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Josy - Wednesday, January 13, 1999, 5:30 PM
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The following is a roleplay-log from SouCon MUSH (soucon.godlike.com 4201). The world of Pern is copyright to Anne McCaffrey.
You walk toward the Weyrhall.
C'al is sitting at a table, munching on dinner.
Joslyn strides in, with a purpose. "You!" and she pokes a finger in C'al's general direction, frowning for all she's worth. "How can you eat atta time like this?" she proceeds to demand, hands squarely on her hips as she kicks the leg of his chair with one heavily booted foot.
E'dar's still sleeping
Shadara walks over from the Landing Field.
C'al blinks and looks up, "What? It's dinnertime."
Lily strides over from the Landing Field.
"No! It's time for you to explain!" Joslyn adds another kick to the same chair leg for good measure, successfully wounding her toe that she hops around a time or two, favoring it nicely. "An'don't try and pass it off as Simath's fault, neither!" with a threatening shake of her fist.
C'al says "Oh, that. Of course I won't pass it off as Simath's fault. It's not a fault. He is, however, the cause."
Lily comes in looking quite pleased with herself - something of the cat who caught the canary. She's smiling, on her way to the klah, when she sees Joslyn. She changes her course to steer clear of the two, grabs her klah, then finds a seat.
Marila walks over from the Landing Field.
Marila wanders in heading for the food. There is dirt on most of her person.
Shadara uh ohs as she looks over at Joslyn and then at C'al before she moves over to get some juice and some dinner, "Arguing about a flight is silly Joslyn." she says as she settles down with her meal and drink, though she is a fair distance from the pair.
C'al glances at Shadara, "I can handle this." He looks back to Joslyn, looking entirely unapologetic.
N'all walks over from the Landing Field.
Joslyn repeats, her tone as derisive as she's capable of pitching it, "Oh, /that/." And then she frowns at Shadara, momentarily, before her sour expression is resettled on the bronzerider. "I turn my back for one moment and what happens? C'al's in someone else's arms. Again." And, great, N'all's here, too.
Haven strides over from the Landing Field.
Haven strides in, making her way to the klah pot with undue haste.
N'all walks in, obviously fresh from his evening exercise, he smiles as Haven happens to walk in with him, "Heyla."
Haven smiles "Not sweating much, N'all. Musta only done what, 10 klicks tonight on your jog?"
Shadara nods and grins at C'al, "I know you can, but it's still silly, she wouldn't expect you to have a fit if a dragon besides Simath catches Jeuneth, so she shouldn't be mad at you because of results of flights, otherwise she's going to be yelling a lot." She then waves to N'all and to Haven, "Heyt there you two."
Bertha pokes the male brownrider next to her and whispers "Look it's N'all!"
C'al says "Flights are part of being a Rider, Joslyn. You know that as well as I do. Until you can say with surety that Jeuneth will not rise and be caught by anyone but Simath, you have absolutely /NO/ right to expect Simath not to chase where he chooses."
Lily just appears ammused by the whole thing. She lifts her hand to wave at N'all and Haven, calling out cheerily, "Heyla."
N'all smirks at Haven, "About that, I'd say." He drapes his towell over his shoulder, and puts an arm around Haven, "MIssed you for the run, Haven."
N'all notes that is the companionly over the shoulder kind of thing. Not an untoward kind of arm around Haven.
N'all grins to Lily, "Heyla!" He smiles to Shadara, "Heyla, you two, too."
Haven blinks and looks over at C'al, never worried about whether she looks like she's being nosey. N'all's touch brings her back to her thoughts, knowing that if N'all's touch was too forwardly, she could easily grab his wrist right there, and with a step, turn, and twist like this, snap it with a nice crunch. "Oh, yeah. Darven was sick again. I think he's allergic to nuts. I'll wake you up at half past the 2nd watch in the morning for a nice long run."
Joslyn glances Shadara-wards once again, some snapped comment dying unuttered as she settles for a lengthy mutter, punctuated by typically-Josy curses, about just finding someone to keep her furs arm, then. Hmph.
N'all nods to Haven, "Look forward to it." He also full well knows that Haven would hardly be able to budge said wrist as it's nearly as big around as her bicep; but he lets her dream about such things.
C'al frowns a bit more, "Josy, stop acting like a child. You've been at the weyr longer than I have, and went through the same training as a weyrling. You know we have no choice when it comes to flights. It is what dragons DO. And I will not be apologetic for Simath when he is happy. Ever."
Marila blinks in confusion.
Haven nods and smiles. Thick neck on the weyrlingmaster, but a tiny finger tip with the right amount of pressure and such pretty shades of blue he'd turn. "How's Rose? Isn't it almost time for her dragon to rise? I'm about on pins and needs for Hexenth to rise. Always makes life interesting for me and M'ren. Pendrath hasn't caught her the last too times." She shrugs as though that is nothing, maybe hoping it will easy nearby tensions. "But you know, its not our choice."
Telinda walks over from the Landing Field.
Telinda frowns as she walks in, "Who's calling who a child here?" she asks, heading right into the fray. :)
N'all nods to C'al, and butts right in, he doesn't care, they're all his kids, "He's right, Josy. You shouldn't get jealous over something C'al had zero control over." Oh, sure, he'd turn blue, but he'd not pass out until he tied haven into a few knots, "I would imagine so. Ceruth as a rule doesn't chase greens; finds them far too difficult to catch. Maybe this will be Pendrath's chance."
Shadara arcs an eyebrow at the mutter, and then grins at C'al's comment, nodding, "Exactly, nor should you be, especially if someone's being very silly about it all, C'al. Simath is a male and can be expected to do no less than chase a rising female, be she green or gold."
