Logs:Restitution
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| RL Date: 27 March, 2015 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ilicaeth wants paybacks for the gall of having 'his' candidate snatched away from him. |
| Where: HRW: Lakeside |
| When: Day 10, Month 5, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Clear, warmer. |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Gretvyn/Mentions, Arvan/Mentions, Cron/Mentions, Terren/Mentions, Greta/Mentions, Gerta/Mentions, Giorgee/Mentions |
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| Given how social many dragons are, it doesn't take Ilicaeth long to hear the news off the draconic grapevine... all of a few hours after Rasavyth's search of Edyis. For awhile, though, the blue keeps his grumpiness over such strictly to himself...until the next morning, actually. And then - with a small lurch into his precious wall painting as the straw that breaks the camel's back - the gritty dragon vents in a rush of surliness to his lifemate. Give both dragon and women a few hours to think about things, and the best course of action (for Ilicaeth, anyway) is taken: a firelizard summons sent to Edyis the late afternoon after she's officially been a Candidate. Pyrite zips into the Candidate's quarters, buzzes around until she finds her second-favorite person, and then seeks to settle upon Ed's forearm, there to offer out one foreleg with a lminiature scroll case attached. Cheep! Edyis sighs when the gold finds her, holding her arm steady for the tiny creature to land and present her message. "Why do I get the feeling I am in trouble Pyrite?" She asks as she tugs free the message, scanning it briefly before issuing the mandatory affections required by such a visit. Moving arm to shoulder to invite the creature to a more stable perch as the former scribe makes her way out into the bowl. "Time to face the music." Indeed in trouble. The tiny (though neat) cursive message was simply: 'Ilicaeth wants your attention. Now. Lakeside. - A.' Not *her*, but the blue. For her own part, Pyrite simply croons at the affection she gets for a duty well-done, her perch moved to Edyis' shoulder at the prompt, the slightly-pudgy gold as careful as possible to keep her claws from digging into the candidate's skin...her wings slightly parted for balance. Churrrr. A few of Ed's fellow candidates might get the mistaken impression that the little queen looks to the not-Scribe, and make her life a little tougher over such, but enough of the people in there are Weyrfolk who at least understand the vaguarities of flit ownership and messages to shrug it off. When younger woman and 'lizard finally reach the lakeside - the sun warmer, air nearly still on this Spring day - it's to see Ilicaeth...sitting there, reared back on his haunches. Watching Edyis the whole way across the Bowl from moderately-spinning blue eyes that are touched here and there with transient flecks of orange. Alida is simply standing near the lake's edge in plain work clothing that's seen some better days, her sleeves rolled up to upper biceps, cut-off pants rolled into a sort-of board shorts look. Note the pile of dragon cleaning implements arranged neatly on one side of her. Edyis pats Pyrite absently, and if being the pet of Alida's pets gets her a little grief. So be it. The walk to the lake, as much as the reared blue gets a squint of scrutiny. "I have reported all of my injuries and aside from missing a bout here and there because of travel, I've been good. Why do you two have your panties in a pinch?" Edyis asks, mostly of Alida since addressing the blue might be a little bit rude. Perhaps oddly, Alida isn't smirking, but neither is she cheesed-off. Instead, as the bluerider turns around to address Edyis, she's just a fraction put-out looking, something unreadable but different within green eyes. Cue a silent point to her lifemate, who rumbles low - a few more orange specks flitting around in his jeweled eyes with Ed's words - and slowly lowers his foreparts to the ground...which puts him not more than about 15 feet away from the candidate. Soon enough, his great head is lowered as well, so he can stare Edyis square in the eyeballs from about 5 feet away...and continue staring. His meaty, warm breath plays insistently over the not-Scribe, perhaps touseling her hair and garments. Big whirling eyes and massive blue paws cue the slow gulp from the scribe as hair and clothing get rumpled in that meaty smelling wind. "Ilicaeth, we discussed this. I taste terrible." Her voice an almost squeak. "I am also not sure what I did wrong?" Edyis adds, "Little help here Al?" Even as Alida takes some small pity on the not-Scribe and starts off with a low, clipped, "He's irked that..." Ilicaeth chimes in directly to both his rider *and* Edyis with his baritone, « Wash me. » The feeling Ed gets is *now*. Make it snappy...or so the frenetic swirl of his ocher colored, furnace-like sands scour out against the skin of her mind. Ahem...that's the vaguely surprised expression on the