Monaco Bay Weyr - Main Clearing
The main clearing of Monaco Bay Weyr is immense, a sprawling space carved out from the verdant jungle that is constantly threatening to encroach from the north and east. There are a few pathways paved with dark stone; otherwise, the ground is full of dust — or worse, mud, during the rainy season — due to the constant churn from dragons taking off and landing. The trees tend to be enormous affairs, sweeping the skies far above the heads of any dragons, with trunks bigger than a dragon-length around. Shaded by the surrounding foliage is the single feature that makes this area suitable for habitation: a series of large bubble caverns provide permanence and shelter for the inhabitants of this tropical Weyr.
It's early morning at Monaco Bay, only a few hours past sunrise, and that means with such a late night hatching that J'en only managed to get a few hours of sleep before he was going to check in with the weyrlings. Ah, the burdens of that assistant weyrlingmaster knot there on his jacket's shoulder. That particular item of clothing has been left open, revealing the crimson red tanktop that he's worn beneath, long legs encased in black leather to match the rest of his flight gear and those trademark heavy steel-toed boots. Jae's black hair has grown out of its style, long enough now that it hangs in his face (notably with two-days stubble), so it's been pulled back into a short stumpy runner at the back of his head. Hands shoved into his jacket pockets, he trudges across the main clearing headed for the common cavern, those unmistakable golden eyes affixed to the entrance.
And why is Risali still here? Because she is pregnant, of course, and while she might not have been cleared to come to Monaco Bay, she did check with a healer on the status of her unborn child (amid many a disapproving look) and was told she needed to wait a couple of days before making the jump again. Preferably not at all, but this is Risali who firmly believes that RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN and SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE WANTS. Anyway, none of that is important except that she is here, wrapped in leathers that are uncomfortably snug because she is pregnant, but they're what she's got. Even her hair is tied up in a messy bun at the back of her head, which all just means that she has PERFECTLY CLEAR VISION WHEN JAE WALKS INTO IT. (I am super struggling with words so fight me) For a moment, Risali just stares, grey eyes tracking movement as if she's willing away a hallucination or just might not know what she's seeing and then it hits. It hits and those parted lips twist into an angry issuance of, "OI!" And there her tiny legs go, carrying her with long-but-not-nearly-long-enough strides across the bowl. "YOU." A beat, and MAYBE J'EN CAN SEE HER NOW, maybe he can see those brows furrowed in anger, that posture in her body that says FIGHTFIGHTFIGHTFIGHT before she's upon him, both hands coming up to his chest so that she can shove him. "Where the HELL have you been?!" Here, obviously, and for a moment Risali looks wild, accusation mixing with hurt mixing with anger on her expression. And maybe those are tears, but SHUT UP because before they can become embarrassing she's hugging Jae. Tight. And then she's shoving him away again. "Two turns, Jae?" Those are definitely tears, but do as Risali does and don't acknowledge them and you might make it out okay.
S'van had mentioned that Leirith and her rider were here, apparently setting things on fire down on the beach, but really so much had gone down last night and afterwards that it was far from Jae's mind. Bordering on inconsequential. Controlled fire on the beach verses sabotage and infiltrated sands. There wasn't much of a comparison. So when the enraged issuance from Risali pierces the warm morning air like an assassin's dagger, the bronzerider stops fast, every muscles of his body locking up in that single moment. Golden eyes track towards what originated the sound that had sent a cold wash down his spine, slowly, mechanically rotating his head on the pivot of his neck to follow. It's not possible to pale over a tan, even one as light as Jae's was, so he takes on a sort of ashen appearance as sound and face connect and he realizes that he wasn't having a sleep deprived hallucination. Nope, that was totally one seriously pissed off goldrider tromping and stomping his way, clearly, with murder on her mind. J'en startles at the following 'YOU', eyes wide as he takes a step back, so thrown off kilter that he doesn't realize the comical image that this scene presents. Tiny little woman intimidating the tattooed bad boy. Honestly, it was just the suddenness of her appearance that done it, now it was all about scrambling to catch back up. As this was not a particularly fast process for him, at least not fast enough to make up for Risali's acceleration in his direction, J'en isn't quite there by the time she lifts her hands and slams them into his chest, knocking him back another step or two. That does it, "The actual fuck?" he snarls and then he's thrown off again by the hug, a very tight hug paired with tears of all things, "Risa…" is said softer, almost apologetic as he steps in and lifts hands presumedly to return the sentiment, but he's being shoved away again. "Fuckin' FUCK!" comes with with hiss, aching now in the places that she'd managed to strike perfectly, twice in a row, like a fucking bullseye. Now, he was glaring at the tear streaked woman, rubbing at one of his shoulders, "Ya'd think after two turns ya woulda learn 'ow to be less violent when yer pissed off…" Cause ow.
