RP:Whose Hammock is it Anyway?

This is a Rogue's Guild RP.

Location: Lita’s Beachside Villa

Characters: Mahri, Lita, Leoxander

Summary: The morning after Mesdoram’s ‘performance’, Leo checks in with the Alpha and the Commander after safely hauling some precious cargo home from the mainland.

Beachside Villa, Rynvale

Lita is not used to having people in her bed. And somehow it's a strange thing to be startled a wake and find absence where Mahri had been. She reaches a hand out, scratching at the wall where the paint's been worn thin and reminds herself to breathe for a few minutes, before finding a tee shirt and following the she-wolf's scent out to the back of the villa. She leans over the railing of the back deck, her chin propped in her palm as she watches Mahri. "Guess I should be grateful you're still here." She'd only half expected for the woman to be halfway into the northern forests by now, maybe regretting the night prior. She rubs at her eyes. "If Leo asks, I protested you're stealin' that." Meaning the hammock.

Mahri tilted her head back looking upwards, rolling her eyes the same direction for a better view.of Lita up on that balcony. Grinning, the she-wolf agrees, "Of course. You protested strongly." Silver eyes traveled the legs left bare from the hem of the t-shirt down, a brow quirking slightly. "Gonna come down so I don't get a crick in my neck or what?"

Leoxander had returned to Cenril’s harbor with Loravelle immediately after the performance, as she was understandably in shock and wanted to return home to the island. In tow came a few of her visiting sisters and uncle, so Mahri or Lita might later notice the two ships with their many fancy sails and embroidered banners, gold carved faces of a lion and foo, glowstones and crimson painted wood, docked in the harbor side by side with a few paid hands keeping watch. Leo was still dressed in his funeral black, his shirt untucked and rumpled, unbuttoned an extra button at the top with sleeves shoved back to his elbows and bits of rope threads and sand dirtying it somewhat. Hair knotted back in a half bun yesterday was still partly in that tie but a lot of it had fallen free around his face and in his eyes. His reason for his visit was to discuss the matter with Lita, but he was both surprised and glad to catch Mahri’s scent just before he caught sight the two outside of the villa, just out of earshot to hear his name. Picking up his pace a bit, compound bow still weighing on his back, he slowed only when he realized Lita was not in her usual sundress attire.

Lita can't help but grin, leaning her weight up onto the railing as if getting a better view of Mahri wrapped in that throw blanket, thankful that she doesn't need much imagination anymore to imagine what's beneath it. "I don't know, that could be dangerous. I just restrung that thing for the beach party. Bad enough the state you left my dress in." Not that she'd any intention of wearing it again anyway. She should be bringing up the need to find a way to get some holy water outta Cenril. The play was distracting. She should have handled it then. But Mahri had been distracting in other ways. Then Trix had shown up, all hell had broken loose. Still had to find a hydromancer too. At least the dragon blood portion, she'd managed. She's not surprised to catch the pirate's scent nearby, seeing as he normally passed en route to his ship. "You think Snow could pass as a hydromancer?" She asks Mahri idly, her mind wandering.

Mahri raises both brows then, "Do I look like I avoid dangerous?" She might have said more but she caught the scent of the pirate, and while, yes around here his scent was very nearly everywhere, but this is fresh. "She could," following Lita's train of thought and the tasks set to them by Kas. Sitting up in the hammock, bare legs dangle over the edge, swinging back and forth slowly, the lycan looks over to where Leo is likely to make his entrance. "Cap'n," the wolf inclines her head towards the blonde pirate-turned governor.

Leoxander might have considered whether or not to approach, but he didn’t pause his forward progression toward the pair… couple? He wasn’t stupid. And he didn’t have to imagine what Mahri looked like under that blanket, either, seeing as they had undressed to shift together many times. A little out of breath from being dressed a little heavier than usual in black denim, that button down and a night without much sleep in preparation to depart, he was sorely tempted to drop down into that hammock whether one or both women occupied it, but opted to stay on his feet and paused a spot in the shade of a palm. “...Quite a show yesterday, huh?” Icebreaker, rather than joke right into asking how -their- evening went.

