Logs:Still Wingless
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| RL Date: 10 March, 2016 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Telavi take a trip away to catch up on both new and old times (and gossip). |
| Where: Nerat Bay, Nerat |
| When: Day 26, Month 3, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions, C'ris/Mentions, C'wlin/Mentions, E'sren/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Lys/Mentions, Mielline/Mentions, N'hax/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, R'hin/Mentions, Silva/Mentions, Sybile/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Yesia/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions, Zianarius/Mentions |
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| As lovely as it is to a High Reaches rider or two, there on the shore of Nerat Bay, even a Telavi recumbent upon a fluffy towel can't help but sniff the air once in a while: carefully, gingerly, but making sure. "You never know," she says to her companion, "the wind could change." No one still really knows what Jo gets up to these days, but it seems today she's out and about in Nerat with Telavi should anyone asks. Settled with knees up on her own towel, the smell doesn't seem to bother her since she says back, "Try livin' with it for most yer childhood, darlin'. Ain' nothin' but home to me when gotta big stable 'bouts," she adds with a chuckle. "Ugh," Telavi says, but fondly. Look at them: actually in the place they'd claim to be if those questions really did come up. "I didn't, and it's too late for me. Though," she reconsiders, "weyrling dragons are probably worse? Meat-eaters and all. Or weyrling dragons who go next to the pens. Pass me a drink?" Her wooden cup, it's so-sadly empty. "Ya get used to it?" is Jo's guess - she hasn't winced yet. "Though, dragons could be worse, yeah. Feedin' 'n thicktail'n all that. Speakin' of," one would presume not about thicktail, as she leans away to grab the juiceskin and waves it over. "Betcha glad yer done with the weyrlins', right?" This time, the ugh might have half a dozen syllables, so drawn out is it over that thicktail; then comes a wiggle, though, a wriggle. Bright Tela-eyes peek over; a long-fingered Tela-hand snags the juiceskin and with the aid of its mate, pours. She does top it off a little from her flask, but once both caps are back in place, "So glad. I mean, they're fun in a way? 'Ya get used to 'em,'" has a distinctly teasing rhythm, even as it's flavored with Jo's own accent. "Or... maybe you don't. I noticed you didn't take any, this time." Taking the skin back with an amused snort and opting for her own produced flask, "Fun how? Mindin' 'em seems to keep ya from havin' any fun, way I see it," Jo notes wryly to her. As for her wing not tapping any, there's a shrug from the wingsecond before she answers, "Wasn' that surprised, after Snowdrift took a big chunk o'the last class. I see Taiga'n Glacier took on some this time when they didn' the last. Guess it's only fair, right?" She takes a liberal drink. "I wouldn't say that," comes with a curling little smile, but Telavi doesn't yet elaborate, not when she can crow. "Look at you. Fairness! Tradeoffs. Jo, the all-mighty wingsecond, happy about taking turns. I think, though..." she pauses, a little pause, "I think you," presumably Mielline in real life, but all Jo here, "just didn't want them enough. Not one." "Nah, that's Mielline talkin'," Jo says on fairness, ticking a wink off at Telavi. "She's always spoutin' 'bout somethin'. Good folks do that. As for what I wanted....now, Tela, ya know I ain' in charge of that wing," and she pins her with a mock-stern look. "If she didn' want to be interested, who am I, right? As for me, myself, ehh. Who was I honestly gonna choose, really?" she asks her. "Though I think that Silve girl had potential. Maybe Lys. In the end, I think they all got tapped right." "I don't know..." Telavi teases, all faux-deadpan and nowhere near the real thing. "I think Mielline and her ways might be growing on you, Jo." She has such a pretty smile for being pinned and, despite her earlier assertion, a flicker of pleasure in blue-today eyes for those names. "I hope so," is all the more sincere for how she can't resist, Sssilva... does she make you think of Yesssia?" "Not by a long shot," Jo is quick to