"You'd think after two turns, you would have remembered how to between." PUSH. But there it is, that angry wind leaving Risali's sails, those grey eyes delineating his face, his hair, down, down, down as if absorbing every detail, as if making mental marks and tallies about things that have changed and things that probably never will. "Still too tall," she whispers as those silver-hues climb back up, as they find gold to hold when her mouth pulls into a downward, angry slash again and her voice comes out stronger with accusation. "Still an idiot." And there Risali goes, turning her back to the Monacoan bronzerider, swiping at her eyes because CURSE THEM AND THEIR SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL, and walking away. Yep, Risali is just storming off, heading towards the living caverns probably in search of a Klah vat big enough to push Jae into so she can WATCH HIM DROWN and then say it was an accident. A very violent, very terrible, very fatal-to-Jae accident. JUST KIDDING. She is walking away though, arms coming across her chest as if that might somehow reign in emotions complicated by pregnancy; as if that might keep her from acting out on those violent thoughts so close to the surface because Jae is right. Risali is a weyrwoman, and while that doesn't mean she has to change every faucet of her personality, it certainly means she has to reign in those more temperamental inclinations. SO SHE DOES. BY WALKING AWAY. Jae can chase her or not, but it seems the tiny goldrider is disinclined to pursue accusations and clearing-public pushes.
We'll blame it on the fact that J'en was too busy glaring down at the tiny goldrider to anticipate that she was going to push him, //again/. This time, however, he doesn't budge, golden eyes narrowing to slivers, "What did ya expect, Risali? Ya were a complete bitch to meh and S'van last time we came to visit ya, an' we ain't yer fuckin' punchin' bags," he growls low, but it tapers off as she inspects him, sending a single brow upwards. The bronzerider's lips were pulled downwards, slightly, at the corners throughout the sweep of her gaze and he waits with traces of irritation lining his face. When she comments on his height, he blinks, staring the goldrider down. It wasn't as if he could do anything about his height, well, unless she decided to lop him off at the knees. That'd do it. An exasperated sound escapes him when she calls him an idiot, looking mildly offended at the accusation, and he stands there for just a moment as she storms off. Just, watching her. Then, ground eating strides close that distance in no time and he easily scoops her up in a princess carry and carts her off elsewhere. No matter how she might struggle, hit, kick, bite, whatever. She wasn't going anywhere except to where he took her. "Fuckin'…stubborn…irrational…violent…overly emotionally…" he growls again, this time beneath his breath, tracking back over the beach towards the cottage he shares with Monaco's weyrsecond.
