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flint_garou) wrote2012-01-02 12:00 pm
flint_garou) wrote2012-01-02 12:00 pm
Silver.
You know the stories about silver…
2 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (57% full).
Mouse is sitting out on the roof, smoking away and leaning against the stone lip that's her only barrier to toppling over the side. She's got a plate set out that's looking pretty full of cigarette butts, so it seems she's been at this a while. Her head is slightly turned, watching something as it flaps away. After a moment, she looks back to the street.
The door opens as Kavi leads the cub out onto the roof. He pauses, catching sight of the bird, but his attention shifts to Mouse as he lets the door close behind them. "Mouse-rhya?" he calls, just barely loudly enough for his voice to carry to where she stands.
Flint follows a few steps behind. The boy is momentarily distracted by the view, stopping in his tracks to look at it before catching up the few steps to Kavi.
Mouse turns her head. For a brief moment, her strange, lupine eyes catch the light from the door, almost cat-like. "Hey, Kavi. Hey, kid."
Kavi's gaze rises to where the bird might be, if it could still be seen, and then returns to Mouse as he crosses toward her. "I was," he says, and then glances behind him. "I was going to show Flint the garden."
Flint nods, a very reserved version of the enthusiastic nod that he had shown when the older Galliard had first mentioned the idea.
"Well it isn't much," Mouse says, as she looks that way. "Winter and all. I was just saying hello to another returning friend. We're collecting them at this point."
Kavi looks around at the mostly dormant vegetation and nods. "It's better in the summer," he agrees. When he reaches the low wall around the roof he stops and lets his hands rest atop it, leaning out a little to look down at the street below. "Old friends?" he asks of Mouse.
Flint grins a bit more than he already had been, making his way over to look at the garden. Even though he remains quiet, the kid seems impressed.
Mouse nods at Kavi. "In this case, our local chatter-beak made an appearance."
"Oh," Kavi answers, sounding somewhat distracted. Glancing back toward Flint, he rises again, and turns to put his hip against the rail so that he can give more direct attention to the elder. "Did she… Did she know anything? About what's happening?"
Flint walks through the small collection of plants, staying near them for the time, while the conversation goes on. He's paying slight attention, but he's mainly distracted by the garden, and the view.
Mouse shakes her head. "She's been out there, she mentioned something about not going near it unless we ask her for help, but she didn't sound like she had any idea what was causing it. Just that it was there."
Kavi nods, a slight frown tugging at his lips. "I wish… I wish we could understand it better. It's… I had a dream that was… It's all like pieces of a puzzle, and I keep thinking I should be able to put them together, but I can't. I think. I think it's like having two corner pieces. You can tell they're part of the same puzzle, and that they're important, but they don't fit together, so you can't see the picture."
The word dream catches Flint's attention, and he turns away, walking over to where the elder and Kavi stand. "A dream?" the cub asks. "I had … I had an odd dream last night," he says, not as quiet as he sometimes is.
Mouse says, slowly, "We might've all had the dream. I did too, and Kevin and Chris. I have an idea of what it might mean, in part. Call it a wild guess." Pause. "That was a terrible pun."
"About the boat?" Kavi asks, looking from one to the other to include them both. Then, focusing on Mouse, he asks, "What does it mean?"
"A boat, and then a storm," Flint says, nodding at Kavi's words, before he too looks over at the elder.
"It's a theory," Mouse says, hesitantly. "But remember when I first arrived, and those wasp banes were busy trying to wall off the Glade? There was talk of moving most of the spirits, the ones that could be, anyway, to the Bawn until the danger'd passed. Some of them even fled. Well." She stubs out her cigarette, and shrugs at the Galliard. "What if this is suggesting the reverse? The Bawn umbra is so choked, many of the spirits are going to get caught in it. The first thing I thought about when I woke up and remembered that silver fountain was Harbor Park."
Kavi's brow furrows as he thinks back on the events Mouse describes, and then further as she continues on. "Caught," he repeats, but that's all, and then he falls silent.
Flint falls silent as well, biting his lower lip as he listens, thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans.
Mouse shrugs at Kavi. "I hope we're not literally building an ark, because my boatcraft is kind've rusty." That's meant as a joke, but she speaks it rather tiredly. "Anyway, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt lessons."
