Logs:Loose Ends
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| RL Date: 31 October, 2015 |
| Who: Jo, T'gar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo finally delivers R'hin's letter to his son, writes Lanvec about the hatching and meets with Rat and Asaroth since. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: R'hin/Mentions, V'ret/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions, Kaitlin/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions |
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| It wasn't like Jo to sit on things, but she did. It was awhile after Bristia and the remaining Savannah wingriders had left for Monaco that she had finally delivered R'hin's letter to his son by way of his family - to Destina. She didn't want to encroach upon anybody's grief so she didn't linger around. Once the letter was out of her hands, she mounted Tacuseth and went Between in the seconds it took for Destina to perhaps unfold it and read it for herself. She had made it back in time for sweeps and a brief meeting with Mielline, always the picture of a calm and together wingsecond for those present. Then from there, she had been holding off writing back to Lanvec for months until now. Now that both T'gar and V'ret had successfully scored bronzes each, it was time. She wrote of the latest development with Irianke, the hatching results that she was sure to please him, her rise to the rank of wingsecond and her craving for any news from Greenfields that he would share of her. It was coded, of course, like a niece writing her long-distant relative with the snippets of her Weyr life. Jo delivered it off by Mime, her little bronze fire lizard, towards Greenfields with a heavy sigh before she and Tacuseth went off to try and find one of their weyrlings to personally congratulate.
By the time Jo's able to send for T'gar, the shock had already went through the Weyr about H'vier's death. She had talked briefly with those she had met in Iceberg while shadowing them before taking the Snowdrift wingsecond knot, and left them with a heavy look in her eyes. T'gar and Asaroth arrive at the lake shore after her, Mime flying in behind them after having chittered at them to come. She's lost in thought when he approaches, and he looks out over the lake before he greets with, "I didn't even get a bottle of wine. I should be hurt." Arms come to a fold across his chest. Jo stirs from her thoughts to steal a look his way as Tacuseth emerges from the lake to approach the little bronze. "Been takin' care of some shit," she says, no humor in her voice. "Kait'n them came after y'all fast enough. Yer a weyrlin' now. Ya can't drink anyway." "Yeah," Rat says, looking her way as some of that humor ebbs at her expression. "Far too many deaths in this Weyr. We didn't even cause them. Doesn't bode well for V'ret and me, does it?" Crouching, "H'vier's....was unfortunate," Jo says heavily, shaking her head. "The man never really did recover. I liked him." Brow raising, "Seems to me like everybody you like has a death sentence, boss," Rat doesn't mince words in his real Crom accent as he rocks on his heels back and forth. "It's almost impressive." "'Bout as impressive as me kickin' yer ass if ya keep talkin' to me like that, Rat," comes from Jo in a low growl, the warning evident as her emotions shut down from him. "I wouldn' talk so bold with-" she pauses to look at Asaroth, the little bronze currently locked into a staring contest with a watching Tacuseth. Rat looks over at his lifemate too with a grimace and a, "Yeah, well. He's got limbs and he can function just fine. Even if he is crazy in the head." Looking to the wingsecond, "He'll do well enough for us. Just like V'ret and Zoth." "V'ret and Zoth's not the ones that make me nervous," she voices as she returns to looking out over the lake. "Like that stunt ya pulled gettin' here from Greenfields. Now that yer one of us, can't have ya goin' rogue on me, Rat." Dark eyes seek out blue as she adds, "Ya heard how close we came to losin' a Weyrleader here. That's proof enough that our uncle's not above doin' what's necessary to tie up severed ends." The meaning is there through the telling she fabricates slightly, even if T'gar wasn't around for the incident. Rat looks non-plussed. "Awfully curious, that whole thing at the Crom gather," is his own counter as he peers over the lake as though he's hunting for something. "Maybe I'm the only one that noticed that the Monacoan bronzerider sounded awfully genuine in his protests to not killing that man." Jo is slow to turn her hard gaze on the weyrling, slowly straightening up to her full height from her crouch to face him in silence. When T'gar finds the convict bluerider staring him down, he cuts his gaze to hers unflinchingly. The silence lingers between them, both dragons and riders locked in staring contests in the silence intensifies. After the moment passes, Jo close the distance between them and lifts a hand to settle far too calmly on his shoulder like a fellow comrade. The smile that appears is tight as she looks up at him, but at least her words don't seem quite forced. "I'd really like for us to be friends, T'gar," she tells him, fervent in her desire. "We all gotta lot in stake with this place. The last thing we need is any divisions or rivalries amongst us. Even our family back home doesn' understand what all we really go through here. We're all we've got." Stepping closer, her grip on his shoulder tightening, but not painfully so, "Next to that defect of yers, we're all ya've got now. I want'cha to think 'bout that the next time ya start wonderin' 'bout things that don' concern ya." Rat listens, of course. Much of his humor is gone with Jo's firm grip on his shoulder, and the look he returns is an equally hard one. It's mutinous, the look in his eyes while she speaks, each word burning with an intensity before he simmers it to neutrality towards the end. The smile is quick to mask it all, along with him leaning forward as if to embrace her. Both hands rest on her shoulders as his mouth leans to her ear with a low, "I'm usually not friends with murderers. Old habit from my time serving, but," he leans away from her to grant her his asshole smile to grip her shoulders with a slight shake and his voice returning to normal levels, "being who my new relatives are now, I shouldn't be judging. After all, we all have shit to hide, don't we?" He releases her and takes a step back, her hand removing from his shoulder as he states with a nod, "I'm sorry. You're right. Takes me a while to get used to having people at my back. Let's not talk about deaths and rivalries. V'ret and I. What is it we do now?" Jo is stiff throughout the whole exchange - his touching her, the bold words being poured into her ear, and the quick turnaround at the end. There's fists at her sides now, and she notices that Asaroth has turned his stare on her now, too. Calming herself to neutrality with even words for him, "Survive weyrlin'hood." It's matter-of-fact. "Make sure that bond with yer dragon is tight. Yer gonna need it after. Don' get in so much trouble that it holds ya back or put ya on their radar, either. Even if that means keepin' yer damn mouth shut." Her dark eyes narrow a bit at the little bronze before she abruptly adds, "Strange thing. I 'spose even yer dragon had to be so...." She doesn't bother finishing that. She merely turns her gaze on Rat again and whistles a short command for Mime as she turns to make her departure. "Whatever you say, boss," comes from Rat. Where Jo was stiff, he remains easy and unshakeable. "You're welcome to visit me and my dragon anytime you like! You can even pet him around his mouth, too, next time. He likes that." It's all being tossed at her retreating back as the blue leaves with his rider, the weyrling pair left alone on the shore. |
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Alida (21:26, 31 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Rat might just become more of a liability. ;)
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