Risali should have known. The goldrider should have known that turning her back on J'en was a mistake, but it's too late. By the time she realizes what exactly is happening, she's already in Jae's arms, and despite the startled sound she makes (because the only people usually brave enough to touch her are her weyrmates), despite the way startled grey eyes fix on the bronzerider's face and those lips remain momentarily parted to emphasize her surprise, it takes seconds for Risali to dissolve back to rage. And so yes, she absolutely does open-handed smack his clavicle; she absolutely does push his face away, and up, all while she wiggles with persistent violence in his arms, and pushes at his shoulders, and screams obscenities at him TO NO EFFECT. "FUCK YOU, JAE. PUT ME DOWN. PUT. ME. DOWN! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? IDIOT, WHERRYFACED, STUPID —" you get the point. She's mad, and she's fighting. BUT YOU KNOW WHO ISN'T MAD? OR FIGHTING? Leirith. Acutally, the gold slips in behind the bronzerider and her stolen lifemate, too much amusement in that broadcasting mind as drums, and bass, and violent sound beat at minds. "LEIRITH. EAT HIM." « I DO NOT HAVE HANDS, MINION, AND YOU LOOK OKAY TO ME. » And yep, Leirith is zero help and all laughter because she is the rudest gold to ever hatch this side of Pern ever. « DO NOT WORRY, MINION. YOU LOOK LIKE A BADASS. » Yep. That was a very frustrated shriek, and it came from Risa.
Monaco Bay Weyr - Sundered Solitude Weyr
The walls of this cottage have been painted pure white, which might be blinding were it not for strategically placed house plants scattered about to add a splash of color. Ornate throw rugs in jewel tones have been placed over high traffic areas to protect hardwood floors of refinished reclaimed lumber. To the left of the entry is a L-shaped kitchen with stone slab counter tops, rustic wood accents, and aged copper plumbing, complete with modern appliances and seating for four around a simple wooden table. To the left of the entry, beyond the stairs that lead to the second floor, is a sitting room with a long curled white couch accented by naturally weathered wood elements such as a cabinet, side tables, and a glass top klah table made from a large hunk of driftwood; all set across from a fireplace with shelving laden for personal knick-knacks built above. A doorway beside the fireplace leads off to a large addition suited for the pool table to found dead center in the middle of the room, but also for a well-lit workstation covered with tools and computer parts, and a good sized office space. Another doorway off the living room opens up to a space that contains a king-sized bed done up in white linens. A trunk, two bedside tables and built in closet are used for storage. A bathroom with walls and floor done in pristine ivory tile can be found here off to the right, containing a large glass panel shower accentuated by river stone, clawfoot tub, toilet, double sink vanity, and several racks and shelves for toiletries and towels.
After doing things and saying things? Yeah, marching off like that wasn't the smartest move on the planet, but it's one of those things that can chalked up to pregnancy. Oh, J'en had noticed that rounded out tummy all right. What was he supposed to say after she'd shoved him three times and called him an idiot? Congratulate her? Maybe, but that doesn't mean he's going to do it. Nope. Right now he was busy trying not to drop her, preferably off a cliff, as she slaps and smooshes and pushes on his face. "Ugh," he says abruptly after a whole lot of staring blankly (and rather unimpressedly) forward towards his goal, glaring down at her again from above. At least, best he could seeing as she was thrusting her hand upwards against his jaw, "Would ya cut the shit?" It's said through clenched teeth, and maybe that not entirely his idea considering. Ah, then there's Leirith and her crashing beat thumping against his brain pan. It been a while, and so he winces noticably and feels an unfamiliar wave of nausea. Only Leketh (who was totes waiting eagerly on the edge of the property) was ever inside his head here at Monaco, while at Half Moon Bay and Xanadu he had two very 'expressive' dragons to content with, so he would just need a moment to breathe with a flailing goldrider in his arms before he continues onwards. "Nice to see ya too, Leirith…" is muttered in a grumble. Sure enough, there's Leketh, practically tap-dancing on his paws as Leirith clears the trees surrounding S'van and Jae's cottage. A two story building with a wrap around porch and some modest additions. « LEIRITH! » The bronze's mind quivers in droplets of dew suspended in darkness on spinner silk wrapped around a globular mass which pulses red and blue rapidly in his excitement. J'en flinches again, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to eyeball his lifemate, at least getting him to park himself but does nothing to hide that barely contained energy. Head swiveling around the house and human so that whirling facets could take in all of the queen, tail slithering and twitching behind him. J'en snorts, ascends the stairs, and manages somehow to get the door open after kicking off his boots. Once inside, the door is closed and he deposits Risali as gently as he can onto the couch, "Tea?" he asks as softly as he can, parts of him aching and throbbing after that assault, but already moving off to put a kettle on the stove.
