Logs:Officially Unofficial
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| RL Date: 26 March, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Sabella |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo offers to be Sabella's unofficial mentor. |
| Where: Records Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 5, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions |
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| Since Mime was still too young and not trained enough to send messages, Jo had her Tacuseth send a brassy call to Ghislaith for her weyrling rider-to-be to drop by where Jo was. Jo was sitting at one of the tables, pouring over maps of the local area. Sybile was standing by her side, looking down with a faint note of curiosity - even though she was in the process of finishing up some sort of verbal report. "...rather miss how things used to be for me," she could be heard saying, affecting a rather bored tone. "Not that I regret my darling outside. I miss...getting about." The black leathered bluerider rolls one map up and sends the blue weyrling humored look before she drawls, "Trust me, I know. Ain' fun bein' cooped up, but, it'll pass. Keep yer head down and yer hands occupied until ya can. Think I might send Kait yer way with somethin' for ya to do, when ya finish yer duties." "If you're bored that's just because you're too boring to think up something to keep you interested." Sabella is here everyone. Ghislaith probably was about as friendly with Tacuseth as she is with anyone else. The door cracked open enough to hear the message and then abruptly shut, not leaving time for small talk. The green weyrling slips into the records and gives the other girl an innocent smile despite the barb, leaning her back against one of the shelves. "You were looking for me, Jo?" She directs to the bluerider, arms sliding across her chest. When Sabella enters with her sort of greeting, Sybile is giving her a scathing glare. "As opposed to you," she returns coolly, bringing herself to her full height, "chasing after boys all day?" As if she knows something. She turns to Jo abruptly with a brief, "I better return to him," and then she's heading out of the room, right on the heels of Jo's "Did'ja steal somethin' from her back home or somethin'?" Dark eyes seeks out Sabella then, and she straightens up from the small mess of maps on the table. "Yeah," she says on looking for her. "Thought I'd check in on ya. Been a little while, hasn' it? And, I've got a proposition for ya." "It's called being personable, I'm sorry if that concept is lost on you." Sabella responds evenly, seemingly unconcerned with the way the other girl draws herself to her full height. Color her not impressed. Her posture remains casually relaxed as the weyrling exits. The greenriders expression shifts quickly to something much more deeply amused. "Maybe I stole one of her boyfriends? It's hard to tell sometimes, since it would seem I have so many." That comes with a quick roll of her eyes, smile crooked. "It has been awhile. I haven't seen you since the hatching night when you rushed off. Is the proposition you giving me the marks you owe me for my impression?" She asks teasingly. Jo seems to be amused by the barbs being thrown, and the woman says in return since Sybile hightailed it out of there, "Nothin's wrong with havin' many, darlin'. Male or otherwise. She could just be jealous, but, I have a feelin' loosenin' her up would prove far too much the challenge." Laughing at that, she gestures for Sabella to sit as she adds, "Yeah, I haven' had much time since the hatchin' feast. But yer holdin' up okay? I don' think yer one of the ones I have to worry about," and she eyes Sabella speculatively to make sure her own statement rings true. "Canie, certainly, and sometimes that one that just huffed outta here. Naw, but not ya." Her smile grows when the impression is brought up, the bluerider giving a long-suffering sigh before she dips into her jacket once she opens the front and pulls free a little purse. "Ya did do well," she acknowledges wryly, "and yer certainly a Greenfields girl if the first thing to come outta yer mouth upon a reunion is where's yer payment." She counts the right amount before she holds them out for her to take as she adds, "But no. That's not the proposition I'm talkin' about." "I think she's just boring and uptight." Sabella concludes with an easy roll of her shoulders, she's not so concerned with her exiting clutchmate clearly. "I've been..." She shakes her head then, not quite able to bring herself to the gloss over for Jo. "It's difficult. Ghislaith is intrusive and nosy. She pokes and prods at things that I try to keep tucked away from her. She does it a lot when I'm asleep, I've been having terrible nightmares. And I can't- I can't talk to anyone about them. In there." Not if she wants to continue to look normal and with the same program as everyone else. "Canie has been fine. A little bratty since I won't let her lift anything not nailed down, but." With a smug smile, Sabs counts the marks quickly and slips them into the pocket of her jacket. Tucked away safe. "I'm a working girl, I never forget a deal made that