Just startled.
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flint_garouBreakfast.
9 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (87% full).
Someone didn't make it back to the bunkhouse last night it would seem. Hayden is curled up into one of the chairs in the front room, blanket pulled tight around her as she sleeps. She's wearing that black toque as she almost always does, and between the hat and the blanket, all that's left visible is nose and closed eyes.
The front door of the living room is opened, muchly quiet as Flint ever tries to be until a gust of wind slams the door shut noisily behind him. It is a moment after that that the newly-named cliath makes his way into the living room, jacket pulled off and draped over his arm so that he can get the brambles off of it. "Um, sorry for the door," he calls out, looking around until he sees Hayden, and then purposefully quieting his steps further as he moves towards the kitchen.
Hayden is not only startled awake, but she actually lets out a scream as she scrambles to free herself of blanket and chair. She manages (mostly) and erupts to her feet with fists up as she hurriedly looks around for the enemy.
Flint turns towards Hayden, pulling in a deep breath and shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. "Easy would you? I. It's just me. Flint." Pause, and then the boy's more talking to himself than to her for a moment, inaudible.
Hayden looks over, eyes narrowing slightly for a moment. "Sorry. I was just startled." She looks around a moment longer, then moves back to gather up the blanket and drop herself back into the chair, one hand rubbing her eyes.
"Yeah, I could." Flint pauses, a slightly wry smile on his lips. "I could tell." Another pause, and he watches Hayden, observant for a long moment. "Wasn't me as slammed the door. Fucking wind, mmkay?" A pause. "I'm going to make breakfast I think, so if you want any?" The boy reaches a hand up to rub his forehead, then stifles a yawn.
"I didn't accuse you of it, did I?" counters the cub. She's got the look of a surly morning person on her face as she wraps the blanket back around her shoulders. "What are you making?" she finally asks.
Flint shrugs. "Depends what's in the fridge. Eggs. Maybe bacon. Definitely coffee." Pause, and there's a very faint smile offered. "It's too cold out there to just have cereal or whatever. C'mon."
Hayden gives it a moments thought and then gets up, blanket still wrapped at shoulder level like an oversized cape. She shuffles into the kitchen and then drops into a seat at the table with a huff and a sigh. "You and Alexandra are training together right?"
This earns a frown from Flint, and a furrow of brow as he shakes his head. "We were," he corrects mildly as he looks into the fridge, then starts getting out a pan and the other things necessary if one intends to cook, all with intent concentration as though he maybe hasn't known much about cooking for very long. "Not anymore, I'm. I'm cliath now, so." This is stated with an absent-minded shrug, before he looks back at Hayden. "Scrambled eggs alright?"
"Oh." The reaction is very dry from Hayden. "Scrambled is fine." She shuffles into the blanket a little more, "Why does that stop you from training with her?"
"Not unless and until I get permission from your Elder," Flint says, most of his concentration on cooking but not all of it. "It's. It would, or it might, be considered out-tribe teaching, now that I'm cliath."
"I hardly see how you two play fighting today, would be any different than it was two days ago." Hayden brings a hand out from the blanket and fiddles with the grain marks on the table. "You seem disappointed."
Flint shakes his head, turning from the stove a minute to flash a small grin, pulling out a second pan to put up bacon, which sizzles appealingly after not very long at all. "I just don't see how yes, well, not even a week changes things and such," he says. "I mean. But whatever, that's not my call to make. And no, I'm just. I'm kinda exhausted."
Hayden gives a shoulder shrug in response. "If you just fight, and don't give instruction. Then it's not teaching." She pulls her hand back under the blanket then, quiet for a short while. "What did you have to do for your rite?"
"I designed a memorial," Flint says, peering at the pans on the stove for a moment and then turning one off, letting the bacon cook a little bit longer as he gets out plates, and sets them on the counter to dish out the eggs. "And learned the stories of each of my tribe whose names are at the burial mounds, and. Presented the design to my Elders and discussed how it'll be made." Pause. "Now I just gotta make it."