counter on Mielline growing on her, but there's a grin to accompany it. "I suppose somethin's growin' on me if I'm still there," she adds on being a wingsecond still, shrugging as she drinks. "Maybe I just like the rank so much." Hearing Yesia's name earns Telavi a look that has little heat as she leans back on hitched elbows. Shaking her head, "Yesia's much nicer than her, I hear," she says to that. "Which, is sayin' somethin'. What 'bout you? Back to yer wing now, right? More time to see K'zin. Bet he'd love that." That dimple comes out to play for the countering, it does indeed; "Mmm," Tela says for the comparisons, and she might even start in on niceness and reputations but-- it's not the tiniest of shudders, and nothing like deliberate. "You know I don't have a wing," she says very quietly. "It's," he's, "gone." They're gone. "Ya never gotten into--?" Jo looks momentarily confused despite the quietness - he's gone, indeed. After a moment's pause, "Ya never chosen another." It's more a statement than a question. The greenrider glances down, shoulders not-quite-wiggling, a small bare movement. "I hadn't had to," she says. Choose. Be chosen. "The clutch, the clutches hatched. I've been helping out Quinlys..." and her tone rushes into lightness, "Have you seen her? She's almost done, you know, she's all waddly in a cute way, and I keep having to run for more salve for the itching, and," so on and so on. "An interestin' predicament," Jo says to Telavi managing that feat, interest there in her dark gaze. "One I imagine won' keep much longer, then. Perhaps ya can join Snowdrift." As for the weyrlingmaster herself, she shakes her head but once before frowning a bit. "I've seen her in passin'," she admits. "I take it she's pregnant? I'm not one for much on current events'n I don' really know her. I trust it's goin' well, then." "It's what I wanted first," Tela says in a muted voice, and the glance she slides Jo from beneath her lashes hasn't flirtation in it; Quinlys is easier, Quinlys is much more fun. "Here I thought you blueriders were such a club," she says more lightly. "C'ris, she's with C'ris," 'with,' "who rides for Frostbite? All sorts of blue." "Then ya should look into it," Jo suggests easily. "I'm sure K'del could let slide in one more. Or have Mielline." She laughs on there being a bluerider club before she wryly states, "Mmm, ya'll know before I do. I don' typically hang with blueriders, to be honest. Not any reason for my own doin'. I think I've met a C'ris once, though. Really nice guy? Sybile tells me lots of folks gettin' knocked up 'round here. Been makin' sure I ain' one of 'em." Tela crinkles her nose-- Mielline, old history there-- but doesn't demur, lashes lowering; "Very nice," she agrees when she looks up. "Awfully nice," and this nose-crinkle is different, "Inhumanly nice? Except for that time where, well, poor K'zin. Making him think that he was the father. Imagine." "Don't tell me someone like him's gotta temper," Jo says on C'ris with a raised brow. "I'd have to see it to believe it, darlin'. Some men just aren' capable of such'n there's women out there that love'em for it. Why poor K'zin?" Telavi gives her a look, a brow-up look, "Name a woman," she challenges her, and there go the dimples again. Except, "Oh, with his father not being his father-- which is still just for you, no gossiping-- and he's never wanted kids and, and it was awkward," to understate. "Name a woman that likes too-nice men? And woman that likes to be in control of their relationships," Jo says, grinning. "I used to have a best friend back in Keogh that liked being in control. Pretty she's with some pushover, all handfasted." And then, ah. Jo has that moment once Telavi clarifies on K'zin. Something said gets her to nod and ask, "So, ya wouldn' want any kids with him yerself? No desire?" "Oh, when you put it that way!" Telavi goes so far as to pfft teasingly at Jo, as though that's hardly fair. "It sounds boring. Maybe that's the too-part? One girl's 'too nice' is another's 'just nice enough.' But if she's happy," Tela can gracefully extend her arm, fingers wiggling just so, to go along. Until, "What does that have to do with C'ris pulling that, Jo? I'm careful," mostly careful, "not to. I wouldn't want him to be all 'ugh' about having one, and it's just as well. Why, do you think