Logs:What She Wants
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| RL Date: 29 April, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo and Telavi talk weyrs in between their usual give-or-take games. |
| Where: Sheltered Lakeside Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, I'zech/Mentions |
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| Solith's playing in the waterfall, again. But then, it's well past dinnertime but only barely dusk, long dappled shadows beneath the trees where a weyrling sits and combs her hair. She's no mermaid, she's not singing to lure anyone in, she's not even seated on one of the benches but rather upon a blanket she's brought to the base of the tree. Her short skirt pools just over her crossed legs, and the whispery-leaved branches fall about her like a curtain. Solith would probably hear the sudden splash of a large blue, joining her from the sky. The tall-tale signs of a nicked-scratched hide would allude to who the dragon is, and if that doesn't - "Ya were in my mind, the other day," comes the low, deadpan and weathered voice of Jo, the tall, leathered woman taking a slow-gaited walk in from around where Tacuseth had dropped her off. Hands shoved in pockets, she approaches Telavi from where she sits. No greeting necessary. The comb in her hand pauses, and then Telavi continues, slowly. She's only loosened two of the many long braids at a time, the better to be able to recombine them and yet move in a hurry if she needs to. She doesn't seem to need to, now. But when she tilts her face up to the bluerider, she has a touch of a smile when she quips, "And what were you wearing? Sit," if she likes. Solith, once she's survived the tremendous splash and initial accompanying wave, seems delighted to greet Tacuseth as the remaining waves bob her up and down. They may not have really met before, she doesn't remember, but that doesn't get in her way. In fact, maybe he'd do that again? With Tacuseth taking a dive, he surfaces long enough to try and creep up on Solith's tail. If he gets close enough, he suddenly dives down and under, giving her what would be seen as a playful bump while doing so. Jo seems attuned towards the waterfall anyway, for she slides a look there before first stating, "He plays rough sometimes. Solith should be careful with him." Then she meets Telavi's gaze and drops down to settle on the edge of her blanket with a wry, "Must I be wearin' somethin'? It was connected to that sketchbook ya brought me." Tossing her hair back as she slowly shrugs out of the leather jacket to fold neatly before her, "I gave it back to him, by the way." She, in her gray tank, her scars on proud display. Solith's bumped right as she's cresting a wave, sending her high enough that a few wingflaps later, she's actually airborne with an excited, unusually shrill warble. Look at that! She did that! She's never done that before! Hovering erratically just past the thunder of the falling water, she peers down at Tacuseth as though to verify: did he see? She's so young, and some of that opinion reflects in Telavi's expression as she follows Jo's glance, if not without affection. "Tell me about it," Tela adds when she looks back. Her own arms show to be unscarred, pale sun-brown with a scuff on one elbow the most of it, when she leans forward to reach out for Jo's jacket. For that, "Don't worry, I just want to look." Tacuseth's wedge-shaped head lifts as Solith is airborne, seeming content to float almost fully submerged in the water. He's watching, definitely! He keeps his eyes on her as Jo answers with a "I told him his skill needs improvement. I've sent him a girl that he can practice with." Shoulders roll back as she stretches herself out and lays down with a whump, drawing her arms behind her head. "Or did'ja mean the my thought of ya." She adds it belatedly with a barely-there smirk. She doesn't move when the weyrling goes for her jacket, affecting a bare shrug to it. "So long's yer not plannin' to tear it apart. So. How ya likin' this place so far anyway?" The Weyr, one can assume, though it could also mean this very place. Tela's expressive brows arch up as she tilts a glance at Jo that's just a touch quick, her laughter quick likewise. "Should we expect her special delivery, handed out in the barracks with the other mail? That would be a sight. I hope she's," which adjective should she pick? The girl settles for a less-interested, "Pretty," and tucks her comb behind her ear before starting to look through Jo's very-interesting jacket. There's no sign of tearing apart, yet, but she does have an eye for the seams and the quality, as well as what care Jo seems to have taken of the thing. The lining also gets a look-over. "It's all right," she says with a slight shrug, and certainly Solith seems happy enough to fly, and play, and drop into the water all too close to Tacuseth in order to play some more. "It's just... everyone gets emotional, and nothing can ever be simple, and right now I'd half kill for some space." Perhaps two out of the three are exaggerations. Grinning Telavi's way, "If only he had his own weyr," Jo seems to tease on special deliveries, snorting. "Nah, she'll seek him out when she gets the time. She owes me one, and, she attractive enough. I expect his skill to have improved, with such a welcomin' reference." Dark eyes linger on Telavi as she examines her jacket, tacking on, "He took it all well. He also thinks we could be related." She only look briefly towards their dragons at play, the answer she gets back for her question earns her a knowing grin. "Yeah," she says, "I get that. Not a fan of sharin' spaces, either. Reminds me too much of life in the mines. Do ya want simple? Who got emotional on ya? My flask." She nods towards the inner pockets of the right side of her jacket. "Related?" and Telavi takes the opportunity to