Lily watches the fray, still smiling. She's enjoying the show it seems.
Haven nods "Really, when a green or gold goes up, male dragons go senseless. I have /no/ control over Pendrath. If he wins, he wins, and if he looses, I get a hangover." She smiles winningly. Hmmm... N'all has a blind spot it seems. I could move in on the side and one good kick....
Joslyn looks between Telinda, N'all, and Shadara as each tosses in his or her thoughts, but it's C'al she smiles at - ever-so-sweetly. "I never asked for an apology," she notes.
C'al raises a brow, "Then what, pray tell, is the point of this?"
Telinda's eyebrow shoots up, "If you're calling Josy a child, Bronzerider" she directs at C'al, "Then perhaps you need a bit more of that porcine education you had the other sevenday!
K'laarn strides over from the Landing Field.
N'all nods to Haven, "Ceruth kept trying, day after day after day until he finally figured it out. I also try to ensure we're out and about if there's a large number of greens rising." A blindspot? He almost senses Haven's thoughts and shifts slightly to deny the advantage. He was an apt pupil of Haven's.
Shadara looks at Joslyn and her gaze gets sharp, 'Then you've no right to call him unfaithful because of a flight. It's unfair, it's bratty and it's downright mean. He has no control over what happens because of a flight."
N'all looks at Shadara, "You would do well to remember you're addressing a Junior Weyrwoman, Shadara."
C'al looks to Telinda a long moment, pondering how to respond to that without getting in heaps of trouble, "Consider that comment rescinded. I forgot, in my irritation, that goldriders are perfect and beyond reproach."
K'laarn enters whistling a merry tune which immediately cuts off when he hears the sounds emiting from the brawling? women in the cavern. His glance flickers over to Telinda and he approaches her.
Haven nods "The egg knows how many times M'ren or I was grumpy at the other over a flight outcome, but we learned quick." She picks up a steak knife and studies her reflection in it, checking to see if she has food stuck between her teeth. N'all never could best her in knife throwing.
Joslyn ignores C'al's last, leaving him to the clutches of Telinda - ha, ha - in favor of a cool frown at Shadara. "Okay, when did you become an expert on what I do and do not have a right to say, please?"
Haven waves to Tel and K'laarn. "Evening!" So cheery.
Bertha nods at Tel and goes back to her knitting.
Bertha nods at K'laarn and goes back to her knitting.
Nerian waves idly, but mostly listening.
N'all looks at C'al, shakes his head, but lets Telinda handle him, he picks up a fork, "Aye, I learned that one really quick." He examines the fork, Haven never could beat him at darts.
K'laarn frowns slightly at C'al's comment, but says nothing. If the younger bronzerider addresses Telinda -- Telinda's strong enough to handle herself.
Telinda's gaze darts over to Shadara, and then to N'all nodding as he corrects that. Slowly, her gaze darts over to C'al and then she pauses, weighing him up, "Perfect? If you care to think we're perfect, I'm not about to challenge that. But you'd do well to remember your manners, and to remember that you still haven't been tapped for a wing. Diplomacy.." Did Telinda say the magic word? "..counts for much, especially with bronzeriders." She grins over at Haven, winking at her, and then back to C'al.
Shadara looks at Joslyn, "C'al's right Josy, when you can garantee that Simath will catch Jeuneth in every flight, she has, then you can complain about a flight, but will you let him call you unfaithful when another bronze or brown win's Jeuneth's flights? What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander as my mom always said, Ma'am."
Joslyn may not be right, but she thinks she is and that's enough to keep her arguing an obviously moot point. Directed at Shadara, she says, "C'al's fidelity is questionable at best, as I'm sure you all know." She casts a meaningful glance around the busy, eavesdropping hall. "So don't get on my case for havin' a fit when I've got every right t'be upset."
N'all looks at Joslyn, "With all due respect, Josy, you don't have a right to be upset. I had thought I trained you better than that. C'al had no control over who won the flight. It wasn't his fault. It's a hard lesson to learn; but it's one you need to learn really quickly."
Lily isn't saying a thing. Nope. She's just sipping her klah.
Shadara tilts her head, "You went throught the same training Josy, be upset at him if you really want to be, but is it going to do you any good? Is it going to make you feel better to try and hurt him for something he has no control over, remember something else too, please, What you say to someone else, to hurt them, may come back to haunt you when you find yourself in that person's same place a few months or turns down the road. You don't have the right to be upset because of the results of a flight, that's one of the things N'all was sure to stress in his flight lecture."
N'all picks up a mug, Haven could never really out-drink him, either, he fills it up with klah, and looks at Haven, "Feline rip out your tongue?"
Haven puts down the knife and mutters to herself. "What's fidelity have to do with riders? There are times I wonder why every brown eyed child in this weyr under 10 doesn't claim M'ren for a father." She meanders over to a sideboard to get some fruit.
C'al nods at Telinda, and frowns at Josy, "No. Let her be. If she chooses to believe that, then let her. I don't want to spend every day of my life wondering what will be overreacted to today. If you will excuse me, I need a bath. Good day.
C'al strides over to the Landing Field.
K'laarn adds lightly, "And if you decide, Josy, to ignore our words and good advice, then you'll loose yourself the person you love, won't you? And it'll be your fault, no one elses." His words are blunt, almost cruel. "And then he'll find someone else, and you'll have to watch him wfall in love with another woman, because you rejected him over something foolish, and you'll know, if you'd just done things differently, things wouldn't of turned out like they did."