Lita would have to compare notes with Leo later in regards to Mahri. He's asking about the show and opting for something more than the obvious conversation topics. Look at him growing as a person. Lita offers him a nod in greeting, ignoring the fact that both she and Mahri are both less than ideally dressed for most meetings. This is normal. "It was something." She offers. "Honestly, I've no idea what most of 'em was so upset about, but Trix bit that girl's finger off goin' after some shiny ring on her finger." Before she'd scooped her out of there shifted as a fox, at least. She shrugs absently at this news. "You an' Mouse make it out a'right?"

Mahri really would have prefered not to think about the 'play' last night. "It was somethin' alright." A pause, then, "Did you know any of them?" The elf who was separated from the Drow, or the names given and carved into the elf's body. Drawing the blanket a little closer around herself, the wolf pats a spot next to her for Leo to sit in. After all, he'd sort of claimed the hammock as his own, hadn't he? Maybe Lita had the right idea in putting at least one more up.

Leoxander dug his pocket for a smoke from the wooden case, knowing Mahri could at least provide him a light if he couldn’t find any matchbox in the other pockets of loose fit jeans. He placed it between his lips after answering. “She’s… pretty shaken up, but she’ll live.” Leo hadn’t had a moment to indulge in his habit since Mesdoram’s revelation, and he was looking forward to that calm fix, offering either woman one from the case before it was returned. Glancing toward Mahri and coming closer with a motion for a light, he avoided nodding so he could spark the end. “Not personally, but the last time he put on one of those things it was worse, an’ we did pull him out of the pit.”

Lita assumes Leo will string up his own hammock or two when he gets the place next door renovated. Then she can go steal his hammock for a change! Good thing she hadn't joined Mah in that hammock then, since Leo might take that spot. She shakes her head at the offer of a smoke, glancing out towards the ocean instead for a moment. "Worse? Not sure how you get worse than all that." She shrugs a bit. "Not sad I missed the last one though, I guess." She leans back from that deck railing. "You want a drink?" She doesn't wait for an answer before she's turning to pop back into the house to snag a bottle.

Mahri wiggles her right hand out from under the cocoon of the blanket, calling a small flame to the tip of her finger to light that smoke. She'd accept one of her own from his offer and light it herself, drawing in the blend to her lungs and exhaling a blue-grey cloud of smoke. "I'm glad Mouse is alright. I can only imagine how she felt after that fiasco." Mahri agreed with Ace, she wasn't sure how anything could have been worse than the night before. "Noticed the new ships in harbor. Anyone we know?" She didn't recognize the sails or style of carpentry decorating the vessels. Lita's offer of a drink was answered with an affirmative nod while taking another drag of the smoke.

Leoxander was relieved to know Lita could read his mind before he asked or answered her offer. He found a lean of his back against the tree and retreated one hand idly to pocket until Lita returned and he accepted whatever drink she handed his way. “We’ve got some company on the island for a while. Only place I can think of to set'em up is the townhouse in the long-ears distinct. You’ll know ‘em when you see ‘em. Lora’s sisters.” At least five of them, most with attendants or escorts, but they dressed in those bright and floral layers that they’d all known Loravelle in before she became a rogue.

Lita makes her way back outside with Mahri's bottle of rum from the night prior, catching the she-wolf's comment about the new ships as she makes her way down to the sand where the others are. "Pretty little numbers." She says about the boats, and she'll hand the bottle of rum towards Leo as she reaches to snag his smoke for a quick pull before handing it back again. "Oh, the in-laws." Or some of 'em, at least, from what she remembers. She leaves Leo the bottle of rum and settles into the hammock next to Mahri, tugging at the hem of the long tee shirt, for some sort of modesty's sake. "How'd all that go?" She'd assume Leo's met them before, but it's different having them around your own island. She'd assume so, anyway.