Kavi shakes his head at that. "No, it— It's good, because we were coming here to talk about the Wyld. Even in the middle of the city. So. It's good." He glances back toward Flint and gestures him closer.
Flint takes the few steps that are needed to close the gap that he'd originally left at a bit of a skip, before a pause. "Just something to weather the storm," he says, a little distractedly and under his breath, before looking up once more.
Mouse half turns so that she can take in the boy as well. She fishes out another cigarette.
Brow furrowing again, Kavi looks to Mouse. "When I saw the silver fountain? I… It made me uncomfortable. Worried. Like… Like it was connected to Erebus. But. Before that. I thought the lady might be Chimera. But I don't know."
Flint goes quiet again, thumbs shoving deeper into his pockets, and tilts his head to one side at Kavi's words, a sliver of confusion forming in his expression.
Mouse blanches a little at Kavi. "Well, I sure as hell hope I don't have to build an umbral ark and sail it to Erebus, because that would be a bit outside of my usual purview." Plus, the name alone seems to unsettle her. "Yeah, I don't know either."
Kavi's gaze ducks downward immediately at Mouse's reaction, and it's only after she falls silent that he nods. Drawing in a breath, he resettles himself, and looks up to the cub. "You know… You know the stories about werewolves? About silver?"
Flint nods several times, with a bit of a wince on his face even as he thinks of it. "Yes," he says. "Silver's bad for werewolves in the stories," the boy continues, pursing his lips. "Bad for us?" The conclusion is drawn after a few moments of thought, the question posed to Kavi.
Mouse angles to regard cub and teacher, seemingly interested in hearing the lesson as well, though obviously she already knows it.
Once again, Kavi's gaze darts toward the elder before refocusing on the cub. "Yes," he says. "It's…" And again, as his voice slows, he looks to Mouse, returning to Flint only as he draws in a breath. "Some people say it's because of our connection to Luna. Silver is… It's like poison. You were born homid, and. As long as you're in homid form, you can handle it. You can use it. It's… It's dangerous, but it won't hurt you, as long as you're in homid. Lupus can be around it in their natural form, too. But Mouse?" He swallows, but, perhaps notably, does not look to the elder this time. "Metis are burned by it whatever form they're in. Just holding it. Just touching it will burn. And it's the same for us, if we're in any form other than homid."
Mouse seems quite comfortable now. That unease at the mention of Erebus has faded from her expression, and now she's just showing mild interest. Puff, puff, puff goes the cigarette. "We'll teach you what it feels like, when you're a little further along, but it's not really something you can mistake for anything else. It also saps your spiritual connection if you keep too much of it around."
Flint nods, slowly, taking in the information, and the wince on his face fades, though not entirely, as he looks between both Kavi and Mouse as each speak. "Right." The word comes with some hesitation, although not much, as the boy goes quiet once more.
Kavi swallows again, then pulls in a breath and nods. "We talked, before, a little bit about the spirit world. The umbra. There are different parts. Different places. Not just the reflection of the physical world we live in, but places farther removed. One of those is called Erebus. It's… It's said that it's a river of silver. If you go there? If you survive? It cleanses you. Completely. It washes your spirit free of everything. Everything bad you've done, or thought, or that's been done to you. But. But it cleanses you because it burns everything away."
Mouse glances back to Kavi, listening again. Her eyes are faintly narrowed in thought.
The young cub nods once more, even slower, watching as Kavi speaks, another wince crossing his face as he considers the other Galliard's words. There is no question asked after, this time, unlike the rest of the lessons of earlier in the day.
Kavi watches the boy for a long while before he finally nods again, and glances to Mouse. Even as he looks to the elder, though, he keeps his head slightly lowered, his gaze finding her face past the fall of his hair.
Mouse's mouth twitches ever so faintly, in what might be the slightest, briefest encouraging smile ever. The rest of her though, her eyes, still seem lost in thought, so she has to drag the words out from a long way away. "…You could tell him about our visitor, if you haven't."
Flint looks up a hint more than he had before, hands coming out of his pockets again to fidget with the zipper pull on his jacket.
The galliard looks up, off into the distance in the direction taken by the bird, and then to Flint. "Come downstairs," he says. "There's. There are some more things to tell you, and. There's a song that. That I think will help you understand it."
There's a skip to Flint's step again, after a respectful nod to Mouse, and one last glance out over the skyline, before he heads back towards the entrance to the stairwell.