« OH HELLO, MINION. YOU ARE SO SMALL I DID NOT SEE YOU THERE. » BADUM, TSH. Which is less an insult to Jae, and more an insult to her lifemate because guess which one of those options is the smallest. Yeah. Risali would be unamused if she weren't already scraping the bottom of her amusement barrel, and Leirith capitalizes on this by being exuberant joy. That giddy, over-enthusiastic, bombastic mind carries our favorite condiment-colored queen; it carries her past riders, past Jae's WARNING LOOKS and right over to that bronze that she very much does squish beneath her bulk because this is Leirith and this is how she shows affection. Like a million ton cat who didn't stop to think about whether or not they would fit. « LEKETH. YOUR MINION IS AS BADASS AS EVER. I SET A STAGE ON FIRE. » PRAISE HER. (Only don't. Don't encourage her, Leketh. It might end in the cottage catching fire.) And then it doesn't matter what dragons are doing because Risali is in Jae's home, and on Jae's couch, and there's indignant fury setting tension to every muscle as she sits up proper and then gains her feet. The offer for tea comes, but Risali is already stalking to close the gap of distance that Jae's REALLY ANNOYINGLY LONG LEGS have put between them. She grabs his arm and pulls — no down, but to the side, shoving his shoulder when it becomes exposed. "I don't want tea, Jaelynn. I WANT AN EXPLANATION." And there they come again, those inevitable tears because for as tough and fierce as Risali is, she is still very much human. "Two turns? TWO. I had another son named Darien, and where were you?" A pause as her breath goes staccato in her lungs, exacerbated by children pressing into them and EMOTION. "I became a Senior Weyrwoman and WHERE WERE YOU?" A beat as she blinks back that betraying manifestation of emotion, swipes at her eyes again to clear her vision. "S'van came to see me. Where were you?" No, 'I'm sorry,' no, 'I know things ended badly.' Just a lot of anger, and a lot of not being fair. She knows it, maybe it's communicated in the quiver of her lip when she draws back, when she drops her hands and those grey eyes go towards the couch. "Where were you?" A whisper this time, less an accusation and more a question uttered in the throes of resignation.
Small? J'en turns his head and flicks a look over his shoulder towards Leirith and tries not to look like she just stabbed him between the eyes with an ice pick. Sigh. Though, then there is Leketh, who rumbles in absolute joy when that mustard-hued body collides with his golden edged one. The squishes. Oh. How he had missed them! « Right? His coloration is the best, don't you think? » And the mammoth-sized bronze returns the mushing by leaning into her bulk, brushing his snout along the length of her neck. « Was that you? I could see the glow from all the way down here. It was almost as lovely as you are. » Inside, J'en groans and tosses the door a look, totally grossed and skeezed out right now. You don't even know. He doesn't have long to think about that right now though, not with Risali jumping up off the couch and coming at him like a rabid honey badger (she does what she wants). Arm grabbed and shoved, he allows it, then sliding out of his jacket and setting it onto the back of one kitchen chair. His hand rests there, watching Risali come apart, or rather letting her get everything out in the open rather than letting it stew. Only when she's done screaming at him and has calmed enough to bring her voice down to a whisper, does he even attempt to speak. "Meh? I was 'ere. Sevran fell off a fuckin' cliff, 'e tell ya that? Ya, scared meh 'ave to death. Then, 'e got asked to be weyrsecond, outta the fuckin' blue. Ya gunna yer weyrmate fuck no, ya can't go and do that thin' ya've been excitedly talkin' 'bout for the last fifteen minutes with 'is eyes fuckin's sparklin' and lookin' atcha with as if yer 'oldin' all 'is 'opes and dreams? So that was a thin'," he growls, his arms trembling because he was holding the back of his chair and the jacket over it so hard both wood and leather groan, his knuckles going white. "Yeah, it was fun bein' shoved into the craftin' wing by mah weyrmate without even bein' asked. Then spending mah days and nights workin' on craft shit on a fuckin' deadline that made meh wanna tear mah 'air out. Then gettin' those damned 'ope eyes, again, 'cause S'van was 'avin' issues with the 'olders and I get moved…AGAIN…this time into fuckin' Deluge…which…by the way…is almost exactly like Archipelago…except it ain't meh