Logs:Seeking the truth
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| RL Date: 12 October, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis confronts Jo about the Gather. |
| Where: Jo's HideOut Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 13, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Feel free to make any changes. |
| Mielline ensured that they did not miss the second day of drills. Despite this, the brownrider's lack of focus is obvious, but at least by the third day, Akluseth isn't showing any signs of having not been properly tended to. Still, there are little things, obvious things. It is with a sluggish pull of the current that Akluseth reaches out to Tacuseth. « Mind if I crash your ledge for a bit. » Mielline's been busy, indeed. Once the wing is dismissed from drills - and Jo has consulted something with the wingleader and other wingsecond in low tones - she's already turning from everyone and heading off towards Tacuseth before Akluseth calls. Relayed, and it must have been expected for the blue isn't slow to respond in kind: « We're headin' back to our ledge. You may come. » It's being followed suit to Jo mounting and Tacuseth shooting for the sky. Akluseth seems grateful, launching up for the ledge, once Edyis finally manages to get hooked into her straps. It's after landings are made that the brown inquires, « How you doing? Yours seems to be acting strangely, but at least she seems to be getting through... whatever this is. » Edyis takes longer to dismount than usual, none of her usual grace in the motion. She doesn't speak for some time. Tacuseth lands on his ledge and makes room for visiting dragons while Jo heads on inside. She makes for the couch, with a table before it littered stacks of hide that look like wing-related reports. By the time Edyis enters the weyr, she would be already seated with a bottle set with two glasses on the side. « This has....affected her, » the blue answers Akluseth's query, his own subdued shadows murky since that night. Akluseth huddles himself against the wind, settling in as close to his blue bro as he is allowed. « Unlike us I guess, they don't forget. » Akluseth notes with a warming splash. The familiarity with which she might have once entered Jo's weyr is all but gone. Dark eyes unfocused as she sinks into the opposite end of the couch. She opens her mouth a few times, then shuts it. « For the best, I think, » Tacuseth agrees, watching the skies with his desert dry of winds and water. He doesn't watch his rider as Edyis enters, Jo being the process of settling on her couch. She only watches the brownrider as she enters and sits, seeming to note the distance between them. She doesn't initiate communication, the air of waiting growing heavy as time passes. All that's there is her heavily guarded gaze upon Edyis, her study settling on a mouth that wavers on words. "I heard, you were with him when he went." She finally says, softly. Those dark eyes closing briefly as she collects her thoughts. "Whatever the truth is M'kris is a nasty piece of work. He deserves much worse than whatever it is the council decides to do with him." The silence remains heavy to Ed's first. It's a few breath-lengths before Jo finally gives into a nod, confirming her presence with R'hin. To the rest, regarding the brownrider steadily, "He deserves worse," she agrees, her voice gravelly. Silence. "Ya haven' been in drills," she now voices her own observation, taking in Ed's appearance. She looks a little better than she did the day Mielline visited, but the braid she wears is simple, lacking the charms normally woven in and full of tiny flyaway strands. The shirt beneath the older flight jacket rumpled, and the dark circles, while faint, are still visible. "Is there a lecture in there somewhere?" And immediately it's clear that she regrets saying it. "He was like family Jo. I can't even remember a time when I needed him and he wasn't there. He hadn't been the same since the disappearing incident, but still. The whole thing is unbelievable." Noting the arched response, "Seems like ya had 'nough of one already," Jo notes with little inflection in her tone. Pause. "I get it," she says on family, watching Edyis steadily now. "He had an effect on a lot of folks. Disappearing incident." That touches like a question, her brows furrowing a bit. Edyis exhales, "It was when I was traveling with the Beowins, He stopped showing up, at first I thought it was just a usual Savannah thing, until he turned up in the infirmary, looking like ten miles of bad road." There's a thinning of her lips, "Never talked about what happened, and that's when I learned not to ask him about it, to pretend not to notice things, not to show concern with him." She shakes her head, then. "At first I thought he was just pissed at me for standing, but it didn't fit long term. I was distracted, by weyrlinghood, by candidacy He cared about people, he wasn't fickle Jo. He pretended it real well, but in truth he was the sort of person who'd push you away if he thought it was what was best." There's a hard swallow then, "He