Some progress.
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flint_garouThe way they were… for Kavi-rhya's sake I hope he's right.
24 April, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (22% full).
Flint is leaning on the table in the breakroom, with a pretty much silly grin on his face as he looks at the wall behind the breakroom. The young galliard is humming to himself, something that he doesn't seem to quite actually know the tune to, and has a cup of coffee in his hands. There's the beginning of the shapes of a cityscape dancing across the black background, a skyscraper beginning to come into clarity.
Kavi, as is common for him recently, moves more slowly than he usually would, and there's a hunch to his shoulder that speaks of lack of rest. Lines about his eyes say much the same, and add a note about the worry that probably keeps the galliard awake. He blinks once, as he enters the room, and pauses to take in the emerging image. "Hey," he says, when he finally turns to Flint.
Flint takes a long sip of his coffee, and nods to the older galliard. "Hi, Kavi-rhya," is offered, a note of concern in his voice, but nothing further said on that note. "It's great, isn't it?" is said, with a hint of a grin at the painting. "Ishmael-rhya's helping with," and Flint points at the painting, pausing before continuing, "with this, so that, the memorial goes on top of it when, when I'm done." There is some amount of obvious pride in the project so far, given the long hours that the teen spends in the workshop, sometimes to the extent of all else.
Kavi nods in answer to the question, and even summons up a smile to go with it, though the latter is small and only shortlived. "It's… It'll be good." He stands for a moment more, not quite all the way in the room, but then gives the younger garou another nod and moves toward the kitchen area.
Flint turns, watching Kavi for a moment, and setting the coffee down on the table. There's a furrow of concern on the teen's brow, now, and a more gently asked question. "Is, is everything? Are things okay, as much, as much as?" Flint turns away, back to looking at the painting.
Kavi stops to pull a glass from the cupboard, but doesn't answer until he's taken the time to pour the water and turn again to the other. "It's… It'll be better? I. I still need to find Elliot. And talk to Morgan. And. That— If I can do that? If I can? That will help. And things will go back to the way they were."
Flint nods, frown dissipating slightly. "Alright. If I can, if I can help let me know, please. Even, if just so you. So you can sleep," the teen says. "And, when did you eat, last? There's some soup I made, in the fridge, and pizza."
Kavi takes a sip from his glass as he nears, and then offers another nod. "I— Thanks." He swallows, and covers by lifting the glass to his lips.
Flint doesn't push further, at all, moving over to the fridge and pulling out a soda, cracking it open, a faint smile and a nod in return. Flint starts humming again, too, tapping his fingers, then trails off when he loses the melody again.
Kavi studies the painting for a span of seconds, and then turns his attention to Flint. "Have you… Are you thinking about a pack, yet?"
Flint nods, once, setting his soda down on the counter behind him. "I, yeah." He pauses a long moment, folding his hands together, then apart, then together again. "Alexandra and I are," the teen says. "We're. Not sure who else, to ask, or. And with, with my project, with everything recently, we. Haven't. We haven't been… hurrying, or anything."
Kavi looks across sharply at the name, though he quickly schools the expression into neutrality. "The Shadow Lord?" His voice, too, is neutral, but that's enough to betray his dislike.
Flint well and recognises the tone, and nods, once. "Yes. The Shadow Lord," Flint responds, quietly. "She's my friend, Kavi-rhya. She. I trust her." Apparently, much to the dislike of Flint's ancestors, if his expression is any clue, but he doesn't say anything further, yet.
Kavi's lips press tight together, and for a moment, he's silent. Eventually, though, he nods. His gaze slips away, and then returns, a slight furrow to his brow. "Be careful," he says softly. "They… The tribe? They teach them to… to do whatever it takes. No matter who it hurts? To get what they want. And— Just. Don't forget that was how she was taught."
Flint nods, slowly. "Yes," Flint acknowledges. "I know. But please, meet her, okay Kavi-rhya?" The request comes very, very quietly. "I won't forget." He swallows, and looks over at the other Galliard, briefly. "But, she's had my back the. When we were cubs, and now, and she. She is my friend."
Kavi watches the boy for another long while before he once again nods. "Okay," he says, and takes another sip from his glass. The water half-gone, he sets the glass down on the table.
Flint lets the silence continue for a minute, and picks up his soda again, taking a long sip. "Really. Alexandra has, even. Even with the thing, with my grand— with my grandparents, and. She's had my back, and I've had hers, and. So, thank you." It's clear enough, even in few words, that Flint's not asking Kavi to like his choice of packmate, just to give her a chance, and then the young galliard drains the rest of the soda in one go.