runnin' it, it's some fucktard who dunno 'is ass from 'is elbow and is talkin' to meh like I ain't been leadin' a whole fuckin' wing of dragons for almost six turns…an' that sometimes…sometimes…I forget 'ow proud I am of S'van and I resent the love of mah life an' 'ow fuckin' amazin' an 'e is at 'is job cause it fuckin' cost meh mine…" He's panting a little by the end of it, talking a few second to himself just to breathe, "So, yeah…that's where I was…" Shoving himself up and of the back of that chair, he grabs the box of tissues off the top of the fridge and shoves it at Risali, "To make matters worse, S'van trusted meh to watch and listen for rumblin's out there and I fuckin' missed not only the lights gettin' fucked with, but people bein' snuck onto the sands durin' the Faranth fuckin' hatchin'…"
Leirith just booms laughter, because of course her fire was lovely. WAS THERE A QUESTION ABOUT THAT? NEVERMIND THE DRAGONS. The important stuff is happening inside, where Jae has taken Risali for an emotional hostage and Risali is standing with her chest heaving, arms to her sides, shoulders slightly hunched as she //listens to J'en's explanation and — stiffens. "No," comes between gritted teeth, from a jaw that strains to work through sudden tension. "He didn't tell me that. And neither did you." And oh, but that's a mistake that's going to come back and find S'van, even if Risali is swallowing down anger and trying to focus on what Jae is saying as opposed to hunting down Monaco's Weyrsecond and punching him in the face (YEAH YOU READ ME (get it, like heard except this is text so SHUT UP IT'S FUNNY)). "I know what Deluge is, Jae. I'm weyrmated to its former Wingleader." Which isn't actually relevant, just Risali getting in a barbed remark where she can because she's still mad and that hasn't changed over the course of J'en's admittances. But maybe it softens her, because by the end of his tirade she's exhaling; she's pressing the heels of both of her hands to her eyes as if trying to ward off a headache and shaking her head before… dropping her arms, crossing them over her chest, and moving — away from Jae, back towards that couch were she sits and… "I will take some tea," comes not without a bite, but certainly gentle as she REACHES DOWN TO UNLACE HER BOOTS and then curls her feet under her on the sofa. She leans sideways against the armrest, grey eyes seeking out J'en from where she sits and… "So why don't you talk to him, Jae? He's your weyrmate." STARE. Brow rub. "And you can't be everywhere at once, don't be ridiculous. How do you even know it wasn't something…" a handwave, as if she's trying to remember all those techcrafter words that D'lei surely taught her and failing to recall any of them. "… mechanical? Did the weyr already complete an investigation?"
"Like I said, I was scared and angry at mahself 'cause I was the one who sent 'im out 'ere on that trainin' exercise…and ya didn't 'ear 'bout it 'cause the last time we talked, ya weren't the kinda person I wanted to be around when I was feelin' like that," J'en explains at least why he hadn't gone to see Risali after S'van fell down a cliff and busted up his shoulder. All of J'en stiffens at mention of D'lei, or at least he's eluded to, for more reasons than he could count and none of which he ever planned to voice. Instead, he works on setting up for tea as Risali truly appears to calm down and moves away back to the couch he'd deposited her to after he'd carried her here. Water is poured into the kettle and its set onto the stove, the burning turned up towards a higher setting, "If I did that, 'e'd quit, pack up our shit and move us back to 'alf Moon…an' I ain't 'bout to be responsible for that. I love 'im an' as much as 'e complains, 'e loves bein' weyrsecond and 'e's amazin' at it," he much more softly replies, opening up the fridge and pulling out a lemon to slice. As for the electrical problems? J'en turns his head and settles his gaze upon the comfy seated goldrider, "It weren't and yeah, they investigated…that's 'ow they knew it was sabotaged." Looking down as soon as that was said, it all came to a head with that there lemon slicing. Wheee. Slice. Slice. "I shoulda, I dunno. I shoulda been able to 'ear somethin' 'bout it. But it was done, unable to be repaired in time, and now we got 'urt former candidates and intruders, and one of 'em intruders Impressed…and…" J'en waves the knife, dismissively, before rinsing it beneath a stream of water and placing it in the strainer beside the sink. "It's a fuckin' mess.