N'all grins at Haven, "You mean they aren't?"
Telinda wrinkles her nose and floops down in a seat, "Gah! Bronzeriders!" she exclaims and then looks at the other ones in the room, "And don't either of you look at me in that way!"
Telinda stares at K'laarn. The man has lost all reason. "Josy, do yourself a favour. Live on your own. Kick them all out of the cottage you're in. It'll be a quieter life, that's for sure."
N'all looks at Telinda, his normal bland, stoic expression (the one that let's him beat haven in dragonpoker) ever-present, "Telinda, I would look at you in no different way than I would any other rider worthy of respect."
K'laarn does look at Telinda though, grinning, "Well, it is good that my goldrider was so smart as to realize that just because Rnayth caught other dragons, and I might of even sired children with others besides her, doesn't mean I don't devote my entire being to her!" He winks then.
Haven rolls her eyes. "Har har, N'all." She looks mildly irritated and tosses a redfruit at him in a nice slow underhanded toss that even he should be able to catch.
K'laarn tells the room at large, "Telinda regularly threatens to kick me out of our cottage."
Joslyn basically just ignores what everyone else has to say, her attention directed and settled upon the exit C'al's recently employed. "Me'n Jeuneth do live by ourselves," is the only thing she says, quite the tragic figure now that he's gone and run out. /That/ wasn't supposed to happen.
N'all doesn't see the redfruit, but his hand snatches it cleanly from the air, Zen and the art of Fruit catching, he grins, "Thank you, Haven. Just what I wanted."
Shasta walks over from the Landing Field.
Haven says "What matters is if after the flights, after the dragon lust, whether that person still loves you. I mean, look at K'laarn - his dragon has beaten Pendrath in Hexenth's flight, and I got over... eventually. Even if Ryanth is a full meter shorter than Pendrath."
Nerian waves at Shasta.
Bertha pokes the female greenrider next to her and whispers "Look it's Shasta!"
Telinda isn't looking too pleased at K'laarn's words, "Smart? _SMART_?!" She snorts, "I'll be starting to get smart right now and asking you to get yourself out of my cottage!" she says standing up, hand immediately ending up on her hip, "I really don't know why I've put up with it so long!" She turns to Joslyn, "I have a bottle or two of decent wine stashed away. Would you like to join me?!"
Shadara shakes her head a bit, "You know, "Edar's going through the pain of figuring out who he loves and what matters most, he hurts because of what happened between us because of a flight, maybe you could be nice enough and understanding enough to consider that before you start chewing him to pieces Josy. Now I have a Friend that needs some cheering up, and I'm certainly glad Saith's a green."
Shadara walks toward the Landing Field.
Vtol moves over from the Landing Field.
Vtol lands on a wall.
K'laarn rolls his eyes at Telinda and whispers, sotto voce, "See what I mean? Always with the threats. My cottage she calls it, " Then he snorts bemusedly and walks over to Telinda, adding, "You forgot the 'I devote my life to you' part, Telinda." He chastises gently.
Shasta strides into the weyrhall, headed straight for the klah pots with nods of greeting.
Lily looks over and waves at the brownrider. "H'lo, Shasta." Picture of sanity, she is.
Plumleaf flits over from the Landing Field.
N'all makes a hasty retreat over towards Haven. Josy and C'al, he can handle. Telinda and K'laarn, if they were invented, he'd be wearing a flack jacket.
Plumleaf swoops over to land on Bertha's arm.
K'laarn of course is refering to the fact that 'he' said he devoted himself to Telinda.
Joslyn shakes her head, absently, at Telinda, looking after Shadara now with no small amount of concern coloring her featuers. As absent as the head-shake, she adds, "Nothankyou, Telinda." And she settles to chewing at her lower lip: What to do, what to do?
Marila settles into her sandwich, shoving the large thing into her mouth. She looks annoyed.
Nerian looks fairly neutral and about as safe as it gets at the moment.
Haven sits on a table and lets her legs dangle, swinging her feet back a forth. "Some days I'm glad I impressed a male, N'all. Could you imagine me on a green?"
Shasta makes her way to Marila's side, her spoon clanking against the walls of her klah mug as she stirs in sweetener. Odd, but her path for some reason veers way clear of bickering couples.
Lily cocks her head at Haven. "How tall are you Haven? I thought we were about the same height.."
Telinda has, like certain people, selective hearing, usually just at the wrong time as well. She therefore doesn't hear the implications of K'laarn being devoted, and just swings around with her fist curled up -- see Haven, she remembers! -- and heading right for K'laarn's chin. "Don't be smart with me!" she snarls out.
Haven stands up tall. "Hmmm... not exactly a tower, but taller than the average woman." Typist's note: around 5 foot 8. She could still dangle feet from a standard table top :)
N'all looks at Haven, "That is a scary thought, Haven."
Marila glances over to Shasta, "People are odd."
N'all doesn't even bat an eye at the punch aimed towards k'laarn.
Lily nods, then grins. "You're a little taller I suppose. Though I'm so used to Ty I think I'd feel lost up on a brown."
Of course, K'laarn notices the fist comming for him too late. Only the whistle of wind from the flying hand alerts him, and he turns, getting it full in the face. Knuckles bruise his chin and lips, mashing them under his angry weyrmate's fist. He recoils. "Ow!" His hand comes up to his chin. Then rage flames in his violet eyes. He studies the Weyrwoman, as if trying to determine what to do first. Then a maliciously wicked grin cracks bloodied lips and he stalks toward Telinda threateningly.