sweep her hair back over her shoulder and take a good long look at Jo. "Turn for me? Profile.... Why, didn't even think he knew we know each other," and even in the shade of the willow, there's still a gleam in her eyes. It lingers through Jo's mention of mines, though far less teasingly so, and then she ducks her head to go through Jo's jacket with more purpose. Half as afterthought, "We'll be getting those weyrs 'soon,' they say," though by the new darkness in Telavi's tone, 'soon' keeps being a long, long time away. "Do you know of any particularly nice weyrs that nobody's had the sense to move into? And what sorts of features are usual? I know what some of Benden's are like, of course, but if there are some areas in the bowl that tend to have more amenities, or other areas that might seem nice now but get an awful draft when it's winter again, I'd rather know now." With that, she draws out the flask, and tips it to Jo like a salute. "Related, he and I," Jo echoes, nodding once. She even turns her head for her as she says, "I mean, yeah. He resembles what I think my brothers would look like, but...I dunno. Guess anythin's possible. I do have a mother that could be anywhere, doin' fuck knows what, but..." There's heavy doubt with that half shrug. Turning to the talk of weyrs, the bluerider responds breezily with, "Oh, that. Yer flyin' now, right? Bet it must be time for all that. Weyrs and all. Dunno any good ones, really. I'm hardly around at my own, and I still have mine from weyrlinghood. What kinda weyr would ya like? Big, small? Spacious ledge, fireplace? A 'fixer'?" Eyes light on the flask and she sits up, leaning forward with her hand out. "Be a good girl and give it over," she says with wiggling fingers. "Oh, you two," and Tela's glad to return to teasing with that feigned surprise, doubly so as she reaches back with the flask to keep it out of Jo's hands. "Soon," she promises, and another day she might follow up on siblings or missing mothers but just now she's concentrating on unscrewing the cap with thumb and forefinger, on not dropping either it or that wide, challenging smile she has for the bluerider. "Of course, a big weyr, but not drafty. Of course a big ledge, we're going to have guests after all, but not where some small-ledge-girl's guests are going to land instead. Of course a fireplace, you don't want me to freeze, do you? And if it's a 'fixer,' it'll need to come with a 'fixer'-fixer-upper..." Eyes still on Jo, she leans lithely back to take a drink from the woman's own flask while still keeping it out of reach, and if it shows off just a little of just how flexible she really is, so much the better. With short laughter, "Yeah, not us, woman," Jo remarks with a hard look. Fingers are still lingering for her flask, giving Telavi that knowing look. "Party at Tela's place?" she gives on her weyr, leaning more forward now as if she was going to crawl over the woman for her flask. "Ya don' need a fireplace, and ya don' need all that space. Whaddya goin' to do with it? And who's gonna come fix it for ya?" She watches her intently as she leans back with her flask, and when she takes a drink, her eyes narrow just a fraction. "Thought ya were still playin' the good girl 'round here with these folks," she notes in a droll tone. "Never wanted to drink before. Unless it's because we're alone and ya can be the trouble I know ya to be." Chin drops to that, not taking her eyes off her and her flask. Telavi savors Jo's drink with a flick of her tongue before, lingeringly, she swallows. Surely the bluerider wouldn't want her to drink and run? It takes her a moment to reply, her smirky smile a good indication that she's not answering that 'good girl' part on purpose. "Oh, but I do need a fireplace," Telavi's very certain of that. "And as for space, you know I can think of something. Do you have any recommendations, Jo? For fixers, I mean?" To tide her over, she drinks again, holding onto this sip even longer with the still-open flask resting cooly against her cheek. "I'm sure yer resourceful enough to find the means to keep yerself warm at night," Jo drawls that out, her tone suggestive enough. Settling on her knees, "Recommendations?" she considers that question for a moment, absently rubbing her chin. Heavy-lidded, her gaze could easily be on the flask moreso her. "Fixer weyrs, no. A strappin' fixer, of course. M'ron's pretty good with those tools of his." There's probably all kinds of innuendos there, but at least she's saying it with a straight face. "I'm good, too, but ya know thieves. Get us in yer place and we'll take everythin' includin' the shirt off yer back." Nodding towards her drink then, "Don' make me come over there, Trouble," she murmurs slightly in amused challenge. This second sip tides Telavi through quite a bit of listening, until finally she gives in and swallows, smiling. And with Jo maybe watching the flask instead, she lets it swing sideways slightly, and back to her cheek, just to see how the bluerider's eyes track. "I'm pleased you have faith in me," Tela assures, taking one thing at a time, her eyes more green than blue just now in the shadows. "I do like to be resourceful. I'd just never want to be desperate." And maybe that's what it is to her, to have to rely on someone, anyone else so much. "Thank you for the recommendation, too. If I do look up M'ron, I'll be sure to tell him you said so... and, before he leaves, demand my shirt back. It wouldn't suit him at all." Hers is light, flutter-sleeved, fitting her increasingly athletic frame well enough; it's just that in direct sunlight, it might show subtle traces of having been let out at the shoulders. And with that, and a last flash of a glance, a so very obedient Telavi begins to so very slowly sit back up, muscle by muscle. She'll even begin to cap the flask for Jo, holding the silver bottle right by the