results in me making money. What's the actual proposition?" "Better hope she drops the 'borin' and stays uptight," Jo quips in her amusement. "She's a Greenfields girl, too, and we're gonna need that when ya'll can leave the Weyr." Then Sabella speaks about her dragon - and the very thing that hits them all at this stage. She nods a few times with understanding in her eyes, stating evenly, "Shit. Most of them ain' so bad with all that, but certain ones....Ghislaith's one of them huntin' types, eh? Thinks she's gotta know everythin'?" Shaking her head and looking to the maps, "Tac was pullin' the same thing on me, messin' my head up and makin' me think of things I didn' wanna think about. Confront them on it, and then they'll wanna know why. Like rabid felines on a runner, they are with yer head." She snorts. "And yer more vulnerable in her sleep, darlin'. Likely why she's hittin' ya at that time with it. Gonna have to distract her away from it. Learn how to block early. Sounds like she's found some nasty shit on ya, huh?" and she looks at her for confirmation of that fact. She smirks a bit on Canie, commenting dryly, "She'll lift the Weyrlingmaster if she could. Glad yer lookin' out for her, Sabs. Last thing we need is her gettin' in trouble, and havin' that all somehow lead back to us." She studies the other as though marks are counted, and the words to accompany those earns her a pleased, "Stick with me, and there may be more where that came from. That's why I wanted ya to come by." Leaning back, "What ya think about me becomin' a mentor to ya? Unofficial or not? I know ya got one already, but, they ain' gonna teach ya like I could. They ain' gonna teach ya what I could." "Sybile is only not boring when someone gives her something to do, otherwise she hangs around and plays cards and acts tough." Sabs pulls a chair away from the table and slips into it, dropping one of her elbows down and leaning her chin into her palm. "I can keep her out of there most of the day. She wants me to reconcile with the past or something, I don't know. I'd rather not reconcile anything and just move on, it's hardly worth it to dig up some old hurts." The question of confirmation has her glancing away, "Yeah, she found something alright." She shifts uncomfortably in the chair and tips her chin up. "Anyway. It's no problem, she's a good girl. I like having her around." The gaze that has moved off, drags to the exit and then to Jo, finally returning. "They've assigned me a mentor already. It's an older greenrider from one of the wings. She seems nice." Of course, the bluerider has mentioned that this could be unofficial. "Are you working with the others too? What are you going to teach me?" "Sybile don' gotta be tough," Jo says, rolling up another map. "She know it. She ain' like us." Turning to the talk of their minds with their dragons, "Maybe it's just too soon," she says on the past and reconciliation. "Let her know that. Ain' nothin' ya can do about any of it now, anyway, what with yer stuck to the Weyr. Impress that on her and it could buy ya some time until ya learn to block her better." Apparently, these are the sorts of tactics she's been pulling on her own blue, with the easy way she gives it. Settling towards the proposition now, she nods about the one already assigned,, stating, "Nobody has to know about me, and if they do, well, they just do. I'm not offerin' this to the other girls," she adds in answer about Canie and Sybile. Even Telavi. "Not around here all that much, as ya can see. Think ya got potential though, so I'm askin' ya. Don' gotta take me on. Just an offerin' from one kin to another." That last question earns her a lopsided grin and a wry, "Stuff ya goin' to need out there-" outside the Weyr, "-and the weyrlingmasters ain' gonna tell ya. Teach ya what's taught over at Greenfields, and then some. Fightin', weapons, gatherin' information to be sent home....advice, too. I've gotta lot of that," she adds with the flash of a smile. "Anythin' other things ya wanna know and they don' teach ya. Y'can take on Canie, teach her what ya learned if ya like." "You always have to be tough. It doesn't matter who you are." Is Sabella's rejoinder. The talk of the past obviously puts the greenrider into a bad place and she shifts again uncomfortably. "I don't think that it'll ever be time to think about it. But I suppose a little white lie won't do much damage in this circumstance, if I'm lucky she'll forget about some of it for awhile." She falls into silence as she listens to the rest of Jo's proposition. There might be some hints of pride when it becomes known that she's not offering it to the others. Eventually speaking again, "It would be better if other people thought we didn't know each other from before. I don't have a past. Better to grow into knowing each other publicly." In other words, it doesn't hurt them that Jo isn't around quite so much. "I learned some of that from Zuman, when I first started spending time at Grathon's. But I... was better at other things. So I did them instead. I'd like to learn more." There's an interest there, certainly as her mouth begins to curve into a smile once more. "Ya can be clever," Jo quips, clearly