Haven hears that snarl and turns, seeing a fist heading to K'laarn. No way to tell if she's worried for K'laarn, or for Telinda's hand. "Pardon me a moment. This looks familiar." She starts scurrying over to the couple, just in case she needs to through Tel over her shoulder again.
Shasta turns a suprised glance towards Telinda at her snarl, blinking. But, once her eyes focus on the woman, she returns to her klah and sister. "So, Mar... how goes?" the brownrider inquires, evenly.
N'all doesn't even bother standing, no one here is taller than him, and let Haven feel superior for once. He watches as Haven heads over to handle Tel and smirks, "This is where it gets fun."
Marila blinks and peers at Shasta, "Ummm I don't know."
Lily cocks an eyebrow at Telinda and K'laarn, then shakes her head.
N'all hrms, and does haul himself up right and heads towards K'laarn, just in case he needs to knock K'laarn out.
Haven steps over a chair and makes her way to the couple as though this was just another fight between her children over posession of a toy "Now, now you two... if you're going to hit, let us take bets first..."
Nerian doesn't appear terribly surprised by this turn of events, and she stays out of the way, at any rate.
Amara peeks her head out of the kitchen, the gossiping drudge taking in the whole scene. A shout pulls her back into the kitchen. Well, if Bertha's not paying attention, there'll surely be someone to spread the tales tomorrow...
Telinda's eyes narrow as she looks at her weyrmate, putting a table between herself and K'laarn. For a moment, her eyes glaze -- checking on Tiarnath perhaps? -- and then they're back, "You'd better leave now, K'laarn. I'm going to find a decent skin of wine!" Hands do raise themselves in defense though, and if that fails, there's always the boots.
Marila watches the weyrwoman and her weyrmate with pure confusion.
N'all positions himself behind K'laarn, picks up an earthenware pot, hefts it, shakes his head, and picks up a bigger one.
Haven jumps back a bit before getting the corner of that table in her hip as Telinda slides it. "Wine does sound good, really. Lets share a skin, Tel..." She smiles every so sweetly and looks at K'laarn, noting that N'all is behind him, then takes a step around the corner of the table to Tel's side.
Having considered what to do all this while, Joslyn finally just stands up straight, managing to keep her chair from tipping over only by catching the leg with her foot. "'Scuse me," as she kicks said chair back under the table, then dashes out promptly.
You walk over to the Landing Field.
Joslyn shakes her finger at Simath as she scuttles passed the bronze. "And here I thought we were friends, traitor," she tells him, far from serious though her frown is definitely genuine.
You walk over to the lakeside meadow.
You walk toward White Sands Beach.
Shadara nods, "Well that's what friends are for C'al. None of this is easy to learn to deal with, especially not hte first time."
C'al nods, lapsing silent as he sees the goldrider arrive.
Shadara pat's C'al's shoulder and uses it as support to get up from the sand, "You know where I'm likely to be if you need me." she says before walking off, not even a nod of recognition for Josy at this point.
C'al nods, "Thank you, again."
Joslyn's not really worried about Shadara's recognition, though she does accord a socially correct half-nod for the greenrider on her way down the beach, kicking up a mess of sand as she jogs along.
C'al returns to giving the water a grumpy half-glare.
Shadara walks toward the lakeside meadow.
Joslyn's opening statement isn't really that unfounded, if you think about it: "It's not fair, you know." She doesn't move any closer to the bronzerider, though, as she hasn't been invited and doesn't expect to be any time soon.
Plumleaf flits over from the lakeside meadow.
C'al says "Perhaps not, But we didn't choose how things will work when we Impressed."
"No, we didn't," Joslyn agrees. Yes, she's feeling penitent enough about that fit of jealous temper that she's willing to be agreeable, even if she's still convinced to the core that she's got every right to be upset.
C'al nods, looking back out at the water. A few turns with Josy has obviously taught him tha salient points of sulking.
Joslyn buries her toes in the sand up to her untied bootlaces, then sends a healthy spray of sand out toward the water, a few of the grains managing to splash just at the shoreline. "So, you're just gonna stop speaking to me altogether?"
C'al says "Of course not. I never said I didn't want to talk to you."
Joslyn notes, quietly, "I really am trying t'be adult about this." No small task for Joslyn, you know. "But I'm reallyreallyREALLY jealous and that's makin' it real hard."
C'al sighs softly. "I know, Joslyn. But... I didn't have a choice in it. I can't even, honestly, say I didn't enjoy it..." You can see why his attempts to help Marila caused more damage, yes? "And to be attacked for Simath doing something well is just not something I can sit still and take. I mean, if I had seduced Kinoa, or been seduced by her, I would understand. That would be me screwing up. But he flew so well, so bautifully... I won't have him faulted for it!"
Joslyn frowns, her toes once again digging into the sand as she says, "That doesn't make me feel any better." She shakes her head, shrugs up one skinny shoulder, and heaves a dismissive sigh before she adds, "But I see you're point an'I was wrong to get angry with you."
C'al sighs again, "I don't want you angry at me, Josy, and I don't want you to take this wrong, but.. I'm not .trying. to make you feel better. I'm horrible at it. Whenever I try, I just make things worse. Ask Marila. I just want to be who I am. And it's really hard lately. Because no matter what I do, SOMEONE is hurt. You, E'dar, Marila, Kinoa... All I do is hurt people. Kinda like back at Bitra, only worse, because at least physically hurting them healed quickly. What I do now..." He shakes his head, "I hate it."
"I know you're not trying to make me feel better," Joslyn returns flatly. "But I keep losing, C'al - " Losing C'al? " - and it's not fair."