that now I've seen Quinlys, I'll want to pop one out myself? You know I don't like to copycat," her smile positively impish by now. Jo snorts. " 'Too nice' ones won' like me," she notes on that matter, laughing. "I'd do too many things to get on their nerves. Is K'zin very nice?" As for children, there's an easy shrug on that matter before she answers, "Dunno. I think ya'd be a pretty good ma'. Maybe not now, but, later, right?" "No? You never know," Telavi teases more. "Look at Quinlys," as though the blueriders were comparable. "K'zin is not too nice. Once in a while just on the edge, teetering," she wiggles her toes now as though they were curling over the top of the edge, "and-- but mostly just right. I just don't know about later, Jo. Can you see me, babe to breast, murmuring about kitchy-ums and widdle toesies and ooh, who filled his diaper, brave, brave boy?" The glance from beneath her lashes suggests that Jo had better not. "Well, Z'ian was nice," Jo considers with a slight shrug, "but even he had an edge to him. Or well, I had brought it outta him. He ain' C'ris, darlin'n Quinlys ain' me." Beat. "Though I can certainly appreciate her assets from afar," she has to add to that. Telavi's last though, that has her laughing outright with barky-type sounds that could draw attention from anyone near. Slapping her knee before she shoulder-nudges the greenrider," Okay, yeah, ya got me," she says through the laughter. "Don' ever talk like that again or I'd have to spank ya right in front of yer man. Fine, fine, ya'n I would be sittin' in rockers, tradin' ol' war stories with no brats around to get in the way. K'zin, too. I mean, as long as he's on the same hide as you. 'Least I don' have to worry 'bout it. Maybe not ever." "Ish," Telavi qualifies of her former wingleader, but hers is not an unqualified nose-crinkle to go with it. What is unqualified is her smile at the addition, given Quinlys' current glory-- even before Tela laughs. "Oh, you would not," the very-much-a-greenrider dares to assert, peeking bright-eyed at Jo over the rim of her cup, but it's a passing thing because after her next sip, "What do you mean, you don't have to worry about it, though? Sworn off men? Surely you're not at that time of life already? Have you been growing hairs in odd places?" This deserves another peek, just in case, particularly at the end of Jo's nose. "He couldn' have possibly've been mean to ya," Jo notes on Z'ian as she takes a drink. "Not that he didn' like supplyin' opinions when he wanted. I think few were on his badside while he was here." As to her swearing off of anything and anyone, there's a light snort to that as she drinks from her flask again. "Ain' swearin' off anyone," she tells her easily. "Been awhile since I've really been with a man. That'n I'm not so Weyr-bound like y'all lot. Places to Between to, things to do that need doin'. All that. Gonna make sure the next man that has me ain' dyin' on me, too." Beat. "Ya grow hair in weird places if yer ain' fuckin' a man?" Yes, that's exactly what Jo heard, frowning at it. "You don't think imposing his will on mine, just because he was the wingleader and the Weyrleader was mean? It was very mean!" Telavi may have reformed in a few senses of the word, but she still has hot and cold running histrionics on tap when she wants. "Jo! He was acting like it was his job to make decisions or something instead of just letting me pick my wing!" Her hair is more than long enough to toss, and she does, though Jo's imaginary hair might be too, the way Tela's staring so very wide-eyed at the bluerider now. "I think ya were one of the few that could handle it," Jo says on the bronzerider with a chuckle. "Woul'ja prefer bein' in K'del's wing to his, darlin'?" While Telavi stares at Jo's hair, Jo is looking right back at Telavi's hair. Telavi will not be mollified. Will not. There might be a teeny bit of dimple, though, right before she flips her hair again. Which... gets to be right before she pinkens at the bluerider's suggestion, only to pale. Leaving their current Weyrleader out of it, "I just wanted Snowdrift, then. Was that so hard? You say 'one of the few,' I like to hear 'one of the few,' but remember that there were oodles of other weyrlings, too," she points out, where the number of the counting shall be three. "Would'ja still want