Mahri settles an arm around Lita, for comfort's sake and just because, when she settles next to the wolf. Lita's reply regarding the in-laws has Mahri's eyes widening slightly. "Oh, the folks that were here for the beach party?" She'd noted them but as they didn't seem to present a threat, the wolf had pretty much put them out of mind. "You ok?" she sort of echoed Ace's question. "They plan on staying for long?" Mahri rested her head against Lita's shoulder, the hand around her shoulders reaching for a lock of hair to twist around her fingers.

Leo traded the smoke for the bottle, helping himself to a very long drink before he wiped his face and trimmed beard with the back of his wrist to catch away a couple drips. Standing up out of his lean, he took the smoke back and trailed after Lita toward the hammock to hand the bottle to Mahri, taking a deep drag from his cigarette, smoke curling in his slightly open mouth to roll back into his lungs. That smoke laced the exhale of his words, nodding at Ace’s observation. “One’ve’s mine. Weddin’ gift.” He knew how extravagant a gift it was, and it had taken some time to relax from the shock of accepting the first ship he hadn’t stolen. “They didn’t maul me with pitchforks.” Another toke and exhale in a heavy sigh, looking toward Mahri. “New batch. Sailed over from her home before this place.” Half of ‘em don’t speak common an’ one looked like she was on the fence about stabbin’ me, but they seemed t’ accept it all well ‘nuff.” To their length of stay. “D’know. Might be forever.” With the mainland at feud, Rynvale was turning out to be that place of peace. Irony at its best.

Lita turns her head some to press a kiss at Mahri's temple with an amused smile. Usually she's the more affectionate of the pair. This side of the lycan is increasingly adorable, though she'll keep her thoughts to herself for now, turning dark eyes back up to Leo, a brow lofted at mention that one of those ships had been a gift. "Oh? Wow, must have really liked you then!" She's teasing, a bit. He deserved it. She'd meant it when he'd said happy looked good on him. All of them, maybe, sometimes. Now and then it felt like the tides turned for good. She'd chalk this night up to one of those. "What'll you do with the other boat?" She doesn't want to let her mind get away from here, but she knows Mahri has captained a ship or two and she's in no rush to watch parts of her life sail away again. She draws a little breath and swallows hard, opts for a light-hearted joke instead. "Unless you're gonna teach Lora to sail one, maybe?"

Mahri chuckled, imagining a group of Mouse's family chasing Leo with pitchforks. "What ~are~ you going to do with the new ship?" Was she interested in being a captain again? Nah, but she wouldn't turn it down if asked. "It is pretty, though." Mahri could empathize with Leo about his in-laws sticking around. She'd taken the bottle of rum, taken a drink and held it out towards Leo for him to take. "Aside from all that, anything new?"

Leo winced a bit at Lita’s suggestion. He was in fact starting to teach Lora about all the laws and code of sailing, but he wasn’t sure he could handle her not being on -his- vessel and after her reaction to the gruesome play, he was torn on some things. “Not likely. I’ll have to find another Captain for one.” He did glance back at Mahri at that point, but he wasn’t sure which one he would claim the wheel of, yet. The unnamed ‘gem’ was pretty fancy for his taste, and Seven was the opposite with her weaponry, simplicity, dark stained teak and black sails. Plus, as far as he knew, Mahri had the Illoria on top of being his First Mate. When she asked that question of ‘anything new’, he murmured to his fellow alpha. “I was gonna talk to Lora tonight about… what you two tol’ me. But I’m not sure if should ‘til her sisters an’ her nerves are settled.” There was a pause that might give either one a chance to respond to that, but he did try to change the subject. “S’goin’ on with you two?” And he glanced between them even though it was obvious what he was getting at.

