Logs:Minxes
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| RL Date: 28 August, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, Ilicaeth, Akluseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Two riders and their dragons meet up at the hot springs for cleaning and chatter. |
| Where: Just outside HRW: Hot Springs |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Temperate, sunny, light breeze. |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: I don't know why this refuses to paragraph properly. WTF. >.< |
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| It's after drills and workouts that Edyis is lounging in the hot springs, Akluseth blowing bubbles nearby, freshly cleaned. She's resting with her head tilted back, fingers working at the tension in her shoulders. It's relatively quiet, without too many others around. Alida and Ilicaeth have only recently finished up another stint at dragonhealing, the pair having got drills out of the way too early in the day...at least for someone much more used to Glacier's style of performing duties, rather than Taiga's. With the blue's appearance above the 'pools from Between to his backwinging to land - sans any riding gear - comes his only slightly-tired, rasping baritone blurt of, « Heads-up! » Here they come! Hahaha. Alida's got her powerful thighs clamped around her lifemate's neck like forceps on a vein, and they slowly relax only after Ilicaeth's crouched low enough to allow her to skitter down his extended leg to the ground without the woman falling head-first. "Ed...Akluseth," is greeted somewhat tiredly to the brownpair already out in the steamy waters, the small satchel once clamped beneath one of the bluerider's legs now in her hand as the blonde paces towards pools' edge. Her older, though servicable beige shirt sports smears and droplets of ichor upon it in places, as do her worn pants, and the woman's skin shows four small scratches close to one another upon a left forearm. Soon enough, 'lida's stopping near the side of a pool, and starting to remove all her soiled clothing - eyes avoiding looking at Edyis - while Ilicaeth paces around to the far side of the same pool, and slogs his way slowly into the very warm waters. Ahhh...siiiigh. Akluseth rumbles deeply in greeting, causing ink dark eyes to open and seek out the interruption in Edyis' tranquility. Clinically, she takes note of the bluerider's disheveled state, each aspect of it, before with a slant of her mouth, she asks, "Do I want to know why you look like the scene of a firelizard murder?" It's possible she has her own guesses. Watching Alida then, waiting. Smelling of redwort, medicinals, herbs, and aforementioned ichor, Alida slowly sinks into the steamy waters, a little bag of soapsand having been tugged out of that satchel beforehand...and soon enough applied to her skin. Scrubbity-dub. Ilicaeth's just lounging out there beyond his rider, his heavily-'ridged eyes twice-lidded as he slowly submerges his craggy body, even rolls belly-up at some point. As for Alida, there's a small wrinkle of nose as she slowly cleans herself, the blonde noting only loud enough to let Edyis hear her in the nearby pool, "'Cause I would've liked t've murdered some stupid kid's firelizard." Scowl, scrub. "Kids shouldn't be allowed ta get a pet if they can't teach it proper manners." Mutter, grumble. "Should've let the little fucker keep bleedin'." "A wounded animal isn't going to ever be polite, no matter how well trained." She counters with a laugh, "Leova's lessons are doing you some good, then at least." She smiles, "Was the kid at least grateful?" Stretching to reveal the newly healed tattoo rolling up her hip, the flames dancing over her tanned skin. "Why were you playing nursemade to a flit?" "I *know* that..." Alida grouses low to Edyis, a small hiss escaping her as she scrubs her wounds clean. "Little bastard escaped Ilicaeth's control when 'e let 'is attention slip ta some glowy green." Is this, perhaps, why Ilicaeth's upside down, his head well beneath the surface of the water? Or why he's so quiet, for an outgoing dragon? "Yeah..." is huffed out low to word of her 'healing lessons, the woman's head bobbing to Edyis' question of the child. "His father was too lenient, so I had 'is mom come in an' calm down the kid." Snert. "I know 'e's only ten, but *really*: cryin' over some scratches an' ichor, blood?" Eyeroll. "Least I got the fish bone stuck in the flit's gum out clean." Satisfaction, thy name is currently Alida. And then suddenly the brownrider is showing off her latest inking, the sight of nude Ed-flesh first making the bluie dart her gaze away and pinken at cheeks, then return her gaze to the design once she's back under full control. Blinkie...peeeeer. "Daaaaamn..." is murmured out in a tone that sports mixed awe and uncertainty. "That must've cost you a pretty mark...not ta mention the pain." Nose-wrinkle. Oh, the flit! "Dumb kid handed over a fresh fish 'e'd caught in the lake, an' that lil' blue'd never eaten a fresh-caught one before, apparently." Beat. "Little shit's barely a Turn old." Inexperienced. "Begrudge a boy a few tears over his beloved best friends injury, huh?" She