Logs:Hiding Things
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| RL Date: 13 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Leova |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo stops by with Tacuseth to check the recovery of his leg, and Leova's hand. |
| Where: Dragon Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Anvori/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, F'rint/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| It's snowing. Still. Newly-on-shift Leova crosses paths with her smirking subordinate, who passes her a few notes and then escapes... right before the greenrider comes around the corner. And stares. There's a, a, a snow-thing built in the middle of the floor. "Who the shell?" The blue pair land nimbly to the ground, the rumble from the dragon blowing a small gust of cold air as Jo drops down on her feet and hurries in from the weather. Her steps slow upon the sound of that familiar voice before she approaches the snow-thing at the middle of the floor, brows furrowing on it as she drops, "Redecoratin', darlin'?" Vrianth must be too busy, or else disinclined, to be apprising Leova of every little detail. The greenrider's chin lifts, and for all that Jo had voiced it as a question, "Did you do this?" And, "What is it?" Perhaps she's eyeing it from the wrong angle. "Would I gift ya with somethin', ya mean?" Jo seems to want to rephrase everything in her favor as she glances at her wingmate with a lopsided grin. "That obviously doesn' look to be my style. Ya deserve somethin' far finer than that. Whatever it is." Back on the thing on the floor, "Did'ja grate someone's ire, maybe?" she seems to suggest, seeming to take the 'gift' to be something sinister than good. "Yes," Leova immediately says, only to laugh as the bluerider continues. She rounds the thing, staring, and only then thinks to call over her shoulder, "Fleeta?" Echoes. Unless that's distant laughter? She cocks her head, then grimaces. "I shouldn't have. But these things happen." A little further around, then there's laughter of an entirely different sort, Leova's: "Oh, no, what an awkward place to leave a stick. I've half a mind to just let it melt here. Unless you want to kick it down?" Smirking just a bit, "Then I will gift ya with somethin' far more appropriate later," Jo seems to vow wryly, a hand briefly touching her own chest. Dark eyes fall on the thing as Leova circles, and she herself gives it a long study before she guesses dryly, "Perhaps it's someone's declaration of admiration? I can kick it down have ya be done with it." her black boot of one leg is even angling towards it, hr body turning in preparation to do just that. "It's the least I can do." A quick grin for the bluerider, and Leova backs up with a gesture towards the thing: "Don't let me keep you from destruction. In a good cause." She's tapping the toe of her boot, then giving an anticipatory swing, only a few inches' worth. "Doubt it. Anyhow. What brings you here? Because if it's Tacuseth, hope he'll come in instead of me going out there." The first swift kick crunches into the makeshift thing, toppling it before Jo lets loose with one more that has it easily defeated. She tosses her hair back before the thing is now forgotten. She turns a look outside, in which the blue dragon moves inside while she answers, "Long overdue follow-up, among other things. His leg's doin' much better, ya see." Dark eyes study Leova's face and what she could see of the woman as she adds, "Been meanin' to check up on ya as well, away from Glacier duties." "Excellent!" Leova applauds, even, though it's one hand slapping against her thigh. "Very dashing." But when Jo continues, she immediately tucks her other hand behind her, an unconscious reflex. Her eyes have widened a little, but that at least she must realize, for then they narrow again. "Have you." Then, awkwardly, "I'm glad his leg's doing better. That he didn't... overdo, and reopen them." Jo grins to Leova's enthusiasm, but when her hand that was injured is suddenly tucked away and she awkwardly continues, "Ya can check him and see, if ya like. He hasn' been complainin' like before, even since the flight, ya know." Yeah, there's really no awkwardness from her end here, though she is regarding the other now closely as she gestures with a hand towards the leg in question. Then, quietly, "I have," she returns to the other matter. "Things got pretty bloody back there. Don' want ya thinkin' I was avoidin' ya or anythin', Leova." Eyes drop towards where that hand went. "Good on him." But then, "I didn't think you were." Leova doesn't have to look up very far at all to smile at Jo, a quick one-cornered thing that soon lifts the other corner as well. "Please, don't worry about it. Me, anyhow. You really," and there's only the briefest pause, "helped." Thumbs hook into the pockets of her pants, shoulders hunching just a bit as Jo ticks off a nod to the first and states on the second, "Good. That's good." She even returns that smile, even though hers is more rakish. To the last though, the convict rider holds out one hand towards her as she says, "Can I see?" Invitingly, her tone gentled. Leova's by contrast standing straight, though that's par for the course with her, rather than making the most of what height she has. She eyes Jo. