What friends do.

[flint_garou]

Celebrating the good times.9 March, 2012
The moon is in the waning Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (87% full).

It's still too early for her to be cooking dinner, and she can only spend so much time out in the garage's gym, even with the added stamina of her alternate forms. As such, Alexandra has taken up a spot on the couch, resting and reading a book.

Out the front window, a wolf that is, perhaps, recognisable as Flint trots across the meadow, shaking off a light dusting of snow before he gets to the porch, where he shifts up to his birth form. "Hey." The newly named cliath calls out across the house, letting whoever is inside know of his presence even as he spends a moment in the mudroom.

The Shadow Lord cub's face lights up at the sound of her friend's voice. "Hey!" Alexandra calls out in answer, setting aside the book while she waits for Flint to come the rest of the way in.

Flint has a reserved grin of his own on his face when he gets into the living room, but there's something ever so subtly different in how the boy holds and carries himself, now, something that just wasn't there before. Confidence, purpose, all or none of that. "Hey Lex," he says, moving to flop down on the same couch as she is on. "If you call me Flint-rhya now," he immediately warns, an indication of exactly what has changed, "just. No." Another grin.

Alexandra is taken aback for a moment, but it doesn't take her long to figure out what he means. "And I'm only hearing about it now?" She punches him on the shoulder, then. "That's for not giving me enough warning to have a cake waiting for you."

"Hey, hey," Flint protests easily. "Only as of last night. Sorry for not being around since Sunday," he continues, sticking his tongue out at her. "Had you know. Was busy. Plus, I don' need a cake, Lex. I promise."

Alexandra says, "Maybe not, but leftover macaroni just doesn't say congratulations in quite the same way, y'know? And I can't just get tickets to a ballgame or something like I'd have done before. Celebrating the good times is part of what friends do! But anyway, put those Galliard skills to good use for me, and tell me the story of what you did?"

Flint nods, settling into the couch before he looks over at Lex, pulling out a sketchbook from his sweatshirt and flipping it through and open to the most complete drawing in there, a sketch that is more a technical drawing than anything else, though it's not turned quite for Alexandra to see it. "Mouse-rhya set me to figure out. To make the proposal for a memorial, for members of our tribe who died and who are remembered at the burial mounds," he says. "Name's Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children, from it, but that's long. So, Requiem."

Alexandra looks over as he gets out the sketchbook, though if he doesn't turn it her way, she also won't pry. "A memorial. That part of this life—even after fighting and getting hurt and seeing other people get hurt—still doesn't seem quite real." She shakes her head. Celebrate, remember? "Requiem. That's a good name for a Galliard."

Flint grimaces a little at the beginning. "Real as it gets," Flint echoes, more repeating something he's heard, than saying it himself. "But, anyway, I'm going to be making it, too. I'm actually. I'm pretty good at the woodwork stuff, and so." Now, he turns the sketch for her to see, an elevation view of a wall with computers against it, and in the space of wall above, a clearly city-inspired piece of sculpture as a memorial, individual areas clouded with a coloured pencil, and the glyphs for Glasswalker, cockroach, glory, honour, and remembrance all prominent. "Wood, reclaimed wood and found materials, and." Flint falls silent, but does still grin, holding the drawing for as long as Alexandra wants to see it.

Alexandra and Flint are sitting on the couch in the living room, talking. She studies the drawing for some time, then offers a nod of approval. "I'd like to see it when you finish, if that's okay. The real one, I mean."

Flint nods. "I don't know what'll be done about that," the boy acknowledges, faintly apologetic to the cub across from him. "It's in tribespace, that's up to Mouse-rhya, and Salem-rhya. Because, anyone from the sept's allowed at the tenement, but this. It's upstairs," he explains.

The front door opens, allowing a blast of cold to enter Edgewood as Sera makes her way in to the building.

Alexandra says, "We can ask later. Once it's done and once I can go out there. I don't want to intrude in tribal territory, but it's something important that you designed and helped make." She looks over in the direction of the front door as she hears—and feels—it open.

Flint only has to sit up a bit to be able to see who enters, and he nods to Alexandra. "Yes. Precisely, and you're not the only one who. It's important," he acknowledges, falling silent.

Sera takes off her glasses, as they've misted right up and she can't see a thing. She's wiping the mist away from her glasses with the edge of her shirt, as she walks in to the living room, and round avian eyes look at the other two Garou, as a nictitating membrane flashing across them twice.

Alexandra is a touch startled by Sera's eyes, although certainly far less so than she would have been a scant few weeks before. "Hello," she offers by way of greeting.

Flint twists his lips into a very faint smile. "Hey," he offers, a pause because he doesn't recognise her. "Flint, called— called Requiem, Carves the Requiem for Cockroach's Children. Cliath Galliard of the Glass Walkers." The introduction has a moment of hesitation as the boy almost gives the wrong name, and then a slight hesitation as he gives the longer form of his new name, but then a grin.

Sera moves her head, so she can look from one unfamiliar face to another, as she offers up a warm smile. "Sera Follows-the-Tradewinds. Metis Theurge of the Silent Striders."

Alexandra adds her own introduction: "Alexandra Morgan, Calm Clouds Mask the Storm, Ahroun Shadow Lord cub. Good to meet you."