Whatever Risali is thinking, it goes unsaid; grey eyes do narrow for that stiffening once D'lei is alluded to by occupation (and status), but Risali doesn't touch on it. She lets it go, assumes it is either unimportant or important and something she just might beat him to death with the kettle for — so she lets it go. There's plenty other to focus on anyway, on the fact that S'van would walk away from everything to see Jae happy, on the fact that Jae loves S'van too much to let him do it, and maybe there is guilt there because Risali knows how that turns out from experience, because she watched D'lei walk away from his life for her. A beat, and then: "Stop, Jae. Just…" softer, "… stop." BUT STOP WHAT? The goldrider is on her feet again, maneuvering her way to The Great Lemon Massacre of 2718, standing beside Jae in silence while she listens, while she watches him cut, and rinse, and set aside that knife. And as soon as it's out of his hands, Risali is tucking herself in against him, cheating to duck under his arm and press herself in against his side, to hook her arms around his middle and squeeze, turning her head so that it's her cheek pressed to his chest and not her chin or her forehead or her nose. For a moment, she just simply remains, shushing him if he tries to question her, remaining silent and still if not. And now her chin finds his chest, though the goldrider hasn't stepped back or dropped her arms. Grey eyes seek out gold from WAY DOWN HERE and finally she speaks. "Every weyr has a lack of communication sometimes. Every weyr has bad things that happen, no matter who or how many people you put on detail. We're human, J'en. Mistakes happen, lapses in judgement happen — it's okay." A beat, and then a narrowing of eyes before a mischievous smile comes into play. "Though your, ah… unexpected weyrling amuses me. Which one was it?" Because she was TRYING TO WATCH FROM THE STANDS, YO. Either way, that smile falters and Risali finally moves back, to lean forward and start helping with the tea, to hip-check the bronzerider beside her because this is Risali and she breathes violence in order to sustain herself. "But you should talk to him. Maybe, instead of trying all of these different things, maybe you can focus on you for a little bit. S'van probably makes enough to support the both of you, and I hope he loves you enough to let you figure things out." A beat, and then MOST WICKED. "I steal D'lei's and K'vir's marks all of the time, because I use mine to buy baby clothes." SHE'S THE WORST.
That stiffness is short-lived and gone in a flash with the very next inhale and exhale, the bronzerider's face left completely unchanged in the process. He looked, tired, almost worn out. Though, that might be only because he hasn't gotten much in the way of sleep. He turns his head away from lemon cutting as Risali tells him to stop, brows lifted and blinking, "Stop what?" he asks, even as he stops cutting. What else had he been doing? The fruit is eyed, and he looks back in time to see Risali get up off the couch, tensing again. Hey, she was on approach, and he was all but conditioned to respond that way at this point, regardless of the two turn gap since they last saw one another. He did not expect to have her arms wrapped around him or the side of her face to be pressed against his side like that, standing there in his kitchen with his arms raised up and fairly at a loss. "Risa, what are ya…?" Or at least he tries to say something like that but he's shushed, causing his shoulders to drop and to issue a long heavy sigh. You know, for a little thing, she squeezes kinda hard. "Ugh, ooookay…" Another sigh, even heavier than the last, when she tries to reason away his unreasonable guilt, "Yeah well…'e asked meh to watch an' listen specifically to prevent that sorta shit, an' I dun't do that all too well…now did I? That was some big shit to go down, someone 'ad to be talkin'…" Not the people J'en was watching or listening to, obviously. He glances downwards, catcng the narrowing of her eyes and that mischievous grin, taking on the sort of disposition of one unsure if he was supposed to smile back or run cause she was coming for him, Uh…A'ti…green