"So." Hayden pauses in thought for a minute. "You're mostly done with the task, but already Cliath? So you passed a test without answering the last page of questions…"
Flint holds up one finger. "Making it, that's just because I want to and I designed something that I hoped to make. Making it, that's a separate thing really." A faint shrug and a grin, and the bacon is divided up before Flint puts Hayden's plate on the table, complete with a fork as well.
"I see." Hayden takes the plate and pulls it closer, "Thanks." She pokes at the eggs with her fork a little and then gives it a taste test. "So what are you going to do now?"
Flint spends a minute longer getting his own plate ready, before he sits down across from her. "Welcome." A faint pause as Flint eats several bites before answering. "Well. Going to make it, need to find the Groundskeeper, and need to talk to some people in the city about getting reclaimed lumber and like, reclaimed flooring from old houses and all, go to the junkyard and see about some other scrap, too." There is a shred less hesitance once he's actually talking about it, gaze flicking across from his plate and his food to Hayden every so often.
"Where are you putting it?" she asks then, between eager mouthfuls that suggest she's enjoying the breakfast. The blanket is shrugged off now and she pulls up her other hand to help guide some errant eggs to her fork.
"It's for the tenement, in the city," Flint says, quiet as he pays attention to his own breakfast. A pause and quirk of expression. "Tribespace," he explains with a quiet shrug.
Hayden nods to this and then grabs a piece of bacon up with her short-fingered hand. "Then you'll pack." She says this more as statement than question though, "City or rural?"
The boy nods, tapping his fork against the edge of her plate at the question. "Yeah," he says, "not quite sure. City, but." A furrow of brow. "Not really sure who to ask to pack, I. The city packs that there are aren't really my." Pause. "I don't think it'd work, so. I'll see?" The last bit has an upwards tone at the end, though it's offered as a conclusion.
"Guess so," she agrees with the other as she finishes up her piece of bacon. "So your rite didn't have any parts where you might get killed. Lucky."
Flint shrugs, nods. "Yeah. Suppose so," he answers, looking down at his now empty plate, then over to Hayden. "There's. One more serving of eggs, you. Do you. Um, mind if I have it?"
Hayden looks over. "First to the greatest," she offers in a rather reciteful tone. "I don't know what the rite will be for me. If Nik puts me with Alexandra and Ky, I don't think it will succeed."
Flint looks over at the cub, and asks again. "Don't just recite litany back at me," he tells her with a grin. "Are you still hungry, do you want more." A pause. "I've not met Ky, just. Heard about stuff," Flint says, seeming unwilling to further expand on that.
"Yeah. Stuff." Hayden shakes her head, "I don't need anymore food. Go for it." She stands up and takes her empty plate to the sink, running water onto it and then soaping it up and washing it. "You want to pack with Lex, don't you?"
A quick glance to her once more, and the Galliard's on his feet and serving himself the second helping, half a plate more food with the enthusiasm of someone who still views 'seconds' as a novelty. A thoughtful furrow lines Flint's brow at the question. "Possibly," he gives as an answer, leaning against the counter and plate in hand to eat.
"She's very soft for a Shadow Lord." Wash wash, rinse, set to dry. "That, or she is actually the most devious of us all." The plate is dried and then put back into the cabinet. "Do you trust her?"
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. She's more'f a friend 'n anyone else at the moment," Flint says. "I don't know. Possibly." Pause, and the words seem directed inward as much as out. "Even if she is a Shadow Lord."
"Something to think on. I would guess that she wants to pack with you at any rate. So you must have made an impression." Hayden finishes her clean up then. "If she survives her rite."
Flint offers the cub a faint smile. "Yes, and the question of who else I would pack with, in such a case," Flint adds.
"That, I couldn't tell you. I only really know a few people here. Then a lot of come and go types." She reaches into the fridge to get the juice out and fills a glass for herself.
"It's fine," Flint says, shrugging. "I'll think on it a while, anyway." At that, he glances towards the door to the kitchen. "I should. I have a lot I need to do," Flint decides. "See you." And with that, the cliath nods, starting to head for the door.
Hayden watches him go and then focuses on her glass of juice. "Eggs were good," she comments begrudgingly to herself.
"Good," Flint says, before slipping out the door. A few moments later, paws scrabble, and a black-to-brown furred wolf trots across the meadow towards the Bawn.