C'al says "Josy, the only way you can loose me is by not trusting that when all is said and done, it's you I love and want to spend my life with. Flights, E'dar, whatever, mean nothing more than Simath's feelings and some fun sex. The latter won't happen again, because you are hurt too much by it. The former... I won't hold him back. But all that aside... You are my love, my life, and who I want to share everything with. Love, weyr, children, everything."
Joslyn looks genuinely and greatly touched, a slight nod of acceptance for this logic. "I believe you, baby. And I'm sorry for being such a headache for you. Honestly."
C'al says "You aren't, love. Not much, anyway. I'm just... A bit lost. In everything. I feel so much, and too often they conflict. All I am positive of is my love for Simath and for you.""
"I am, and you know it as well as I do," and my but Joslyn can talk prettily when she isn't entertaining that sticky-thick accent. "Just do what you think you ought to, precious, and everything will come out right in the end." She sounds convinced, anyway.
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << We need assistance. *NOW* >>
Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << What happens? >>
Dragon> Jeuneth bespoke Southern Weyr with << We? >>
Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << Who is we and why? >>
Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Rnayth roars, << We are comming >> It is all he spares time to say.
Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Pendrath bellows with anger << Someone get up there before she falls! >>
Dragon> Pendrath bespoke Southern Weyr with << The weyrwoman is in trouble - her straps broke! Any dragon that can help needs to get up - NOW! >>
Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << I am here. >>
C'al looks up, frowning, "Oh, joy."
Dragon> Rnayth bespoke Southern Weyr with << Saith. Move so that I can get under. >> Comes the short, curt command. >>
Joslyn blanches as she too glances skyward, an involuntary step taken toward the landing field as she hollers for Jeuneth to just stay put! Then half-turns back toward you: "They'll catch her. Tiarnath won't let her fall," she insists worriedly.
In the southern sky, Simath moves towards the the sky over White Sands Lake.
Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << I am out of the way. >>
Simath moves towards the the white sandy beach below.
C'al shakes his head, "She'll be fine. Where were we?"
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Will someone just do -something-!? I'm loosing height and I can't fly with her like this! >>
Simath soars to the open sky above.
In the southern sky, Simath moves towards the the open sky above.
In the southern sky, Simath flies toward the sky over the Landing Field.
Jeuneth> You lumber toward the open sky above.
Jeuneth> Luiseth , seeing that the larger dragons are already moving into position to support the queen, circles quickly to the ground and picks up her rider. Extra hands won't hurt.
Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << I bring Kinoa, Rnayth, get under Tia, to catch Telinda, If Simath and Jeuneth can support her, I'll bring Kinoa and she can cut Telinda free. >>
Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << I have her, some, but she is heavy. Jeuneth, help me? >>
Jeuneth> Saith moves towards the the sky over Southern Weyr.
Jeuneth> Jeuneth, minus Joslyn but at least she's here, comes up almost directly from the shared clearing off to the east. With a trumpet to announce her presence, she banks as quickly as bulk will allow to align with Simath, sharing Tiarnath's burden.
Jeuneth> Tiarnath lets Simath take the weight of one of her wings, but she's large, though small for a gold, but with Jeuneth's extra help she's steady in the air, not loosing precious altitude anymore. Telinda, though, still hangs from the straps, and, eww, might want to avoid that little stream that went groundwards there.
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Shadara fixes a spare rope to her straps, "Kinoa, attach the rope around your waist and then slide down to Tiarnath, cut the ropes holding her once Rnayth and K'laarn are under her to catch.
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Kinoa mutters, "Falling rider drills tomorrow," fastening herself securely to Saith with the rope. Leaning over a little, she looks down to see if Rnayth is in position yet. "Luiseth, ask Rnayth to tell you when," she calls out to her own dragon.
Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << Rynath,are you and your lifemate ready to catch? >> she asks as she follows her rider's commands, wings flat and still as she literally hovers on a thermal above Tiarnath's broad neck << We need to hurry. >>
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Shadara nods as Saith's in the right position, "Kin, see if you can take an extra rope, maybe lower her down by her belt to Rynath, rather than letting her drop.
Joslyn just keeps an eye on all those goings on above, doubly worried with Telinda dangling and Jeuneth involved. At all.
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Shadara unbuckles Kinoa from the flying straps, leaving her free to dismount.
C'al lays back, closing his eyes to keep in Simath's perspective.
Jeuneth> Rnayth obviously is expressing more of K'laarn's worry and panick than The rider himself is through that stony control. Both the dragon and rider are positioned below -- as close as the small bronze can fly upwards with the dragons above supporting the dragon's weight. Perhaps K'laarn doesn't realize it, and no one would be able to hear it, but he's muttering, "Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall. If you fall and die I'll kill you." His dragon only echoes the worried sentiment.
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Shadara fixes the other end of the rope around Kinoa's neck, "Glad I just finished these straps yesterday." she mutters as she nods, ready to lower kin with Saith's help, Ready when you are Kin."
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Kinoa catches the go-ahead and takes a deep breath, then, trusting in the strength of the rope and her own knot-tying skills, goes over Saith's side and dangles within reach of Telinda. Working quickly, as she likes this position no more than her own anxious, hovering dragon, she ties the rope securely around Telinda's waist, making a kind of emergency harness, before cutting the blasted straps so that the weyrwoman is free. To everyone's great relief, Telinda does /not/ go plunging towards the ground.
Jeuneth> Jeuneth struggles slightly under the weight she's not quite accustomed to, slightly behind and to one side Simath lest her wings foul his.
Jeuneth> Simath glides along, working .with. Jeuneth, for once, in supporting the older dragon.