not-very-low neckline of that shirt, twisting that cap back on with excruciating slowness. She's not looking at it any more than she had when she took it off. Lips briefly pressing together, "I have faith that yer resourceful when ya wanna be," Jo counters, finally and fully meeting Telavi's gaze. "Ya found me, didn'ja?" After a pause, "M'ron takes payment for his troubles," she notes idly. "Ya haven' seen that brute hangin' around Kait? They're more often inseparable. But, please do. Tell him. Or, I can always recommend that assistant weyrlingmaster of yers. I'zech." Eyes flow over her now as she watches the movement of that flask a bit, then when Telavi holds it the way that she does, there's husky laughter before she leans forward towards her and states, "Ya like teasin' me, doncha, Telavi? Makes me wonder what the endgame is yer lookin' for." Eyes deliberately fall on her lips, her throat, her chest, down to her thighs before meeting her gaze once more. "Is that why ya came? To tease me until I take ya to task?" Hand holds out for the flask, her challenging her. She did, and Telavi tips her head in smiling acknowledgement that's only spoiled by the bluerider's mention of I'zech. Curiosity shows plainly there, even if it's twinned to a slight twist to her mouth, even if it only lasts for a moment. Jo's leaning towards her, after all. "I do," like teasing Jo, or so Telavi all too easily concedes. She doesn't yet move under the bluerider's perusal, not consciously, though color rises in her cheeks and her eyes are darker now. "And of course it is. What other reason could I possibly have?" It could stay rhetorical, except for a complex tone in her voice that's decidedly complicating. And, of course, it's contradicted by her actions, because again Telavi's giving it up, again far too easily. She leans forward, bringing the flask within reach, which isn't to say she'll necessarily let go. Her crooked grin a shade too dangerous, "So do I," Jo quips on teasing, one hand curling into Telavi's blanket while the other is still held out. To the curiosity seen in her eyes though on the bronzerider, "He's a clutchmate of mine," she explains simply. "Like Kait and M'ron." She doesn't miss a thing - not that rise in color nor the darkening of her eyes. Further words stay rhetorical, perhaps the bluerider taking them at face value for the moment since she's more occupied with this little sort of game. Fingers wrap around the smooth, cool surface of the flask in question, her nails brushing Telavi's fingers in the process before she uses her thumb to press against that lid to screw it sideways slowly. Never taking her eyes off of the weyrling, with a toss of her arrogant head, she lowers her voice to ask, simply, "What do ya want with me?" Perhaps it's been asked before, the way it's been asked. This is no new game between them. Her pulse jumps in Tela's throat with the slide of Jo's fingers, with the soft brush of the other woman's nails across her own. She doesn't seek to stop the bluerider, not in touching, not in turning that lid, but there's a new vulnerability in the quick flicker of her tongue across her lips: less certain than Jo has seen her before but no more willing to show it. "'Is it up to me?'" she says, and something about saying those words, specifically those words, steadies her spine into a wry resolve that's not without play. Today, "Why don't you take yourself a drink." Fingers move when Telavi's returns the fleeting touch in kind, and Jo tilts her head just slightly to that question. She takes in that flicker of vulnerability, seeming to seize upon it with a brief counter of, "Do ya even know what ya want, Telavi?" It's teasing, calculating, but also a touch curious now for what she detects. "I think it us up to ya. Why not tell me? We are friends, right?" Then, the last a gets a bit of an arched brow as she tries to slide the flask from the other's fingers as she seems to conclude, "What ya want, is for me to drink." Not a question. Her thumb is successful in getting the lid loose, and she flicks it to the blanket. Does she? Surely she does. Telavi briefly drops her gaze, demure as can be, which at once lets her long lashes come back into play and conceals that gaze to boot. A hint of a smile's touched her lips, one that might have stayed just that way... but Jo continues the way she does, and all of a sudden her eyes fly wide, for Jo's startled a laugh out of her, absurdly open and surprised and unsurprised all in one. "Oh, Jo." She doesn't release the flask, even now, but uses the bluerider's pull to bring herself forward, the better to taste the other woman's mouth and then kiss her again, featherlight, above each eye. She'd had Jo's liquor on her lips, but no longer, and she leaves the rest with the woman likewise as her hand loosens and she moves to rise. Retrieving the comb from her hair, Telavi's smile is a shining thing. "Thank you. And," her glance drops to the tempting jacket, and then lower, "Keep the blanket." It's the caverns', after all. Jo seems to expect that demure, that silence from Telavi with their history. What she doesn't expect, apparently, is the kiss. It's full-on and the ex-con doesn't stop her, even the kisses to those spots above her eyes. All she can do and regard that smile with a huff of unexecuted laughter, almost shaking her head. Since Telavi looks to leave, she briefly lifts the flask in her direction before she says, "Trouble." She's staying right there. Whatever else she's thinking, it's lost to that flask going to her lips finally for that drink as she watches the weyrling leave. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 30 Apr 2013 04:36:27 GMT.
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Telavi is one curious creature... Enough of one to catch Jo off guard. Interesting. x3
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