Snowdrift?" Jo asks now, studying her as she speaks in slight seriousness. "Now? With me there? Ya said ya don' have a wing'n if yer really wanted, I'm sure I could 'least talk Mielline into seein' 'bout getting' ya on. I wouldn' worry 'bout one of the few, since Z'ian's long gone south. I'm interested in seein' whatcha lookin' at in yer future." "I..." Telavi nibbles at her lip. "Your being there would be a good thing," she can say quickly enough. "May I think on it, Jo? Things... have changed so, and I haven't really been thinking about what I'd want, though I do know I don't want to flip-flop. Well, back to Quinlys yes, but not for the not-Quinlys things. So maybe if you'd say something nice in passing but save yourself the talking into, for now?" She's rosy-cheeked, blue-today eyes bright, and surely not solely from the doctored juice of which she has another quick sip. Nodding, "I'll say somethin' nice," Jo says, seeming to understand. "Ain' gonna force ya. Just, could be useful, ya know? Now with Quinlys pregnant'n all. 'N 'course, I'd be fine to have ya. The wing ain' bad, though, it ain' Glacier either. Part of me thinks Glacier might be more yer style, but, that's yer decision to make." She takes a quick drink then before stoppering the flask finally. "Well, somethin' to think 'bout when ya can," she says. "A 'rider should have a wing. I mean, if I have to be in one, then it's hardly fair that you're gettin' a pass." Jo, with ulterior motives. No surprise. There's a little gasp. "Glacier?!" Tela exclaims. "Why?" And then-- she's giggling, with a shake of her finger at Jo. Naughty Jo. "Glacier," Jo repeats, a touch wry, "'cause ya don' rock the boat. Azaylia was like that, too. Glacier needs the boat-stillers just as much as the boat-rockers like me. Beyond that, Taikrin's a good wingleader. She won' get in yer way'n would likely let ya still pursue whatever weyrlin'master stuff yer doin'." Innocent Jo looks innocent, at least. "But they're so butch," Telavi complains, the tilt of her brows just daring Jo to argue, even if the curve of her lips is very close to impish again. Impish, then vaguely unsettled, as though she hasn't decided to be offended: her, a boat-stiller? "I'm not. And Taikrin... the rest of them... it feels like Solith would get glowy and I'd get swarmed. Not that Corabith isn't blue but it's not the same? Alida might have my back, for at least the first five minutes," and then out come the dimples, implying longer for a different reason. "What, so ya think I'm butch?" Jo snorts and shakes her head to that in humor. "That don' matter. Azaylia wasn' butch'n she was just fine there. 'N ya'd get swarmed no matter what wing ya end up in. Greens make it out well, darlin'. I think yer quite used to bein' wingless is what. Shit, if no one's noticed all this time..." Telavi was better off, the wingsecond seems to suggest without saying. Telavi promptly flutters her lashes at the bluerider; maybe it's all relative! "We do," Tela will admit for the most part, secreting away a smile. "And... we'll just see. It hasn't been so long, and there's Quinlys. We'll see! Maybe I'll just pop up sometime." She arches her back and leans into the towel, stretched right down to her toes before she relaxes with a sigh. "Tell me more about Snowdrift and your mighty powers," is a request that could last a while. "Mmhm," is all Jo says on the first, eyeing the greenrider with some bordering amusement for those responses. After a while, "Yep, come by. I could always use a friendly face there." And then, there's topic of Snowdrift itself - or rather, Jo's role in the wing - before the wingsecond in question chuckles at the playful request and starts off with a wry, "Well. My mighty powers usually extend towards gettin' my hands on the free booze that Mielline keeps..." Well, she could be lying. Really, she could be, but one thing Telavi can be sure about at least is that Jo's rendition of wing dynamics will be entertaining. |
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Alida (03:02, 20 March 2016 (PDT)) said...
Of course Alida would have your back, Tela! They're clutchmates! Well, until Ilicaeth got SUPER-serious about maneuvering to catch Solith for the first time. He's got a little burr in his saddle about that. ;)
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