Jeuneth> Tiarnath lets Jeuneth and Simath continue to take the weight. Meanwhile, now secured by a strap and swinging to and fro from that one, Telinda tries not to throw up anymore, pretty hard when you're drunk and upside down.
Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << Luiseth, once Telinda is safe I'll glide up till you can get between Tirnath and I, then I will lower your rider to your neck, alright? >>
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Kinoa is having a little trouble maneuvering, since she's got no wings and is dangling halfway to the stars, but she gives the Telinda-rope slack, slowly, lowering the goldrider to the waiting Rnayth and K'laarn. Of course, Telinda gets a bit jostled on the way, but she's trying to be as gentle as possible.
Jeuneth> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn swallows, deeply and rapidly, muscles along chest and arms bulging with tense effort as he waits for Telinda to fall toward him. When she does -- best not think of that (and from the expression twisting his face briefly, he was thinking the worst), his face composes and he waits. He waits.
Jeuneth> Telinda is barely still conscious, her colouring is most assuredly not a good tone right now, hanging upside down isn't good for a girl, and as she reaches the safety of K'laarn and Rnayth, her stomach decides that just for good measure it'll get rid of some more of it's contents. Thankfully there's not much there right now.
Jeuneth> Simath croons quietly, encouraging the others to hurry.
Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Luiseth's worried entreaty can be heard by the whole weyr. << Kinoa, please stop doing that now? >>
Jeuneth> Saith stays as still as she can as she waits for Kinoa to release the rope holding Telinda once she's in K'laarn's arms.
Jeuneth> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn quickly grasps onto Telinda as soon as she comes within reach. His arms wrap around her legs, then slide up to grip buttocks and hips before finally pulling her flush against his chest right before she gets sick. He doesn't seem to notice, his ownly thought for her safety. "I thought I'd lost you." He says gruffly, voice raw with emotion which few can hear through the rush of wings and wind.
Dragon> Saith bespoke Southern Weyr with << Luiseth, I rise, be ready to slide between Tiarnath and I. I will lower Kinoa down as soon as you are in position. >>
Jeuneth> Mounted on Saith, Kinoa mutters, "...hurrying," though through the wind it's likely no one heard her. Seeing that K'laarn has Telinda safely in his arms, she cuts the rope that's bound to Telinda and sighs heavily. Whew. "Luiseth, wait until they're out of the way," she calls out as her dragon begins to move within reach.
Dragon> Simath bespoke Southern Weyr with << Tiarnath, can you fly on your own one Telinda is safe, or shall we glide you down? >>
Jeuneth> Sitting behind Rnayth's first neckridge K'laarn holds very tightly to Telinda as Rnayth sprials down quickly and K'laarn can be heard bellowing over the beat of dragons' wings, "A healer!"
Jeuneth> Rnayth soars to the broad Landing Field below.
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyr with << There is nothing wrong with me. I fly. Thank you! >>
Jeuneth> Between Tiarnath's neckridges, Telinda pauses as the young bronze Rnayth crouches close to the ground. She steps forward, foot on his foreleg as her hand grasps the riding strap. Then hauls herself upwards, clambering to his neck.
Jeuneth> Saith rises slowly, clawed forelimbs hold the rope holding Kinoa, holding the other greenrider still as she waits for Luiseth to get into position.
Dragon> Southern Weyr sense that Simath nods, << We release you, then. Call should you ever need us. >>
Jeuneth> Tiarnath lets herself glide forward of the younger bronze and gold, her neck curling around to check on her lifemate, before she gracefully glides to the ground, furling wings just at the right moment.
Jeuneth> Simath, after clearing it with the gold, moves away from her to let her own wings take over for landing.
Jeuneth> Tiarnath soars to the broad Landing Field below.
Jeuneth> Once Tiarnath is safely out of the way, Luiseth deftly moves her small bulk into position, coming slowly up underneath her dangling, uncomfortable, but immensely relieved rider. Once she's in place and has made sure to /securely/ fasten her own riding straps, Kinoa gives Shadara an 'all-clear' signal and motions for her to release the rope binding her to Saith.
Dragon> Luiseth bespoke Southern Weyr with << I have her. >> Immensely relieved herself. << I will bring her down. >>
Jeuneth> Simath swoops off to join his rider, task complete.
Jeuneth> Simath flies toward the sky over White Sands Lake.
Simath moves towards the the white sandy beach below.
Jeuneth> Jeuneth glances down to assure that Tiarnath has indeed landed and her rider is safe. That accomplished, she heads out toward the beach, a slow, wide spiral before she backwings to a landing somewhere near Simath.
Jeuneth> You soar to the sky over White Sands Lake.
Jeuneth> In the northern sky, Saith hovers, stil holding onto the rope, letting the slack slip through her claws until she's ure letting it go won't hurt anyone and she drops it with a warble.
Jeuneth moves towards the the white sandy beach below.
Joslyn, having long-since forgotten the previous conversation, hurries over to the gold the moment those great wings have furled along those gleaming sides. Full of compliments for her darling, daring, wonderful queen, the girl and her dragon are a rather humorous sight considering their typical banter.
C'al watches you quietly, conversation anything but forgotten. His own praises to Simath are completely silent and between them.
"I know you did. I saw you... Oh, no. They're just smaller than you are," and so on and so forth continues Joslyn, bolstering an ego already quite sated with recent events. "I was very proud, indeed."
Joslyn, eventually, has Jeuneth sated and stretched out on the sand, her wings spread out to absorb the sunshine as her lifemate turns, one hand resting on the slumbering jawhinge. "So... What were you saying?" she asks, brows knit as she attempts to recall the conversation.