blonde's features when the blue dragon chooses to inform the other female directly of his 'wishes,' though 'lida continues with a laconic, "That Rasavyth chose ya." Beat. "Instead uv' *him*." The bronze's name is spoken rather frigidly, his blue brother lifting his upper lips just a little to partially expose one fang for an instant. Bad blood? Edyis goes as stiff as a block of wood at that mind touch. The feel of it just as unnerving as the first time she ever experienced it. It is only after the Rider speaks that Edyis starts rolling up her sleeves and pant legs. "Instead of him." She echoes looking to the blue now various emotions warring in her expression. There is a weight to the words, even as she grabs the largest of the brushes and bags of soap sand, wading out into the water. "I am sorry Ilicaeth, I don't exactly have control over what Ras thinks." A beat, "Should I have declined then?" It's definitely foreign - even if the blue's mind touch lasts only a fraction of a second - but the weight of it is like granite, especially since Ilicaeth's communique was 'based' off of sand. Sand, however, is ultimately dissolved rock...and the dragon does remind many of that element. Edyis' first words incite a pulling back of his head so that the blue can growl softly without (hopefully) scaring the piss out of the candidate, then move his bulk carefully over and into the lake's waters. The flick of his tail-tips might almost seem disdainful to the younger woman's mention of 'Ras.' The blue's again dually-hearable « Yes... » is superceded by Alida's instant, "No," which her dragon finds rather unacceptable, given his sudden eyeballing of her for a long moment. Huff. As she steps out with her own implements into the chilly waters to take up part of the dragon's washing, Alida mutters a firm, "He wanted ta get to ya first...but I held 'im back." Shrug, scowl. "Didn' want anyone sayin' we took advantage uv' our previous ties." Or perhaps she might not have wanted Ed associated with her, given her current bad odor at the Weyr? Her silence perhaps, says more than any words the scribe might utter. She wets the brush and uses it to wet the blue's hide, brows pulled together. "I am sorry. If it makes you feel better technically, I asked Irianke before saying yes." They aren't the words she had started to speak, but they have more comfort to them. "You wouldn't do that Alida." Take advantage, she must mean. There's no further communications of the mental kind from the irked blue, who's now slowly letting the bulk of his body descend into the waters so the Edyis and Alida can pay attention to his head and upper neck, first. Those faceted eyes seems to silently watch the women, even as Pyrite tries to alight on one of the blue's headknobs, and gets a low snort to warn her off. He's in no mood, right now. "He says it *still* should've been *him*..." Alida helpfully mutters as she steps up onto forepaw so she can stay out of the water while scrubbing a soapsanded brush across his eyeridges. Edyis' statement of certainty meets with a long, assessing look from the blonde, who wisely stays silent on the subject, and goes back to mollifying her lifemate. Soon, however, comes a low, "Why her?" Irianke. Edyis laughs, "Thrice searched, were I the kind to believe in omens I might be concerned about the bets I placed against impressing." Starting to work at the blue's nose with soft bristles and firm strokes. "I asked Aishani before, seems only polite to ask the pair to whom the clutch belongs. Besides, Irianke is interesting. I have a healthy respect for any woman with the gumption to cake H'vier." The grin comes not long after. "Supposedly third time's the charm..." Alida responds to Edyis around a lip-twist, not mentioning that she knows of a few people who Stood more than three times and never Impressed at all. As the womenfolk set about scrubbing away at the blue's hide (and more importantly, his bruised ego), Ilicaeth's eyes slow their speed, and the flecks of orange become fewer and fewer. They're still there, however...so, right now, neither Alida nor Edyis are off the hook by a long shot. He remains silent, aside from his breathing, and the subtle shifting of his body that assists the humans in keeping themselves upright. The blonde's nod of assent greets Ed's reasonings for speaking to Irianke, though she finally crooks a wicked little smirk at word of H'vier's caking. "That was *so* fuckin' sweet..." the 'rider notes with an obvious note of dark delight in her voice. "Don't say that, you will crush my plans to run away from the weyr and become a trader, traveling the world in the confines of a brightly painted wagon. Breaking hearts wherever I go." She half - jokes, working the brush in neat circles under the blue's jaw and nose. "I was sorry to miss it, not that he didn't have it coming. That man makes my skin crawl." There's only a bit of a ribald snort at first for Edyis' suggestion of caravan life suiting her, Alida finally amending, "Not physically, but too limiting," of such an existance. As