2 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Half (Philodox) Moon phase (57% full).
Mouse is sitting out on the roof, smoking away and leaning against the stone lip that's her only barrier to toppling over the side. She's got a plate set out that's looking pretty full of cigarette butts, so it seems she's been at this a while. Her head is slightly turned, watching something as it flaps away. After a moment, she looks back to the street.
The door opens as Kavi leads the cub out onto the roof. He pauses, catching sight of the bird, but his attention shifts to Mouse as he lets the door close behind them. "Mouse-rhya?" he calls, just barely loudly enough for his voice to carry to where she stands.
Flint follows a few steps behind. The boy is momentarily distracted by the view, stopping in his tracks to look at it before catching up the few steps to Kavi.
Mouse turns her head. For a brief moment, her strange, lupine eyes catch the light from the door, almost cat-like. "Hey, Kavi. Hey, kid."
Kavi's gaze rises to where the bird might be, if it could still be seen, and then returns to Mouse as he crosses toward her. "I was," he says, and then glances behind him. "I was going to show Flint the garden."
Flint nods, a very reserved version of the enthusiastic nod that he had shown when the older Galliard had first mentioned the idea.
"Well it isn't much," Mouse says, as she looks that way. "Winter and all. I was just saying hello to another returning friend. We're collecting them at this point."
Kavi looks around at the mostly dormant vegetation and nods. "It's better in the summer," he agrees. When he reaches the low wall around the roof he stops and lets his hands rest atop it, leaning out a little to look down at the street below. "Old friends?" he asks of Mouse.
Flint grins a bit more than he already had been, making his way over to look at the garden. Even though he remains quiet, the kid seems impressed.
Mouse nods at Kavi. "In this case, our local chatter-beak made an appearance."
"Oh," Kavi answers, sounding somewhat distracted. Glancing back toward Flint, he rises again, and turns to put his hip against the rail so that he can give more direct attention to the elder. "Did she… Did she know anything? About what's happening?"
Flint walks through the small collection of plants, staying near them for the time, while the conversation goes on. He's paying slight attention, but he's mainly distracted by the garden, and the view.
Mouse shakes her head. "She's been out there, she mentioned something about not going near it unless we ask her for help, but she didn't sound like she had any idea what was causing it. Just that it was there."
Kavi nods, a slight frown tugging at his lips. "I wish… I wish we could understand it better. It's… I had a dream that was… It's all like pieces of a puzzle, and I keep thinking I should be able to put them together, but I can't. I think. I think it's like having two corner pieces. You can tell they're part of the same puzzle, and that they're important, but they don't fit together, so you can't see the picture."
The word dream catches Flint's attention, and he turns away, walking over to where the elder and Kavi stand. "A dream?" the cub asks. "I had … I had an odd dream last night," he says, not as quiet as he sometimes is.
Mouse says, slowly, "We might've all had the dream. I did too, and Kevin and Chris. I have an idea of what it might mean, in part. Call it a wild guess." Pause. "That was a terrible pun."
"About the boat?" Kavi asks, looking from one to the other to include them both. Then, focusing on Mouse, he asks, "What does it mean?"
"A boat, and then a storm," Flint says, nodding at Kavi's words, before he too looks over at the elder.
"It's a theory," Mouse says, hesitantly. "But remember when I first arrived, and those wasp banes were busy trying to wall off the Glade? There was talk of moving most of the spirits, the ones that could be, anyway, to the Bawn until the danger'd passed. Some of them even fled. Well." She stubs out her cigarette, and shrugs at the Galliard. "What if this is suggesting the reverse? The Bawn umbra is so choked, many of the spirits are going to get caught in it. The first thing I thought about when I woke up and remembered that silver fountain was Harbor Park."
Kavi's brow furrows as he thinks back on the events Mouse describes, and then further as she continues on. "Caught," he repeats, but that's all, and then he falls silent.
Flint falls silent as well, biting his lower lip as he listens, thumbs hooked in the pockets of his jeans.
Mouse shrugs at Kavi. "I hope we're not literally building an ark, because my boatcraft is kind've rusty." That's meant as a joke, but she speaks it rather tiredly. "Anyway, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt lessons."
Kavi shakes his head at that. "No, it— It's good, because we were coming here to talk about the Wyld. Even in the middle of the city. So. It's good." He glances back toward Flint and gestures him closer.