talking about Sybile. She can tell something in Sabella's past if eating her, but she doesn't press. "Most dragons are good at forgettin' shit," she agrees there, nodding. "She won' know the difference." She looks pleased to hear the next - about them not knowing each other from Greenfields - and goes to tuck the writing stylus above one ear as she says, "That's why I'm offerin' this to ya. Ya got somethin' the others don'. It's also why I've been keepin' my meetin' ya for these reports infrequent. I've got a bit of heat on me since the hatchin' feast, and I don' want it passin' onto ya'll." Those things Sabella talks about, Jo's taking that to mean she's interested and she gives a genuine smile her way. "We'll get right on that," she vows, nodding. "We'll get ya strong. Could help out with Ghislaith, too, if needin' it. So, good. I think this will work out pretty well for us." "It's not everything." Being clever. There's a tension that eases out of Sabs' shoulders when the subject isn't further pressed on and she doesn't do anything to prompt further questioning. She closes her palm and props her chin up now with the closed ball of her fist. "That hatching feast was something else. Did you know that she was going to tell everyone that?" She inquires curiously before adding, "That guard weyrling, Alida. She was snooping around with questions about it the other day at the little party. Seeing if anyone knew anything." Her shoulder lifts, it might be something. It might be nothing. "Alright, I like the sound of that. When do you think that we'll meet again or is it a when you're able to?" Inclining her head, "I agree," Jo says, wry. "It's not." She seems to fervently believe that. The topic of the hatching feast gets a hand absently rubbing over her face as she gets up and gathers the rolled up maps into her arms. "No, I didn'," she answers on knowing, moving the short distance to put them away. "But I didn' much care what she revealed. I'm willin' to back her," though, she doesn't give a reason why. "Alida was askin' around?" She looks over her shoulder at Sabella, that news being filed away. "Wonder why. She didn' seem to have much of anythin' to say long before when I asked her about it." So it was certainly newsworthy. She turns now to face the weyrling on the question of how often they meet, and the bluerider answers promptly with a shrug, "Gonna depend. When I'm able to, definitely. Could swing twice a month - sort of thing, but don' quote me on it. There's always somethin' need doin' beyond the Weyr. But I'm not lettin' a month go by without seein' ya at least once, alright?" That Jo didn't know what was about to be revealed or that she didn't care much either way, that's acknowledged by a quick nod of her head. More than likely information that's tucked away for future reference. "Alida doesn't have much of anything to say most of the time. That's probably why I remembered it. Maybe it doesn't mean much of anything?" Could be the other girl is merely curious. Sabs pushes the chair back then, slipping quietly to her feet. "That's more or less what I expected to hear. When you know that you're about to come by, have Tacuseth leave word with Ghislaith. Apologize to him for me in regards to her manners, too. They aren't always the best." She's apologetic for her nearly always silent dragon. "Maybe," Jo says on the guard weyrling. "Or that's what she wants ya to believe." Either way, "Might look into it when things slow down. Guards don' do much of anythin' unless they've got reason to," and it's obvious that this convict rider sees her as a guard first, then a weyrling second. Signalling an end to the meeting, she takes up the hides on the table as she says, "Once I get Mime trained, he'll be sendin' ya messages. Until then, Tac don' mind relayin' words to yer green." Pause. "Don' worry 'bout his feelin's, darlin'," she now gives on Tacuseth and manners, her smile rakish and bold. "He rather likes the greens that pose him a challenge. Ya best be getting' back, then," and she nods to the entrance as she steps away. "Catch ya around? We'll bathe our dragons together, or somethin'." "Who knows? She's strange. She threatened to break my face a few sevens ago." Nevermind that Sabella might have made some mention of Alida's clothes being man-ish. That's really only partially relevent to the story, right? The greenrider smoothes the lines of her jacket out as she begins to head to the door, not needing much more hint that this little meeting is over. "Bathe our dragons together? That sounds exciting." She teases with a slow smile. One hand is lifted and she wiggles the fingers, "That was a yes on the proposition, by the way." Just to make the unofficial thing officially unofficial. Without further words, she ducks out the exit. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 27 Mar 2013 19:40:16 GMT.
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Oh ho ho. It seems as though Jo has a protege of sorts. I'm curious as to what Sabella's secret is, though I have a few theories. It was an all around cool scene, very criminal-esque despite them not doing anything illegal... yet.
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