smiles, "I know you are cold, but surely not that cold Al." Edyis teases, as she settles lazily in the water trailing her fingertips. "Mm, yeah, graduation present to myself. A reminder of how far we've come." She answers with a twist of her lips, "Mel does good work, and I admit I dipped into what I'd been saving over the course of weyrlinghood." She snorts at mention of the pain, "Hurt like a bitch, even if I was drunk off my ass." She doesn't fail to catch that blush, and listens to more talk of the firelizards and nods slowly, "Poor kid, poor flit. And to think I was thinking about getting my little brother one for when he goes to the seacraft in the next couple turns." The look in her eyes, on her face says it all: Yeah-yeah. Eyeroll. "I think maybe 'e's just freaked out by blood on anything...that's not 'imself, anyway. Kid had scratched-up knees from playin'. But as soon as 'e saw the ichor on 'is flit's mouth..." Soapy hands flutter all around for a moment, then return to washing, followed by, "He really started bawlin' when 'e' saw the blood in my scratches, though." Shrug. There's a low snort of humor and a nod for the brownie's tale of her second tattoo, Alida noting dryly, "If only the booze left yer hide dull fer hours more, instead uv' yer mind." A low chortle sounds more-than-acquainted with bad hangovers, the blonde's head turning again to allow her to take in her friend when Ed speaks of her brother. There's some quiet moments left for cogitation before 'lida notes in factual tones, "*If* y' think 'e's mature enough ta raise a little one right..." Well, maybe not as 'right' as Alida believes *she* can do, herself "...I'll consider allowin' one uv' Pyrite's ta go t' him." Still, "*Yer* egg's free." Not her brother's, though, if she truly wants it. The brownrider just smiles sweetly at the explanation of the boy's tears. "Sounds like a sweet kid." She states before booze and talk of ink has her smirking. "If only, then you wouldn't have to worry about embarrassing yourself in public, or otherwise. " She blinks at Alida's offer shaking her head. "He's still too young, he'd probably be like that little boy, crying if it got sick or hurt. Maybe in a turn or two. Next time she goes up, maybe," Fluttering her fingers through the water then. She smiles, "Besides, isn't Jo buying most of them off you?" Alida appears mixed of mind about the young boy, but finally she has to shrug, and even mutter, "At least 'e *cares*." Her hair is next for scrubbing after the bluie ducks herself beneath the water, rinses off...and soaks her pale locks in the process, 'lida resurfacing with a splash and small gasp, then reaching up to undo her coronet-braided up-do. While doing such, "Don' care if I'm drunk as shit in public." Smirk. "Just care about not lookin' 'r *doin'* stupid in public while intoxicated." Snerk. Ahh... too young. There's a sage little bob of the bluie's now-dripping, unbound locks as the woman nabs up more soapsand and lathers it up before applying it to her hair. "Personally, I'd judge the kid on their level uv' maturity in takin' care uv' another life. Most 10 turn olds ain't so good at it, like ya said...but I knew one little boy back at Pars..." There's a faint frown as that name slips from her mouth, the woman continuing again, "When I was around 19...he was 9, I think. Solemn little thing; always watchin', listening...doin' 'is chores...even helpin' 'is mom with 'is baby sister." Green eyes seem to look into the distance, perhaps the past. "He seemed ta like helpin' me with the pups, sometimes the foals. Almost always on time, always willin', quiet an' smart." Edyis just smiles watching the bluerider thoughtfully. "Yeah," she's sheepish. "Can't say I made the best decisions, but there it was kind of funny to see Jo on the ropes for a change." She tilts her head, "You've a point, of course." And as Alida talks of the past Edyis listens, trailing her fingers through the water. "Sounds like a sweet kid. You ever see much of him once you left Pars?" There's a knowing little smirk-smile for Edyis as the brownrider again speaks, but when Jo's spoken of, those green eyes flick over to the other woman while one eyebrow lifts. "What's that leather-bound minx up to, now?" Do tell! "Ya know it's rare ta be able t'get 'er ta react differently than usual." Smirk. Soon enough, though, the blonde with a now-lathered head is looking very serious, sober as she comments to Ed's words of the little boy, "I've been back there exactly two times since I came ta the Weyr." Scrub. "I hope that kid an' 'is family got the fuck out." It comes out utterly emotionless. "Getting moony eyed over some greenrider." Edyis explains in a tone that might suggest she's going to suffer for the confession later. "Pars that rough?" She wonders, not having heard much of the place before." Blink. "Seriously?" Alida finds her mouth asking, the blonde not quite certain about how a mooney-eyed Jo fits into her view of the world. "Who?" Pause. "Z'ian was 'er last serious stab at it." Haha. Stab. 