Lita makes a noncommittal sound when Leo mentions possibly having to find another captain. But he seems more than willing to change the subject and she's quietly grateful for it. Not that it's much cheerier. She doesn't envy him that conversation with Lora. But they all had heavy pasts and things they'd probably prefer stay buried. Lora hadn't shied away from any of it yet though. Hell, on the contrary, she'd signed up for more. Lita could admire that. "One chaos at a time, maybe." She agrees, glancing back up at Leo as she sets the hammock to swaying gently with her toes in the sand. When he asks what was going on with them, she knows he means the obvious, but she seized the opportunity to reopen her previous question about Snow instead. "Trying to pin down some holy water out of Cenril. Think you could ask a meeting of Val, maybe see if she'd lend a hand with that?" Political turmoil being tense at best as of late, she wasn't looking for reasons to go poking around. "Also, do you think Emilia could pass as a hydromancer? Needing the help of one and she's the closest I can think of these days. Figure she might be willing to help me out since you brought her in and all."

Mahri nods agreement with Lita, as far as pinning down the holy water. But, she'll respond to the question of wether or not to tel Mouse about what he'd learned about himself. "Don't wait too long. It gets harder to tell the longer you do." She speaks from experience here. "You'll know the best time to say anything." Of course, Mahri is available to answer questions if needed, to fill in the missing pieces if needed. As far as the true spirit of the question regarding what's going on with the wolf and Lita, Mahri gives Leo, her dearest and closest friend that 'what do you think is going on?' look.

Leoxander figured he owed the both of them plenty of favors, and after stubbing out his cigarette to hear Lita’s request he eventually offered a nod and an answer. “Yeah, I could make that happen. Jus’ gimme a day to get the in-laws settled.” He had to learn how to be a governor to some degree, and had been meaning to sit down with the Mayor for a while. After the fiasco in Cenril, she would probably welcome the alliance. He barely betrayed a change of expression for Mahri’s obvious look, but his eyes softened from steel to calm, shallow waters. As far as the Snow queen went, Leo’s reply was accompanied by a single shoulder moving in a slight shrug. “Bes’ way to know is to ask her. I d’know if the jar’ll work twice but I know where she’ll be. I can swing while I’m over there an’ send her yer way.” He reached for the bottle from Mahri for one last drink before he would head out to leave the two in better company.

Lita nods at Leo's willingness to help out, both with Cenril and Emilia. She wants to ask where they (as in Rynvale) stand with Cenril just now. She's not as keen to make alliances with Cenril at the moment, especially with them looking like they might alliance themselves with Xalious on the vampire front. But that might be a bridge left to cross another day. One chaos at a time. "Appreciate yah." She wriggles a bit away from Mahri and swings herself to her feet to offer Leo a kiss to the cheek before departing. "Send Spike too if you see him, yeah? Had some ideas for the tattoo he's been wanting but haven't seen him in a spell." Though she hadn't seen Nort either and she'd assume they were usually causing mayhem together someplace. She'll wait for Leo to take his leave before turning to face Mahri again. "You stayin' out here or comin' back inside?" Not that she was about to actually give her much of a choice in the matter, seein' how she was taking that blanket with her, with or without the witch.

Mahri 's quiet for a bit, Lita saying her farewell in her own way with Mahri laying back in the hammock and drawing the blanket a little tighter around herself. But before Leo does leave, Mahri offers, "Lemme know if I can help in any way." Watching the funeral-clad captain leave, a frown furrows her brow thinking about Mouse's reaction to further revelations coming her way. Fortunately, Lita distracts the she-wolf and her attention turns to the woman, a grin pulling up the corners of her mouth. "Either is good for me," but she's going to drag herself out of the hammock, tugging the edge of the blanket before it's taken completely away.

Leoxander leaned in for the usual kiss to his bristled cheek and nodded after Ace. “Will do.” He looked toward Mahri as she snuggled back into -his- hammock. Well, Lita’s. Well, hell, he could learn to share. Or would be putting a few more up down the beach, soon. “Yeah…” Said to the silver eyed woman, though he glanced in the direction Lita had gone, returned his gaze to his wolf-sister, raised his brows slightly and smirked. “Have fun, Mah. I won’t send the orc -too- soon.” He managed to conceal most of a grin and handed the bottle back to Mahri as she passed before he turned to head back to the road leading west.