C'al says "I was just saying that you should be careful what you say, lest I take you too seriously."
Plumleaf flits to the lakeside meadow.
"Oh." Joslyn blinks a bit at that, oblivious to the warm breath that stirs her hair as she leans against the golden wedge behind her. "What was it I was sayin', then?"
C'al chuckles softly, "I can't recall your exact words, but something along the lines of 'Do whatever and we'll work it out in the end.'"
Again, "Oh." But Joslyn adds, with obvious realization, "I remember that. What I meant was just that you oughta do what feels right t'you. Things always do work out for the best, when you get right down to it." She gestures skyward, for example.
C'al nods, "I know. But I'm awefully good at causing pain when I do what I feel is right."
Joslyn nods, too, as she says simply, "We'll work things out."
C'al sighs softly, "Aye. I suppose we will."
"I don't wanna lose you, C'al. It'd break my heart forever," Joslyn explains, idly scraping a pattern into the sand at her feet. "But it feels like everyday you're just a little bit less mine, an'I kinda feel like it might be my fault."
C'al shakes his head, "You aren't loosing me, love, not as long as you want me."
Joslyn stumbles through her explanation, trying to make sense of the whole mess as it appears from her point of view: "I just... It feels like, maybe, you've... gone elsewhere - because I won't - and that makes me think that I should but..." Heavy sigh.
C'al shakes his head quickly, "Love, that's not it. You shouldn't, until you are ready. And it's never been YOU that's promted anything. With E'dar, it was just... Spur of the moment. A mistake." Lots of acid in that comment. "Kinoa, well, it's a flight..." He blushes a bit, "It's... Interesting. Simath is still very attached to Luiseth, and it carries over... I'll avoid her if you want, but it's hard when Simath wants to spend all his time with them..." He shakes his head, "And it's only sex, I guess. You have my heart. Noone can ever change that, really. The rest is fairly meaningless."
"It's 'only sex' to you, dear. It's a /very/ big deal to me." Don't ask her why but Joslyn never will get over that lingering snippet of holder logic. She shakes her head, dismissive or resigned or some combination of the two. "I dunno. Do what you must. Don't avoid Kinoa on my account. She's my friend, too, and I hate to think of people not being friends when they ought to be."
C'al says "I know it's different for you, love. That's why I said careful what you say. As for Kinoa, I meant just until the flight stuff passes. And as I said, I will wait for you, no matter how long you need. I love you too much not to."
Joslyn, at length, "I believe you." She nods slightly for punctuation, glancing down at her boots for a thoughtful moment before she looks up at you again. "Like I said, do what you think is right. As long as you believe you're right, who cares what anyone else thinks, hmm?"
C'al says "I care. Because what you think is so much more important to me."
Joslyn summons a quick smile - one of the charming ones she's been practicing since her assistant steward days - as she says, "Why? I, my dear, am unreasonable and... bratty." Yes, that little barb of Shadara's is going to stick and fester for a while, at least. "You oughta learn to take me with a grain of salt, as they say."
C'al shrugs, "Maybe, but I don't care. I want you to be happy, more than I want to be happy." Yup, he's rather pathetic like that.
Joslyn hurries over to you, enfolding you in a quick but firm hug. "I am happy, baby. I just enjoy being miserable now'n then. Makes me remember how much I like bein' happy," with a wry chuckle.
C'al snorts softly, "That's silly."
"I try."
C'al sighs and hugs you, "It's been a long few months."
Joslyn nodsnods, leaning her head against your shoulder and idly plucking at the nearest button as if she really does intend breaking the thread that attaches it. "It has. If it's alright with you, c'we just try and not do anything that hurts for a while? I feel all worn out."
C'al sighs tiredly, "You and me both, love. At least you only have to deal with me, and not E'dar or Marila."
Joslyn kindly refrains from noting that she only has to deal with you sharing furs here and there. Instead, she just nods sympathetically and leaves your button alone with a thread or two still in tact. "I should just hide you in Jeuneth's weyr so no one can have you but me."
C'al snorts, "Yeah. Of course, Jeuneth shredding me could be problematic."
You say "Well. There is that. But..."
C'al sighs and nuzzles you lightly saying wistfully, "Some day, love. Some day."
Joslyn smiles a bit for the nuzzles, taking up one of your hands to play with your palm in the button's stead. "Some day what?" she asks, naturally, tracing the lines in your hands with curious little fingers.
C'al smiles a little, "We'll get to be weyrmates."
Joslyn laughs aloud at that, a pointed glance resting just briefly - but ever-so-tenderly - on the slumbering gold. "Of course we will," she agrees, just for the sake of agreeing.
C'al tilts his head, "Why is that funny?"
"'Cause I know if she was awake..." Joslyn puts your hand away, letting it fall back where she found it in the first place. "...she'd say that she's got no intentions sharing a weyr with Simath when she knows full well that she could have her own all to herself."
C'al sighs softly and nods, "She's probably right."
Joslyn tilts her head a bit at the sigh, stealing a peek up at you before she remarks, "Beside, I thought we agreed that there really ain't much of a reason to share a weyr when ours are just a stone's throw from each other, anyway."
C'al shrugs a bit, "I know, I suppose."
"But you don't sound like you agree," Joslyn says with a quirk to one thin brow.
C'al just shrugs, remaining silent.
With a quick shake of her head, Joslyn counters that silence with a poke in your ribs and a firm, "Oh, no. None of that, now. If you don't agree, say so."
C'al sighs. "I should agree. It makes sense."