for breaking hearts, the blonde finds herself silently considering something, and then quietly inquiring of the candidate, "Find anyone...interesting while you were off playin' Trader?" The way 'interesting' is given a slightly-more than casual inflection might have Ed wondering what the bluerider's thinking of. "The only way it could've been better is if they both knocked each other the fuck out. Cold." Harsh words for the two bronzeriders. That the hedonistic bronzer makes Ed's skin crawl is reason enough for Alida's upper lip to curl, her voice hard and nasty as she mutters through the scouring of Ilicaeth's jawline, "Imagine if 'e actually put 'is hands on ya." "I thought about it seriously you know. Not coming back, I almost didn't." She answers softly, before the blonde's inflection has dark brows rising. "I am not sure what you mean by interesting." Before she snorts and an involuntary shiver races down her spine at the suggestion. "Ew. Just... why anyone would let him put hands on them, knowing the way he thinks." Again, Alida stops her scrubbing of the blue so she can shift her gaze more firmly to Edyis and observe the truth of the other woman's words, the firmness of her conviction. As she once again takes up her ministrations of her dragon, the blonde murmurs fervently, "Can't blame ya..." Cue Ilicaeth's soft snort, and Pyrite's re-emergance from wherever to land upon the dragon's neck and start scrubbing with her apricot claws. There's a pause from 'lida before she notes a little reticently, "Guys... gals..." Whatever. Shrug. H'vier is a 'safer' subject than Ed's sexuality, though, and - after a dark little snert - the 'rider mutters a dour, "Some uv' us didn't see it comin' until too late." Ugh. "Felt good to be someone else for a while." she replies, but of her sexuality... Her ears might be faintly red as she answers, "There has only ever been a hand full of people I . . . thought about . . . in that way." And that seems to be all the more the scribe has to say on the subject. Ahem. The bluerider's confession, which has Edyis craning her neck around to stare at the blue rider. "Ew. Seriously? Why?" There's a nod and a look of empathy for Ed's observation, but finally Alida has to murmur, "Until it doesn't." Shrug, scrub. There's a faint nod to the candidate's words of 'that' feeling, the bluerider letting the subject drop, then looking under one arm at the candidate as she stares at the blonde. Smirk. Cue a nod, and a sticking out of her tongue before she moves to Ilicaeth's neck to annoint it and settle into scrubbing. "Was Hrae's second Flight. I was all sorts uv'..." Eyeroll. Edyis likely knows how a queen's lust can make a Weyr feel. "When the asshole lost, 'e made fer the living cavern. I was sittin' there, dealin' with all this...stuff inside." Lip-twist, scrub. "Out'ta nowhere, he's grabbin' my arm, sayin' I'd do, and tryin' ta pull me off with 'im." Scowl. Mistake number one. Edyis blinks, and stares. "Well I mean obviously you two didn't kill each other but, what the fuck? You'll do? Like your a shirt or something?" She grimaces, "I never did get how people could do that. I mean, gold flights I understand, it's just... overwhelming. But to trust someone enough to let them that close, to risk..." She shrugs then, shaking her head, working down to the blue's shoulder perhaps to hide her expression. "Yeah... just like a shirt." Or a cocksheath, Alida's darkened visage might imply. "To those like him," the bluerider mutters through her suddenly more heavy scrubbing, "...getting 'close' like that doesn't mean shit." The disgust in the blonde's voice is apparent, but so is a less-often admitted to emotion: a little shock. "I know it's prob'ly a Holder hold over..." Eyeroll, scrub. "But *I* don't take sex lightly." Edyis grimaces at that thought, still scrubbing. "Maybe, but I wouldn't say the holder way is any better." Something wavering in her voice at that, uncertain. "You are only told it means something because you only have value so long as you produce legitimate offspring to whoever you get traded off to." She scrubs a little harder at the blue's hide. By this point, with all the deep-hide 'massaging' he's taking in from the angry women, Ilicaeth's lost most of his huffiness, the dragon's eyes half-lidding, and now holding only the occasional tinge of orange within their mostly-blue depths. As the humans move along him, he very slowly shifts his form to provide more hide for the scrubbing, Pyrite not shirking in such, either. After a few moments of her own temporary uncertainty, Alida replies darkly to Edyis, "It isn't, either. Like y'said, makes brood mares outta' women." How she despises such, from the look on her face. "Screws up women in other ways, too." She ought to know. "Maybe...take the best from all three...hold, craft, Weyr." Sigh. "Fuck; I dunno'." Edyis laughs almost bitterly, "Yeah it does." A beat, "My stepmother, I never knew, until after she died... but as fate would have it, it was never my father she loved." Perhaps it is a sign of just how