Flint offers a respectful, not overly deep nod to the Strider, and settles back into the couch. "Nice t' meet you," he adds.

Sera lifts her hand and runs a hand through her hair, only her 'hair' is a mess of red, green, blue, and yellow feathers. The hat is crammed back on fairly quickly. "I'm going to get myself a drink. Would either of you like something?"

The feathers get even more attention than her eyes did, although Alexandra does her best not to stare. "No thank you. I just had juice a little while ago." She looks to Flint, then, and asks, "So since you're Cliath now, what're your plans, aside from working on the memorial?"

Flint looks over at Sera. "Nah. I dunno, unless there're cookies or something?" Attention shifts back to Alexandra. "Working on the memorial a lot, whatever else. I don't know, don't got plans much. I have until well. Memorial day, to finish the project, though." The sketchbook is tucked all the way into his sweatshirt again, protectively.

Sera slips off in to the kitchen and can be heard rummaging around.

Alexandra says, "The first thing I'm going to do is go home. My mom will probably insist on home schooling me, too, so I'll be right back to lessons, knowing my luck." From her tone, though, it's clear that she doesn't actually mind the idea.

Flint offers Alexandra a faint but tense smile. "Good," he says, though he's clearly a tiny bit jealous that she's got the family to go back to.

Sera comes out of the kitchen with a pop and a bag of Oreos, which she offers to Flint. The glasses are back in place, now that they've de-fogged. "Here you go."

Alexandra winces faintly, closing her eyes for a moment, mentally kicking herself. "You sure you don't want some milk with those?" she asks. Yeah. Subject artfully changed.

Flint takes the Oreos, grins, opening them and popping one of them into his mouth. "Quite sure," he responds, not quite talking with his mouth full, but close enough. "'Sokay," the galliard adds, perhaps in reference to the cub's faux pas. "Really."

Sera sits down in a free chair and opens her pop with a hiss of escaping air. She holds on to the can with her overly long fingers, as she looks between the Cub and Cliath. Sera's quiet, in a creepy kind of way.

Alexandra nods faintly, though it's not entirely clear whether it's to the first part of his statement or the second, or perhaps to both. Turning her attention to Sera, she asks, "You said you were a Silent Strider. Have you been to many other septs? This is the only one I know much about."

Flint shifts a bit in his seat, looking over at Sera with a nod. This is a topic that catches the Galliard's interest.

Sera scratches at the back of her neck. "A number, mostly up and down the west coast. Was down the Chilean coast more recently. Mostly, I just teach Rites. Or perform them, if necessary."

Alexandra asks, "What was Chile like? That must have been quite a trip. And how are things different for the Garou there than here, if I'm not being too nosy?"

Brows raise, and Flint offers Sera a grin. "You…" pause, "What Rites d'you know? I." A pause, and the silent question from the new cliath hangs in the air.

"Warmer than here," Sera says, with a faint quiet smile. "The culture is different. It is different. Garou culture is always affected by the human culture that surrounds it." She turns her head to look rather directly at Flint. "Many. Is there one in particular that you would like to learn?"

Alexandra asks, "What rites do Ahroun normally learn? I know the Theurges, Philodox, and Galliards learn most of them, but are there any others beyond Rite of Wounding that often fall to us?" Aside from the general question, she seems inclined to let Flint and Sera discuss them while she listens.

"Honestly, I'm not. I'm not quite sure," Flint says, quiet. "What's good, as a start to learning the rites?" There is a sort of focused attention in the way that Flint listens to Sera speak, now. "But, I'd like to start learning them, and."

Sera hmms softly. "I don't know any Ahroun Rites. I'm not terribly good at fighting. But, Greet the Moon and Prayer for the Prey are good Rites to start with."

Another nod from the Glass Walker. "I know about Greet the Moon," he says, pauses. "Wait, I do. Right. But not the second one you named, Sera-rhya." The look on the boy's face does indicate that he'd be interested in hearing about it, and even possibly learning it.

Alexandra nods in response to Sera's answer, but doesn't ask any further questions, instead just learning as the Strider and the Walker discuss the rites.

"Well, I'm not teaching anyone at the moment," Sera replies, as she sets her empty pop can down. "But tonight I am tired. My van is parked nearby. You could come find me tomorrow, yes?"

Flint smiles, at this. "I'm tired today too," he says, nodding. And stifling a yawn. "Tomorrow, then?"

"Tomorrow," Sera re-affirms, before rising from her seat and heading out the door. "Gaia watch." And out she goes, back out in to the cold.

Alexandra says, "Good night, then, Sera-rhya." To Flint, she jests, "I'm surprised you're not bouncing off the walls after all those Oreos, though."

Flint shakes his head. "Nah," he offers to Alexandra. A pause, and the boy glances at the time. "I should get back to the city, I think, and. Before it gets too dark and cold. I'll see you soon?" It's a question, though, rather than Flint immediately getting up to leave or something.

"Soon," Alexandra agrees. "I think I'm going to go out for a run. On four legs, because it's already too dark and cold to be out running on two. And once again, congratulations!" she adds with a smile.

Another nod, another grin, and Flint gets up, shoving jacket on and then a hat from one pocket. "Yeah, thanks." And with that, Flint does in fact make his way out the front door.