Joslyn wrinkles her nose up, rubbing the spot she's poked apologetically. "But you don't agree and that's what's important. You know that I'll make her if you really want me to," she notes, chewing her lip slightly as she flickers a look at Jeuneth.
C'al shakes his head, "That would just make things worse, I think. I'll cope..."
"No, you won't. In a matter of weeks, she'd forget she ever had a weyr of her own," Joslyn states firmly, the flickering look settling longer as she looks over the length of the sleeping queen. "She won't suffer any from it, so I don't see why you should be miserable."
C'al sighs. "Because she will make YOU suffer for it. And you'll resent me for it."
Joslyn looks almost offended by that: "D'you really think I have so little control over her that she'd make me unhappy for something so silly?" Hmph. "She'll get over it in a matter of weeks - if not days - and if she's unhappy in the meantime... oh well."
C'al looks at you, "Ok... We know what I want, we know what Jeueneth wants... What does Josy want?"
Joslyn replies, easily, "To be happy with you again like we used to be."
C'al says "Nothing's like it used to be, love. We can be happy together many ways. I don't want this to happen just because /I/ want it to."
Joslyn clears her throat quietly, a comical little A-hem before she proceeds. "Dear, have you ever known me to do anything I didn't want to? Except during weyrling training. That doesn't count."
C'al shrugs, "Before we graduted, have you ever known me to do what I did? We've all changed, in some cases a lot. I'm still learning about how we are now... So I need to ask."
Joslyn shakes her head a bit at that, noting quietly, "I haven't changed so much, precious." The rest of it earns a summary shrug before she finishes, "If I didn't want to share a weyr with you, I wouldn't do it."
C'al nods, and thinks a long moment, "Josy... I would very much like to... If it is what you want, too." He smiles a little, "We can always try it and see how it goes. To use your logic again, we're a stone's throw apart if I have to flee."
Joslyn laughs softly at the slightly twisted logic, a little nod in response to the not-quite-question. "So I guess this means I should prob'ly clean up, hmmm?" she reasons, temple scratched at the thought. Cleaning, eew.
C'al says "I'll help, if you like, since Zanah cleaned my place up."
"Since who cleaned your place up?" Joslyn asks, making a face at what sounds like a decidedly feminine name. She adds quickly, though, "No, don't help. You'll put things in th'wrong places and I'll never find 'em again."
C'al says "Zanah." He blinks as he realises something, "Oh! You haven't met her. She's my sister, from Crom."
Joslyn scratches the back of her head thoughtfully, mulling over this concept for a full minute or more. Eventually, she just asks, "She's not gonna move in, too, is she?"
C'al says "With us? Shards, no. I'd go insane. She's hoping to live at the weyr, though. Finally had enough of mom. 65 turns old, and still treating the family like her own private craft."
Joslyn grins up at you, unwinding herself from your arms methodically. "Someone's gotta keep you in line, precious. Faranth knows I haven't been able t'manage it yet."
C'al shrugs, "She couldn't, either. Still doesn't talk to me. Not that I've tried recently. Zanah says I should..." He sighs, "She says mom is going downhill. Can't leave Crom anymore due to bone aches and such. Leaving?"
Joslyn frowns at all of this and says, with a /great/ deal of gravity considering the source, "You should go and see her, dear. You may not get on with her, but it's important and you'll be sorry if you don't." The question earns a look meadow-wards. "If you plan on moving in anytime soon, you're gonna want someplace to put your stuff, hmm?"
C'al chuckles softly, "Aye, I suppose so."
"I mean, you're welcome t'just throw it on the floor - plenty of room there - but I figured you might like a drawer or a shelf or something. Correct me if I'm wrong," Joslyn teases, standing up and stepping aside to brush sand off of her limbs.
C'al chuckles, "Take your time. Maybe give it a few days before we move things, see if it's tolerable for us all?"
Joslyn tries to take the initiative and what does she get? Permission to procrastinate - silly bronzerider. "Prob'ly notta bad idea. 'Sides, thisaway you can see what it's /really/ like livin' with Josy, you poor thing."
C'al chuckles softly, "Nice on those cold nights."
Joslyn rolls her eyes slightly, a few of the nearest shells procured to be pitched at Jeuneth one at a time until the queen rouses with a grumble. "No cold nights on this continent, precious."
C'al chuckles, "Not to you. I get cold easily.
Joslyn, sweetly, "I'll make sure t'requisition extra furs forya, precious."
C'al chuckles, "I've got plenty."
"Good. 'Cause I'm kinda stingy with mine." Joslyn turns toward Jeuneth, who was just about to drift off once again, and skims another shell that it bounces off of the nearest nostril and earns a mighty /snort/.
C'al chuckles softly, then asks, a bit uncomfortably, "So a few days, then, for you to get ready?
Joslyn uhms, pitching the remaining three or four shells at Jeuneth just for fun, and then shrugs up both shoulders. "Sure. Just - if I'm not there - don't touch anything, 'kay? At least for a li'l while."
C'al chuckles, "I'll wait till you tell me it's ok."
Joslyn gives a thumbs up accompanied by a quick wink: "Good call, precious." With nothing more to toss at her lifemate, she slaps her palms until the sand shakes loose and then mutely beckons Jeuneth to her feet. "Anyway, we gotta go have a good argument now. You /behave/."
C'al chuckles softly, "Sleep well, beloved."
"Back atya, baby." Joslyn blows a duo of kisses back at you and then turns, Jeuneth a few paces ahead, and trots up the path toward the meadow, chattering away at the queen the whole while.
You walk toward the lakeside meadow.
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