much Edyis trusts the former guard that she speaks the secret out loud. "I never would have known, never had guessed." At first, it sounds like something 'girls' would tell other girls, to Alida. But, as she rolls it around some in her head, the bluerider makes the connection, and finds herself glancing over at Edyis as if she's been awarded something rather surprising and valuable: a modicum of trust. For some moments, the blone continues scrubbing her lifemate, mulling over various things...until - almost lost in the sounds of the lake, other folks, and the scrubbing - she lips off a low, "My father taught me all men were pigs." The candidate almost doesn't catch it, lost in the sound of soap and brush and water lapping against dragon hide, but when she does she studies the bluerider through dark lashes. "He must have loved you quite a bit." She answers softly, "In his own way." Just...how the fuck does Edyis *know* that?! It took Alida Turns of resentment, anger, indifference to figure that out about Arvan...and she did it only long after he was dead. The bluerider stops scrubbing, stares outright across the curves of Ilicaeth's frame at the candidate, and then quickly jerks her green regard back to 'business,' the water they splash around very convenient in disguising potential saline 'leaks.' After some long moments of silence, the 'former' Guard notes in slightly grating fashion, "In his own way." Shrug. "What about *yer* family?" She's only heard snippets off the grapevine about Esvay, after all. If the former scribe notices the saline leaks, she is wise enough to pretend not to. The brush stops at mention of family before it resumes again. "I don't hear much from my older siblings; Cron was exiled, now lives in the south working on the land of a brewer acquaintance of mine I met during my time in the south. Granted, I will never tell him that I asked Terren to take him on and that brewer knows he's getting at least one excellent potential customer out of the bargain for his silence on the topic." There's something of pride in the twist of her lips for that. "Greta and Gerta are doing well at the Weaverhall, and Giorgee will start on the ships with my uncle out of Tillek next spring." She listens well once she sets her mind to such, and Alida remains quiet during Edyis' revelation about her own family, the bluerider - for once - not taking in this information primarily as a Guard, but as a somewhat concerned 'buddy.' Word of all of Ed's siblings sees the blonde's mind diverging onto two subjects, her nod showing that she's taking in those words, even as the 'rider notes, "Can I ask where exactly, in the South?" "Couple hours flight if you head straight from Monaco Weyr, though it's closer to the Hold proper. Kind of backwater if you don't know the trick to finding it. Terren's a bit of a recluse. Enjoys hearing stories about the north though, and the weyrs," Edyis answers. The more Edyis speaks, the more pointed Alida's interest becomes, until the bluerider ceases her attentions upon Ilicaeth to covertly murmur, "D'you know what their Hold business is?" As if realizing how her still posture could draw attention, the woman quickly returns to scrubbing her blue, though she still spares Ed enough looks. Edyis scrubs at the hide, if she notices that intensifying interest it doesn't show. "Terren handles a little plot of land that the Holder and his son allocated to him, but their main trade is in whers and wher hide." Okay...this could be it. The thought of potentially finding what she's been doggedly trying to hunt down for Turns and Turns has Alida's heart racing some, though she keeps her reaction in check. It would never do to lose her self-control, even in this safer juncture. "Ed... Will you fly down there with me an' 'caeth the next time we got some time overlapping? Would the Weyr be a good starting point?" "The hold would be better, but it is doable from the weyr. Wouldn't hurt to pick up a few bottles to replenish my bribery stash." She smirks though there is something distant about the expression. "So long as I'm with a rider it should be allowed right." "Hold's fine, too... Whatever works easiest," Alida notes in her quick fashion, her mind already turning its gears, the mental cogs whirring with alacrity. "I'll have Ilicaeth keep an ear out fer any egg stuff..." the woman notes firmly, her dragon starting to loll a little under their ministrations. With a strange notes of eagerness behind her alto, the bluie notes to her former pupil, "Thanks, Ed." Given the size of even a blue dragon, the pair will likely be spending another couple of hours tending Ilicaeth, his hide scrubbed clean (Pyrite's too), the blonde then passing over small paddles to ladle up a neutrally-scented oil from a little pony keg, and spread it into her dragon's hide. Bliss! And Ilicaeth? He'll finally 'forgive' Edyis and his rider...mostly, until enough time has passed that he doesn't actively remember the whole Search incident. Lucky women! |
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