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing with that tone of voice." But it works, or something does, for then she gingerly reaches forward, palm down, so Jo can see. The back of her hand's got a few pink, healing lines across it, is all. But she's watching Jo with those amber eyes of hers, very closely. Keeping it gentled and smooth, "What ya think I'm doin', hm?" Jo drawls quietly, stepping forward so that her hand touches Leova's when it's drawn forward. Eyes meet her wingmate's as she adds, "Can a girl not see about a friend? A wingmate?" Dark eyes drop then to take in how the hand is healing, her head angling a little this way and that in the following silence between them. She seems to know she's being watched, but she's keeping her gaze flowing over those pink marks before she's had her fill and she asks, "How's it been with it? And I do. Worry. But it looks like it's mendin' on the surface, at least." "You sound like you're talking to a runner," Leova says, darkly. But she doesn't seem to mind enough to retreat, at least not until Jo's looked over what she shows her. Then she sticks her hand behind her back again, and while someone unacquainted would likely miss the subtle relaxation in her shoulders... this is Jo. Her wingmate, at the least. "Getting better. Have exercises to do. The wrist was the worst of it, really, once things closed up. And oil doesn't hurt it, not now, so Vrianth's pleased." She hesitates, then adds, "Relatively." "Yer no runner," Jo points out breezily, with a cheeky smile to join. "It was suppose to draw ya to me in comfort. I could try other more aggressive means, if ya like?" This is Jo. Once the hand is tucked away once more, her own hand drops and she regards every nuance from the other woman with open study as she speaks. "Relatively," she echoes the very last, a brow lifting in prompt to that. Eyes do flow over the rest of her as she adds, "And the rest of ya? Mine are healin' really well but I only got it in the arms and legs." She says it in a way that those cuts were an easy brush off, compared to what's seen on the rest of her body. Leova plays at tossing her head as though it were a mane, winter-grown-out hair ruffling. And snorts. Though she does smile, after. "Quite all right," she declines, but she's also smiling all over again, at least until Jo gets on with her examination. "Mm. Glad to hear yours are going all right. Didn't get anything... vital. Don't think Tac would have gone for that none." Then, "Things still going all right with Taikrin, you think?" Arms come to a fold now across her chest as Jo regards Leova's tossing of her head and her smile matching her own to that first bit. In her usual suggestive tease, "In case ya change yer mind," is all she says to that, and when the greenrider shortens her dragon's name seemingly for the first time, it's noticed with an amused brow raise from the bluerider. "Tac seems to find bein' by Vrianth's side well through his over-protectiveness," she notes, and then with the last she tacts on after a brief pause, "I wager they are. I've heard no rumblin's save the usual ones, and no one's challenged her claim, nor Brieli's. Her rise ended far quieter than I expected." Head angling down with a look going Leova's way, "What do ya say of it?" "Right," says Leova with much of her usual amusement, all don't-hold-your-breath: that part of it's back to normal, then. "Been glad to have him distracting her some, especially before we got to go back. Good to be back, for all that it hasn't been that long. As for the rest," and she's got a one-shouldered shrug, after which she glances briefly towards the ceiling before returning her attention to Jo. "Haven't heard anything different. Nice for things to be, hm. Quiet. I'd say, hope it lasts, but then I'd have to find wood to knock on." Back to normal, for Jo's all laughter with her usual bravado, moving on since she seems convinced that Leova is truly okay. "Found myself grounded a few nights here and there because of him," she comments on the blue, throwing a look over her shoulder towards him. I'm thinkin' Vrianth will kick him from her ledge eventually, and soon." On the last, that gets her usually casual, "A little chaos in a place is a good thing, I think. Shakes things up, shows ya who to trust, who not to. Shows ya who's got the hairy balls and who doesn'. Can' find that out when it's quiet all the time. I doubt it will last, I agree," she moves on to say a bit more evenly. "I've got their backs, but someone's goin' to challenge Taikrin eventually, thinkin' they're savin' tradition for tradition's sake. Just hope I'm around in case she needs someone's ass kicked." "You're thinkin' that, or you're wantin' that? Or both." Leova lets her singsong version of the other woman's voice drop with that second sentence, her lopsided smile the only initial reaction to that chaos. "Reckon she'll want to do the ass-kicking herself, but you never know. Anyhow. Likely the... F'rint's just as glad he stepped down, nobody staring too closely at his balls, hm? There should be a lineup, really. All that snow, it got to be good for something. " With a low rumble of amusement, "When he's smitten, he's impossible," is all Jo says on Tacuseth, sending the watching blue one of her looks that could be borderline fond. There's an amused snort on the account of F'rint though, the bluerider briefly inkling