Logs:Business And Turnday Gifts

Business And Turnday Gifts
"Tonight's my turnday. They can be without me for one night."
RL Date: 9 August, 2015
Who: Jo, Tacuseth, Akluseth
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Vignette
What: After drinks with Faryn, Jo comes home to a surprise gift.
Where: Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 23, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10)

Mentions: Edyis/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions




It shows up on the table in the weyr, a scrap of red ribbon wound about it. It's a map, a full herdbeast hide trimmed into a neat rectangle shape, but this map might be a little different. Borders and frames for the keys are intricately designed, the compass rose itself tinted with a paint that faintly shimmers gold. Marked within several round frames exist in areas of dead space, labeled and each containing sketched coordinates of various points of interest. It's more a work of art than a functional piece though the quality of the work is very good. A scrap paper is tagged to it, simply with the word Surprise." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = So it was that after sweeps (and her little afternoon siesta-with-drinks with Faryn up in the rider's lounge) that Jo arrives to her weyr to find Ed's present waiting for her. The black leather-clad woman pulls the red ribbon away to reveal it in full, a grin pulling at her lips as she takes in the craftsmanship of the work. Roughened fingers trail over borders and the compass itself, touching on each labeled coordinates with a mere caress. That it's more an art than something functional, the convict rider could tell, and the note attached to it elicits a soft amused snort from her. Tacuseth seems to steal the very visuals of the map straight from Jo's head. « That's really nice of her to remember yer turnday, » he sends in his waves of desert winds and shadows. "Yes, it is," Jo says it out loud as she carefully lifts it up. "She's a good girl." There's just the glimmer of something - a study of herself in comparison to Ed, to many of those she's been interacting with in the Weyr. « Their path is not yours, » Tacuseth cuts through the line of those thoughts with a confidence born of being in Jo's head for turns. « You know who you are, and there's business to be done. » The image of the man - Biron - filters through from the blue. A reminder. Jo turns towards the ledge to see Tacuseth's whirling eyes from the open curtain, looking right at her. "Well look at you," she drawls to him with a note of wryness. "Took ya turns to accept what I do'n now yer remindin' me of what needs to be done." She looks back down at the map before she looks around the walls of her weyr to find a suitable place to put it. "But not tonight, love," she adds after a pause as she looks, barely shaking her head. "Tonight's my turnday. They can be without me for one night." Moving towards a blank section of the wall paces away from her own drawn maps, "Tonight belongs to him." Tacuseth must know the him Jo speaks of, for his next is an immediate, « Shall I call for Leiventh or will we go to them? » "We'll go to them," Jo answers, setting to work on posting Edyis's gift. "Send word to Leiventh first, though. And to Akluseth." And then she gets to work. There's the touch of shadows, an entering of a mind as Tacuseth sends forth to one weyrling brown, « Mine would like to thank ya for the gift, » along with an image of the very map unfolded. « She does not get gifts very often, so this is noted. » (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) Warm cerulean waters drift in and out over pale sands, « She will be glad to know it is appreciated. » The words dance sleepily on the current. « Waste of a tasty herdbeast skin, but I guess humans have an odd sense of the purposes for things. » A touch of the indignance of having his kill skinned before he was allowed to eat it. (To Tacuseth from Akluseth) There's the winds of laughter from Tacuseth before he sends, « They are a strange lot, » in agreement. « But they need us. » There's some amusement there before the blue adds, « It will go well with our home. I won't eat her present. Promise. » His wit to linger as his touch starts to withdraw. (To Akluseth from Tacuseth) To Tacuseth, Akluseth projects « Absolute weirdos. » Is his chuffed reply. For the rest? « It would not taste very good. She did strange things to it. » The Brown answers as the waters recede.

Logs:Business And Turnday Gifts

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