Flint takes the few steps that are needed to close the gap that he'd originally left at a bit of a skip, before a pause. "Just something to weather the storm," he says, a little distractedly and under his breath, before looking up once more.
Mouse half turns so that she can take in the boy as well. She fishes out another cigarette.
Brow furrowing again, Kavi looks to Mouse. "When I saw the silver fountain? I… It made me uncomfortable. Worried. Like… Like it was connected to Erebus. But. Before that. I thought the lady might be Chimera. But I don't know."
Flint goes quiet again, thumbs shoving deeper into his pockets, and tilts his head to one side at Kavi's words, a sliver of confusion forming in his expression.
Mouse blanches a little at Kavi. "Well, I sure as hell hope I don't have to build an umbral ark and sail it to Erebus, because that would be a bit outside of my usual purview." Plus, the name alone seems to unsettle her. "Yeah, I don't know either."
Kavi's gaze ducks downward immediately at Mouse's reaction, and it's only after she falls silent that he nods. Drawing in a breath, he resettles himself, and looks up to the cub. "You know… You know the stories about werewolves? About silver?"
Flint nods several times, with a bit of a wince on his face even as he thinks of it. "Yes," he says. "Silver's bad for werewolves in the stories," the boy continues, pursing his lips. "Bad for us?" The conclusion is drawn after a few moments of thought, the question posed to Kavi.
Mouse angles to regard cub and teacher, seemingly interested in hearing the lesson as well, though obviously she already knows it.
Once again, Kavi's gaze darts toward the elder before refocusing on the cub. "Yes," he says. "It's…" And again, as his voice slows, he looks to Mouse, returning to Flint only as he draws in a breath. "Some people say it's because of our connection to Luna. Silver is… It's like poison. You were born homid, and. As long as you're in homid form, you can handle it. You can use it. It's… It's dangerous, but it won't hurt you, as long as you're in homid. Lupus can be around it in their natural form, too. But Mouse?" He swallows, but, perhaps notably, does not look to the elder this time. "Metis are burned by it whatever form they're in. Just holding it. Just touching it will burn. And it's the same for us, if we're in any form other than homid."
Mouse seems quite comfortable now. That unease at the mention of Erebus has faded from her expression, and now she's just showing mild interest. Puff, puff, puff goes the cigarette. "We'll teach you what it feels like, when you're a little further along, but it's not really something you can mistake for anything else. It also saps your spiritual connection if you keep too much of it around."
Flint nods, slowly, taking in the information, and the wince on his face fades, though not entirely, as he looks between both Kavi and Mouse as each speak. "Right." The word comes with some hesitation, although not much, as the boy goes quiet once more.
Kavi swallows again, then pulls in a breath and nods. "We talked, before, a little bit about the spirit world. The umbra. There are different parts. Different places. Not just the reflection of the physical world we live in, but places farther removed. One of those is called Erebus. It's… It's said that it's a river of silver. If you go there? If you survive? It cleanses you. Completely. It washes your spirit free of everything. Everything bad you've done, or thought, or that's been done to you. But. But it cleanses you because it burns everything away."
Mouse glances back to Kavi, listening again. Her eyes are faintly narrowed in thought.
The young cub nods once more, even slower, watching as Kavi speaks, another wince crossing his face as he considers the other Galliard's words. There is no question asked after, this time, unlike the rest of the lessons of earlier in the day.
Kavi watches the boy for a long while before he finally nods again, and glances to Mouse. Even as he looks to the elder, though, he keeps his head slightly lowered, his gaze finding her face past the fall of his hair.
Mouse's mouth twitches ever so faintly, in what might be the slightest, briefest encouraging smile ever. The rest of her though, her eyes, still seem lost in thought, so she has to drag the words out from a long way away. "…You could tell him about our visitor, if you haven't."
Flint looks up a hint more than he had before, hands coming out of his pockets again to fidget with the zipper pull on his jacket.
The galliard looks up, off into the distance in the direction taken by the bird, and then to Flint. "Come downstairs," he says. "There's. There are some more things to tell you, and. There's a song that. That I think will help you understand it."
There's a skip to Flint's step again, after a respectful nod to Mouse, and one last glance out over the skyline, before he heads back towards the entrance to the stairwell.