her head as she states, "That was unexpected, at least to me. A hard ass, but I rather liked the man. Looks like a lot of the wings were affected from the chaos, though." There's a glint in her eyes on the last spoken, brows furrowing a fraction as she prompts, "What, like a snowball fight? Cuz, I could be into that. I can agree on the lineup. Perhaps there is one, and they're biding their time." Leova glances over the bluerider's shoulder as though she could see too. "Think so too," she says of F'rint. "'Snow-ball fight.' Think they'd be lucky, then, if it's only rocks in the center 'stead of anything more vulnerable... But. Tacuseth. Know you said he's doing all right, and I might have taken the odd peek unofficial-like," when he was visiting, "but still. Like to see it with my own eyes, and then I won't keep you from there. Ask him if he'd come in?" There's a grunt as Jo turns to make eye contact with her blue, who comes ambling in further, right up to Leova for inspection as she says, "Well, I can' talk, darlin'. I'm of the company where fightin' dirty's permitted if it gets ya the outcome ya want." But then, Jo's ways are probably well known to Glacier by this point. Still her gaze lingers on her wingmate for a moment before she tacts on while she lets the other poke and prod her dragon, "How's that weyrmate of yers doin', anyway?" "Little too tired to try and sound shocked, but next time I can pretend if you want," Leova teases, but her smile is for Tacuseth, offering a hand to rub against his jaw before she rounds the blue for a better look... and, yes, some poking. Nothing out of the ordinary, mind. "Mm. He's... feeling a little better about things, I reckon. Fewer fights in the Snowasis lately, so that's a benefit. It happens in the best of Turns, but breaking things and people, don't want too much of that." She hesitates. Still looking at the dragon, "Or did you mean my hand." "Please do," Jo is easy to quip right back on pretending, the smile for Leova cheeky but no less momentarily genuine while Tacuseth presses his head into the offered hand that rubs his jaw. Then, when she answers her on her weyrmate, "Both," the bluerider's quick to answer, her crooked amusement bare, "but I was curious to see which of it ya would answer first." Pause. "It's good to hear, that he's well. I'm sure he was concerned himself, on top of runnin' the bar." Concerned about what, she doesn't need to say as she studies where Leova does. "Mm." It's agreement, rather than anything more noncommittal. "Anyhow." The dragonhealer cues Tacuseth to flex here, to stretch there, and then, "Reckon you're right, clean bill of health. Just glad to see for myself." Vrianth's been a warm presence in the periphery, but now she questions, « Does your rider worry less? Tacuseth. Or does it not show. » Her rider leans in, rubs at Tacuseth's hide with the flat of her good hand before stepping back. Murmured, "Stay out of trouble, you." Tacuseth's warm presence is there, touching and invading and his answer comes to the fore quickly. « Less. Not gone, but my girl is good at hiding it unless she feels yours can accept that she can feel so. » If he even makes sense. The blue was never the eloquent sort. And then meanwhile, the blue is flexing as bidden while Jo looks on, nodding a few times once it's announced that her dragon was truly recovering well. "Thanks," she gives, her lopsided grin easy. It seems to mean for more than the check up, by her tone. "And I'll keep him so." There's laughter, a comet-trail of electric sparks: « I meant, about you. Tacuseth. » But that is... helpful... too. « They do like to hide things. » Vrianth doesn't hide, not about this, not the warm space she's curled up into. There's room, for now. Perhaps not for long. As for her rider, "Any time. Good flying, Jo." She backs up a few easy steps to give dragon and rider room, and then heads back to her counter, not without a quick over-the-shoulder smile partway along. And if, behind that counter, Leova finds herself rubbing the fine network of lines across her far-more-scarred palm... she does so gently. And she doesn't look. She can hide things, too. Draconic amusement touches Vrianth's mind, Tacuseth's being firm and yet gentling at the same time. « She has many things to worry about, » he reveals, though perhaps some of his amusement does vanish upon sentiment. « She hides some...but I find them out one by one. » He's as confident as his rider, it seems. Of course, his touch lingers in a way to suggest that he will be joining her soon, later that night, as Jo watches Leova with her curious little smile in place, the nod in farewell given as she states, "And you, Leova. Let me buy ya a drink sometime." With that, she and Tacuseth are heading back out into the cold elements, the convict rider's grin lingering in her wake before the pair is truly gone. |
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Brieli (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 14 Mar 2013 16:09:30 GMT.
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Awkward Leova is entertaining.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 14 Mar 2013 20:01:24 GMT.
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Huh. Leova? Being awkward? Now that is different, isn't it? Jo's as fun as ever. ^^
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