changed the locks, Jo. Twice." She shakes her head, "Why were they there, Jo? What could have possibly been going through his head?" Jo falls silent, listening. There's a frown that peters out as she listens, something she hears making her grimace at the end. Then, "He's always kept most of his secrets to himself," she comments, hollow. "He changed the locks." It's an echo, like perhaps she's missing something significant there and it shows in her lingering frown. But then, that last. "Why was M'kris there in Crom?" She makes a guess, it seems. "He...he wanted to settle things once and for all, Ed," she responds on the last mostly, the older woman looking tired and resigned as she looks over her work. "We are all far less mysterious than we think." Is Edyis's answer, as she eyes the bottle and glasses then. There's a shake of her head, and a slow exhale. "I used to lock pick my way into his weyr, for a few turns everything I had to my name fit in a box under his bed." She draws a breath. "I don't give a fuck why M'kris was there." It's quiet, and maybe a little too calm. "I want to know why you were there, why he was there." It's only at the last that she looks up, those ink-dark eyes searching for Jo's, hopeful and fearful all at once. "I just want to know what happened Jo, that's all, and I know, I know, I have no right to ask. I just - I can't wrap my head around it. I don't want to believe he is gone." "Far more," Jo disagrees on being less mysterious, the woman making a single negation of her headshake. "There's still things 'bout him that I dunno 'bout. Never will, now." She nods once on Edyis's lockpicking escapades, the information seeming new to her since she regards the younger woman for it before the next gets a dull, "It was a gather, Ed. R'hin'n I show up to many of them'n this one was no different from any other. Save, he was there, too. For what happened," and there's a pause as she reaches for pour herself a glass from the bottle. "We were there. Found out he was, too. R'hin told me to get'im so I did. They argued. They fought." Then there's a look to suggest what happened next since she doesn't verbalize it. Grimacing as she brings the glass to her lips, "It all happened so fast," she murmurs before taking down half of the contents in it. "You were closer to him than you let on." Edyis observes, something soft creeping into her smile. As for her response to mysterious people, the brownrider shrugs, "Even so." But whatever else she has to say is lost, in favor of listening to Jo. The tension melts from her as the tale reaches its conclusion. "Stubborn old fool. He knew better, M'kris is a belligerent scumbag." She closes her mouth and shakes her head, the anger in the words is gone, only heartache left. "I'm sorry Jo for coming at you like this, I had no right to pry into it, I just, I needed to hear the truth, from someone I trust to tell it." Looking at the paperwork littering the table then, "Doesn't seem like Mielline believes much in leaving folks to their grief, does she? I'm not sure which is more frightening, her scary-calm tongue lashing or your being so reserved." There's a silence for the first as Jo stares at the bottle for a moment. When she finally meets Edyis's gaze, "I don' always kiss'n tell, darlin'," is all she says on her relationship with the late bronzerider, her tone even and serious rather than sassy. "He was stubborn, yes. Couldn' judge him for it when, I have my own quirks. I never....I never judged him for anythin' he'd done." She drains her glass and sets it down with some open reluctance. To the apology, there's a shake of her head from her to dismiss it. "I was with him to the end, Ed," she says, meeting her gaze once more. "He wasn' alone." Maybe that is meant to be comforting, but she doesn't linger on it in favor of talk about their wingleader. She looks at all the paperwork, too, though the wingsecond states in answer to it all, "I asked for it. I figure the distraction would help. Ain' one of those folks that like to brood too much. If I ain' keepin' busy, I'm gonna cause trouble." Lips thin at that. "It tends to be one of the things I like about you." Edyis states with the faintest touch of humor, though it fades quickly. She listens, nodding to Jo's assertions about the final moments, and her hand reaches to squeeze the bluerider's arm if she allows, it's intended as a gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry Jo." For the loss, for everything. Mielline is easier, and there's a rough nod of understanding. Though nothing verbal. The faint touch of humor is give in kind from Jo, only saying to sum of her and his relationship, "He was good to me. Girl like me don' have that often in her life. Ain' gonna forget'im." She takes the squeeze of arm in stride, the grin there in semblance for the apology before she states in kind, "Sorry, too, darlin'." It's likely all she has left that she's willing to say on the difficult matter before she briefly turns to the simpler talk of their wing and the work set out about her. |
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