'It.' If the bluerider hears that odd tone in Ed's voice, she ignores it. Ilicaeth allows only his nose to surface as the two women continue talking, the blue replenishing his air before his muzzle slips out of sight once again. Yep; someone's in the dog house. "Can be, fer certain people." Unspoken: people who once had to be guarded by the corrupt infrastructure of the Pars Guard. "Maybe it's better now." Shrug. After Devaki went through and apparently cleaned up house. Edyis blinks again at the bronzerider's name. "The green Tacuseth caught." Edyis knows her name surely, but she's being a little cagey about it to be sure. Still she watches Ilicaeth, his movement catching her attention briefly. She shivers a little, stepping out of the water to start drying. "Mm, maybe. One can hope right?" Settling on the ledge of the pool, pulling her tunic over. "It's a wonder anybody turns out normal at all." Cagey? This is ALIDA...Alida who suddenly stares right at Ed, then drop her chin to chest as she sighs out, "Sweet Faranth. *Why* did it have ta be *her*?" Back up her head lifts, green eyes staring only at the water before her as she aggressively scrubs at her hair, now. "I swear, this world seems ta be goin' fucking crazy..." Crazy enough if JO has fallen for a shrew like 'her.' She only peripherally notices Edyis' emergence from the pool, the blonde instinctually turning slowly to keep her in sight, though she doesn't stare at her nude friend. Habit. What the hell's normal, in a place like this? So says her eyeroll. Edyis laughs, "I am not entirely sure falling in love is a thing that can be controlled or prevented. It seems to happen whether people intend for it to or not." Kicking her feet in the water, mostly decent now with the tunic. "Besides, might do Jo some good, and It might do Yesia some good to have someone like Jo around to open her eyes to the world a little more. Especially now that she's impressed and Aeaeth is taking flight." "Yeah..." is all Alida will allow about love, the blonde wrinkling her nose a little, however. Still, "They're both... Unruly types." Smirk, headshake. "I'll be surprised if it lasts." There's no more smirks from the elder woman, however, as she mutter-muses aloud, "I c'n just see Yesia bein' the type ta' try an' control what Jo does...who she sees." Something darkens inexplicably in Edyis's expression at the statement. "If it lasts." She echoes swishing her feet through the water. "I'd be more worried about Yesia's flirty streak, I don't think either of them is the sort to ever desire to settle down. "What did he do?" She asks then eyeing the direction Ilicaeth surfaces and submerges in, possible diversionary tactic. "Yeah... *both* uv 'em flirty." Who the shell knows, with such crazy women. Shrug. Huh? Snerk. "I *told* ya before, Ed: Ilicaeth was mentally holdin' the flit, then got distracted by a proddy green... *unlike* his rider, who ain't gonna' be distracted, right now." Those laser-sharp green eyes try to burrow into the bronwrider's inky gaze to suss out the whys as Alida asks, "What's gotcha' twitchy about 'em?" Jo and Yesia. Edyis laughs, as the blue rider reiterates. "You did, didn't you." There's a shrug, "Nothing has me twitchy about them, they aren't my problem." She smiles then, "It was totally worth it to see Jo blush though. I didn't know she was capible of it. She did, indeed. Sagenod, smirk, scrub. "They might *become* yer problem, one day, if Jo an' you keep bein' buds...an' things get ugly." Nothing like Alida seeing the dark side. "Then why the attempt at diversion?" Blink. "*Jo*?" Blushed? Ahh...now *there's* a saucy, wicked grin! Edyis handwaves the notion. "If they do, I will deal with that bridge as it comes." She smiles, "It was sort of adorable Jo getting all pink cheeked, but she gets vindictive when embarrassed." Edyis has discovered, and it is Ed's turn to blink, "Diversion?" Alida will allow another couple of nods to Edyis for bridge crossing, the bluie looking rather 'mad' after a fashion as the lather about her wet head grows in volume. Lots of hair to wash equals lots of soapsand equals lots of lather. "Maaaan... an' I can't even tease 'er about it..." is soon false-whined of Jo's blush. Blinkie. "Never mind..." the woman waves off Edyis' inquiry. If it's important, Alida will find out sooner or later, somehow. Edyis gets to her feet, finishing up dressing. "Oh, I am sure if she pursues it there will be plenty to tease about it. I encourage you to do so heartily." Ok so maybe Ed's a little vindictive too about Jo's advertisement of... ah certain events. Akluseth rumbles as he slinks over, "You have a good night Al." "I'll test the waters, first..." Alida 'assures' Edyis of Jo. The blonde's not going to let the other bluerider potentially explode in her face if she can help it. "'Night, Ed...Ak." Below the water, Ilicaeth bubbles up an only slightly meek, « Evenin'... » to the brown. |
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Jo (13:44, 2 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
Lol, I'm surprised many think that Jo has a 'type'. At least with men, she's more or less been specific (bronzeriders), but she's never mentioned a type in females openly. It's been fun watching people guess, haha~ ;)
Yesia (15:56, 2 September 2015 (PDT)) said...
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