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April 17, 2000 |
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Vrokk Beach...
Yosannah slides her arms around Damen's waist, "So. Where are we going to call home when this is all over with?"
Damen smiles, "Well, I hope you don't have a preference...and if you do...tell me now." He smiles, "Because that's part of your wedding present."
"You're getting me a present? I wasn't going to get you anything! Now I have to get you something."
Damen grins, "You're giving me your hand."
"And you're giving me yours, why do we need the extra gifts?
Damen grins, "Maybe I think I need to sweeten my coffers a bit? I mean...it's me." He laughs, "I'm a blue-light special." Damen eyes drift off. Damen nods to no one in particular.
Yosannah regards him as the nibbles at his ear go ignored. "Damen?"
Damen murmurs, "Trump."
She kisses hs neck, "... you could have ignored it."
Damen reaches foward, "I can't ignore this."
Riva appears, grasping Damen's hand.
Yosannah tucks her hair behind her ear as she steps away from Damen."
Riva blinks and winces as she looks around, as if being slapped. She looks at Yosannah. "Sorry." she looks at Damen. "This won't take long."
Yosannah sighs. It takes a moment for her to recognize the young woman, "Jesus, Damen. You'll give you trump to anyone, won't you."
Riva looks positively hellish, voice raw and eyes red and puffy.
Yosannah moves toward the girl. "Riv, what happened to you."
Damen regards Riva.
Riva says "Lots of thing, though the one you're most likely to hear about is that I nearly killed Jurt the other night. Last night if one runs by Amber time. I've left Avim and am in the process of doing some major end-cutting."
Damen raises an eyebrow, "Repurcussions?"
Riva says "Don't know yet. Probly my death." she looks at Yosannah and lowers her voice muttering softly."
Yosannah crosses her arms and looks to Damen, "What has this got to do with you, Damen."
Damen shrugs, "Jurt has little to no power in the Courts..."
Riva looks at Yosannah. "Nothing with him." she assures the other woman.
Damen assures Yosannah, "Everything and nothing." He frowns as Riva mutters something to him "Do you feel that is necessary? I would think you would want all your guns behind you at this juncture."
Riva snorts softly, and looks at Yosannah. "Sorry." she turns her back and whispers meaningfully at Damen.
"Riva, what are you..." Yo stops mid-phrase as she is cut out of the conversation, "Whatever." She begins to move toward the waterline, "ridiculous."
Riva blinks, looking suprised as she converses lowly with Damen.
Damen takes a moment to regard Yosannah before looking back to Riva.
Yosannah is a slight distance away. She picks up a stone and throws it out across the water.
Damen nods. "Do what you have to do."
Yosannah glances over her shoulder at the two for a brief second.
Damen offers his hand to Riva.
Riva blinks and looks at Damen, suprise repleacing the look of dull pain on her face. She takes Damen's proffered hand and nods.
Damen nods, "I might pay him a visit as well."
Riva's expression turns to simple disbelief, then a deep paranoid unease, "Whatever."
Yosannah slides her arms into her suede jacket. She reaches into one of the pockets and retrieves a hair clip.
Riva looks even more paranoid, simply nodding. "Right," she looks to Yosannah. "Sorry for the interruption, Yo. Take care." She pulls out a trump and lowers her gaze to it.
Yosannah turns at the sound or Riva's voice and offers a light wave.
Riva moves forward and vanishes, leaving behind a rapidly fading afterimage.
Damen moves back to Yosannah, "Hi. Sorry about that. So...no secrets. Ready for the explanation?"
Yosannah clips her hair at the back of her head, crosses her arms over her chest and smiles without a word.
Damen chuckles and kisses her softly, "I'll take that as a yes." He pauses, then continues, wrapping an arm around her. "She works for me. She got herself in trouble....not by my orders...and I asked her if she needed my protection. She's wrapping up a few details....taking stock of her position...and we'll see." He shrugs, "That's the story."
Yosannah succumbs to his kisses and wraps her arms about him gain. "Asked her if she needed your protection." She brushes her lips over his neck, "Damen. The great protector. What sort of trouble did she get herself into."
Damen nuzzles against her, curling a strand of her hair in his fingers. "Jasra asked her to do a favor which involved Jurt nearly dying, apparently. And now she's worried about repurcussions....which there will be."
"Jurt. That name sounds familiar to me,who is he."
Damen smiles before peering at her. "Merlin's brother."
Yosannah's gaze meets his with a grin, "What a tangled web"
"Tangled is just a by-word for my family. And just think...you'll be part of it soon."
Yosannah smiles playfully, "What a horrible thought."