9 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (87% full).
Someone didn't make it back to the bunkhouse last night it would seem. Hayden is curled up into one of the chairs in the front room, blanket pulled tight around her as she sleeps. She's wearing that black toque as she almost always does, and between the hat and the blanket, all that's left visible is nose and closed eyes.
The front door of the living room is opened, muchly quiet as Flint ever tries to be until a gust of wind slams the door shut noisily behind him. It is a moment after that that the newly-named cliath makes his way into the living room, jacket pulled off and draped over his arm so that he can get the brambles off of it. "Um, sorry for the door," he calls out, looking around until he sees Hayden, and then purposefully quieting his steps further as he moves towards the kitchen.
Hayden is not only startled awake, but she actually lets out a scream as she scrambles to free herself of blanket and chair. She manages (mostly) and erupts to her feet with fists up as she hurriedly looks around for the enemy.
Flint turns towards Hayden, pulling in a deep breath and shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. "Easy would you? I. It's just me. Flint." Pause, and then the boy's more talking to himself than to her for a moment, inaudible.
Hayden looks over, eyes narrowing slightly for a moment. "Sorry. I was just startled." She looks around a moment longer, then moves back to gather up the blanket and drop herself back into the chair, one hand rubbing her eyes.
"Yeah, I could." Flint pauses, a slightly wry smile on his lips. "I could tell." Another pause, and he watches Hayden, observant for a long moment. "Wasn't me as slammed the door. Fucking wind, mmkay?" A pause. "I'm going to make breakfast I think, so if you want any?" The boy reaches a hand up to rub his forehead, then stifles a yawn.
"I didn't accuse you of it, did I?" counters the cub. She's got the look of a surly morning person on her face as she wraps the blanket back around her shoulders. "What are you making?" she finally asks.
Flint shrugs. "Depends what's in the fridge. Eggs. Maybe bacon. Definitely coffee." Pause, and there's a very faint smile offered. "It's too cold out there to just have cereal or whatever. C'mon."
Hayden gives it a moments thought and then gets up, blanket still wrapped at shoulder level like an oversized cape. She shuffles into the kitchen and then drops into a seat at the table with a huff and a sigh. "You and Alexandra are training together right?"
This earns a frown from Flint, and a furrow of brow as he shakes his head. "We were," he corrects mildly as he looks into the fridge, then starts getting out a pan and the other things necessary if one intends to cook, all with intent concentration as though he maybe hasn't known much about cooking for very long. "Not anymore, I'm. I'm cliath now, so." This is stated with an absent-minded shrug, before he looks back at Hayden. "Scrambled eggs alright?"
"Oh." The reaction is very dry from Hayden. "Scrambled is fine." She shuffles into the blanket a little more, "Why does that stop you from training with her?"
"Not unless and until I get permission from your Elder," Flint says, most of his concentration on cooking but not all of it. "It's. It would, or it might, be considered out-tribe teaching, now that I'm cliath."
"I hardly see how you two play fighting today, would be any different than it was two days ago." Hayden brings a hand out from the blanket and fiddles with the grain marks on the table. "You seem disappointed."
Flint shakes his head, turning from the stove a minute to flash a small grin, pulling out a second pan to put up bacon, which sizzles appealingly after not very long at all. "I just don't see how yes, well, not even a week changes things and such," he says. "I mean. But whatever, that's not my call to make. And no, I'm just. I'm kinda exhausted."
Hayden gives a shoulder shrug in response. "If you just fight, and don't give instruction. Then it's not teaching." She pulls her hand back under the blanket then, quiet for a short while. "What did you have to do for your rite?"
"I designed a memorial," Flint says, peering at the pans on the stove for a moment and then turning one off, letting the bacon cook a little bit longer as he gets out plates, and sets them on the counter to dish out the eggs. "And learned the stories of each of my tribe whose names are at the burial mounds, and. Presented the design to my Elders and discussed how it'll be made." Pause. "Now I just gotta make it."
"So." Hayden pauses in thought for a minute. "You're mostly done with the task, but already Cliath? So you passed a test without answering the last page of questions…"
Flint holds up one finger. "Making it, that's just because I want to and I designed something that I hoped to make. Making it, that's a separate thing really." A faint shrug and a grin, and the bacon is divided up before Flint puts Hayden's plate on the table, complete with a fork as well.