Vinelsieth's." Unsettled, he lowers his arms a little at a time until the one that Risali was under, ends up loose against her back, about a second before her grin fades and she's moving away. Apparently, to help make tea. Okay then. Exhaling softly, he gets the mugs down from way up where she couldn't reach and hands them off to her, one at a time, as well as the tin of rich aromatic tea leaves, soon rummaging around for the seeper and the tea pot. Yes, he totally has a teapot. It's BLACK okay? Like those cups and his soul. "Listen, I ain't the one movin' meh into different win's every two seconds. Weren't mah idea neither," he grumbles, pointing at Risali with the strainer, "Wasn't exactly enthusiastic when 'e suggested Deluge, 'cause Phantasm was killin' meh…'e took it personally. Like 'e sucks at 'is job or lovin' meh or somethin'. Do I did it." A shake of his head and he offers the teapot over to her, picking the kettle up off the burner before it started whistling, "Bein' a winrider again, makes mah skin crawl, but I was ready to stick it out in Deluge if it meant a chance to advance mah rank…" Jae's jaw tightens, pouring the water into the pot and setting the tea down with a spoon beside it so she can add those things to th water too. "Now I get to 'erd weyrlin's instead." Clunk, goes the kettle back onto the stove on a cooled burner. "Sevran might be mah weyrmate, but 'e's also mah weyrsecond, the last time 'e moved meh weren't a request. More an order…" Although, there is a side-eye for the thieving, "I can't do either of those thin's. I'd be bored outta mah mind not 'avin' anythin' to do, an' I ain't the sort to steal from mah weyrmate." Eyes. EYES. EYES.
"S'van loves you, Jae. He asked you to do it because he trusted you enough to do it right, but I don't think S'van expects you to be superhuman. Everybody makes mistakes. Everybody." And then she's back to listening, nodding her head, stealing glances at J'en while she works with her hands and then exhaling once he's reached the end. "Be nice to them, Jae. Smile every once in a while." LOOK AT HER EYES NARROW. "I mean it. But you're right, he is your weyrsecond and sometimes that means he is going to have to put you in situations where he needs you instead of where you want to be. Maybe it doesn't feel like it, but I don't think that S'van would give you anything he thought you couldn't handle, and I certainly think it speaks levels about how much he trusts you if he's willing to let you and Leketh be some of the people who ensure Monaco Bay's weyrlings don't between themselves or maim themselves pushing their dragons beyond their limits." AND HEY. "What?" Risali asks, jutting her chin up at that side-eye. It's when he answers that her smile comes slow and wicked, that she hiccups laughter and shakes her head. "It's not stealing if they know you're doing it, Jae." Did she just take a piece of lemon to suck on? GROSS RISA. But she's pregnant, and a pregnant woman has NEEDS, so that means she's got a lemon-rind smile for a moment that… she abuses to make a face at J'en. One, two, three, and she's stumbling forward to lean against that counter, eyes going distant for one, two, three heartbeats before she comes back and those brows knit. OUT COMES THE LEMON SLICE, and Risali is stepping back, throwing it away, and putting a finger RIGHT IN JAE'S CHEST. "You tell your idiot weyrmate that I'm looking for him and he better have a damn good explanation." BUT ISN'T HE LOOKING FOR HER? And then just liked that she's moving, leaning down to grab her boots, stumble-hopping to pull them on unlaced and pausing only at the door. A hesitation and then… "Sorry about the tea, Jae. But if you go another two turns without so much as a hello, I will drown you in it." Risanese for TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, BRONZERIDER. And then she's gone, out the door to a waiting Leirith, looking not at all pleased because she's about to make this jump between again for STUPID WEYR POLITICS that she doesn't have time for but has to be present for because she's the sharding weyrwoman. BLIP. « FAREWELL, MY LEKETH. MINE SAYS NEXT TIME YOURS CAN COME MAKE TEA AT OURS. » WOOOOHOOO!