had the decency to grab the bottle on the way back. "NO." Yesia manages to not stamp a foot in her vehement disagreement. "I don't like. It's not about -- it's because it's you. And it's rude." Almost as rude as barging into someone's weyr. Self-conscious, she reaches up for the ribbons in her hair and gives Edyis a vicious glare. "Don't be that way," she grumbles, then repeating her earlier threat, "I'm going." She turns on a heel. "Take care of your dumb dragon next time." Aeaeth streeetches, nosing at Akluseth, flicking her long tail at Tacuseth. « I think I have to go, » she says, softly. « My rider is very unhappy. She does not like...chests? That's odd, because her chest is -- » "Perhaps another time, then," Jo takes on Yesia's refusal to answer with a sigh as Edyis returns. The speech is punctuated with a few chuckles from her, for the most part keeping quiet until Yesia turns to leave. In her wake, "Enjoy yer evenin', Yesia." And she's looking for a drink from that bottle before she settles back down for a return to sleep. Tacuseth could play the 'My Ledge is Bigger Than Yours' game, but when Aeaeth announces she has to go, he reaches out to her with his wedge-shaped head. « Maybe she hasn't seen other chests before? But it's okay. Come by sometime, » he sends in farewell, always the gentleman dragon. « Let me know when you want your ledge fixed. » Indeed. Akluseth rumbles, « Tell her no. It's good for them sometimes. » Edyis really had intended to go to sleep. She really had. The indignant protests however, She's up again, tunic pulled over her head and Jacket, and she's stomping after. "Look, I don't get what the fuck your problem is, I've tried it both ways, treating you the way you act, and being nice. You are the one who barged into someone's weyr. I'm sorry you got an eyeful. I'm sorry Akluseth bothered you. But whatever this other issue you have is say it now. This is me asking as your wing second, not a peer." « I - » Aeaeth starts, bewildered by a sudden flare of fury that she projects on the ledge, for a moment. « Oh no, no. Yesia knows what's best, I trust her so much. » Yesia's laugh is acidic, and she cuts a look for Jo with it - lucky her - as it grazes over Edyis. "I'm not telling you a thing while you're not wearing pants and still sex-rumpled," Yesia says, touching one of her ribbons. Her smile has a bite. "Good night, wingsecond," she sneers, and as the cherry on top, "It was nice meeting you," for Jo, before she briskly turns and draws the curtain back to step out, greeted by Aeaeth's waiting, worried face. Moments later, Aeaeth's muted chimes are, « Goodbye. Thank you, Tacuseth. I will. Sorry, Akluseth. » A mental shrug; this is the status quo. The acidity is noted. The fact that she forgot pants? That was an oversight. "Report early tomorrow, you'll be running laps. The number doubles for every minute you are late." Which serves as her farewell. And she goes back inside to warm up and get some much needed sleep.