"I see." Hayden takes the plate and pulls it closer, "Thanks." She pokes at the eggs with her fork a little and then gives it a taste test. "So what are you going to do now?"
Flint spends a minute longer getting his own plate ready, before he sits down across from her. "Welcome." A faint pause as Flint eats several bites before answering. "Well. Going to make it, need to find the Groundskeeper, and need to talk to some people in the city about getting reclaimed lumber and like, reclaimed flooring from old houses and all, go to the junkyard and see about some other scrap, too." There is a shred less hesitance once he's actually talking about it, gaze flicking across from his plate and his food to Hayden every so often.
"Where are you putting it?" she asks then, between eager mouthfuls that suggest she's enjoying the breakfast. The blanket is shrugged off now and she pulls up her other hand to help guide some errant eggs to her fork.
"It's for the tenement, in the city," Flint says, quiet as he pays attention to his own breakfast. A pause and quirk of expression. "Tribespace," he explains with a quiet shrug.
Hayden nods to this and then grabs a piece of bacon up with her short-fingered hand. "Then you'll pack." She says this more as statement than question though, "City or rural?"
The boy nods, tapping his fork against the edge of her plate at the question. "Yeah," he says, "not quite sure. City, but." A furrow of brow. "Not really sure who to ask to pack, I. The city packs that there are aren't really my." Pause. "I don't think it'd work, so. I'll see?" The last bit has an upwards tone at the end, though it's offered as a conclusion.
"Guess so," she agrees with the other as she finishes up her piece of bacon. "So your rite didn't have any parts where you might get killed. Lucky."
Flint shrugs, nods. "Yeah. Suppose so," he answers, looking down at his now empty plate, then over to Hayden. "There's. One more serving of eggs, you. Do you. Um, mind if I have it?"
Hayden looks over. "First to the greatest," she offers in a rather reciteful tone. "I don't know what the rite will be for me. If Nik puts me with Alexandra and Ky, I don't think it will succeed."
Flint looks over at the cub, and asks again. "Don't just recite litany back at me," he tells her with a grin. "Are you still hungry, do you want more." A pause. "I've not met Ky, just. Heard about stuff," Flint says, seeming unwilling to further expand on that.
"Yeah. Stuff." Hayden shakes her head, "I don't need anymore food. Go for it." She stands up and takes her empty plate to the sink, running water onto it and then soaping it up and washing it. "You want to pack with Lex, don't you?"
A quick glance to her once more, and the Galliard's on his feet and serving himself the second helping, half a plate more food with the enthusiasm of someone who still views 'seconds' as a novelty. A thoughtful furrow lines Flint's brow at the question. "Possibly," he gives as an answer, leaning against the counter and plate in hand to eat.
"She's very soft for a Shadow Lord." Wash wash, rinse, set to dry. "That, or she is actually the most devious of us all." The plate is dried and then put back into the cabinet. "Do you trust her?"
Flint shrugs his shoulders. "Dunno. She's more'f a friend 'n anyone else at the moment," Flint says. "I don't know. Possibly." Pause, and the words seem directed inward as much as out. "Even if she is a Shadow Lord."
"Something to think on. I would guess that she wants to pack with you at any rate. So you must have made an impression." Hayden finishes her clean up then. "If she survives her rite."
Flint offers the cub a faint smile. "Yes, and the question of who else I would pack with, in such a case," Flint adds.
"That, I couldn't tell you. I only really know a few people here. Then a lot of come and go types." She reaches into the fridge to get the juice out and fills a glass for herself.
"It's fine," Flint says, shrugging. "I'll think on it a while, anyway." At that, he glances towards the door to the kitchen. "I should. I have a lot I need to do," Flint decides. "See you." And with that, the cliath nods, starting to head for the door.
Hayden watches him go and then focuses on her glass of juice. "Eggs were good," she comments begrudgingly to herself.
"Good," Flint says, before slipping out the door. A few moments later, paws scrabble, and a black-to-brown furred wolf trots across the meadow towards the Bawn.