Kavi nods again, answering the unspoken request. "Do you… What Totem are you thinking about?" He takes the seat with his back to the wall and slides the glass along the table toward him.
Flint moves to sit across the table from Kavi. "We've got some, a little what we don't want, but less. We're thinking of seeing, who we find, more-or-less," the teen says. "A totem of Wisdom, probably, but we're just. Unsure, a little. Still talking about it, a lot."
"I… I never would have thought that Sphinx would accept me," Kavi says. He looks down at the glass and turns it with his thumb and forefinger. "I wasn't— When I came here? I didn't think I'd ever be in a pack, again. But Jack— He was elder? When I asked him what he needed me to do, he told me, "find a pack." And Fidelity? Even just the name. It's where I belong."
Flint nods, slowly. "Yeah," the boy says, glancing over at Kavi every so often. "I, I want to pack. It's weird, a little. Especially, if, if I think about it, much, but."
Kavi doesn't interrupt, and even after the boy speaks, he's silent for a while. One finger traces condensation at the bottom of the glass, and he speaks before lifting his gaze. "It wasn't hard. The first time? I grew up with them. From before my first change, some of them were my teachers, and my friends. So it was… I knew what it was, and they knew me. But after? After having that? I didn't think I would be able to, again." His eyes fix on the boy, searching. "You'll see. Once you have it? You'll see how right it is. When you have a pack, they're… They're part of you."
Flint nods. His gaze meets Kavi's for a moment, eyes wide a little, listening, and also obviously thinking about various things. "Yeah. I. I sorta, I remember that, a little, too. Not my memory but, I. I still can feel, that," the boy says, quietly. "I. I should get back down to the workshop, a. For a bit, I think the. The glue on the piece I, I'm working on. It should be set now." Flint pushes to his feet, slowly, and looks at Kavi again. "Take care, of. Of yourself, too, okay?"
Kavi rises as Flint does, and lifts his glass to swallow the last of the contents. "Stay safe," he says in reply, not really answering the reciprocal.
Flint looks at the floor a moment, and there's that furrow of concern on his brow for that moment, but it fades a little after Flint lifts his gaze to look at the older Galliard. There is a brief smile, and a nod, both of which are more of covers for the concern, and then, a moment later, Flint starts for the door. "Seeya, Kavi-rhya."
Kavi nods to Flint, turning toward the kitchen, himself, to wash out and replace his glass.
24 April, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Crescent (Theurge) Moon phase (22% full).
Flint is leaning on the table in the breakroom, with a pretty much silly grin on his face as he looks at the wall behind the breakroom. The young galliard is humming to himself, something that he doesn't seem to quite actually know the tune to, and has a cup of coffee in his hands. There's the beginning of the shapes of a cityscape dancing across the black background, a skyscraper beginning to come into clarity.
Kavi, as is common for him recently, moves more slowly than he usually would, and there's a hunch to his shoulder that speaks of lack of rest. Lines about his eyes say much the same, and add a note about the worry that probably keeps the galliard awake. He blinks once, as he enters the room, and pauses to take in the emerging image. "Hey," he says, when he finally turns to Flint.
Flint takes a long sip of his coffee, and nods to the older galliard. "Hi, Kavi-rhya," is offered, a note of concern in his voice, but nothing further said on that note. "It's great, isn't it?" is said, with a hint of a grin at the painting. "Ishmael-rhya's helping with," and Flint points at the painting, pausing before continuing, "with this, so that, the memorial goes on top of it when, when I'm done." There is some amount of obvious pride in the project so far, given the long hours that the teen spends in the workshop, sometimes to the extent of all else.
Kavi nods in answer to the question, and even summons up a smile to go with it, though the latter is small and only shortlived. "It's… It'll be good." He stands for a moment more, not quite all the way in the room, but then gives the younger garou another nod and moves toward the kitchen area.
Flint turns, watching Kavi for a moment, and setting the coffee down on the table. There's a furrow of concern on the teen's brow, now, and a more gently asked question. "Is, is everything? Are things okay, as much, as much as?" Flint turns away, back to looking at the painting.
Kavi stops to pull a glass from the cupboard, but doesn't answer until he's taken the time to pour the water and turn again to the other. "It's… It'll be better? I. I still need to find Elliot. And talk to Morgan. And. That— If I can do that? If I can? That will help. And things will go back to the way they were."
Flint nods, frown dissipating slightly. "Alright. If I can, if I can help let me know, please. Even, if just so you. So you can sleep," the teen says. "And, when did you eat, last? There's some soup I made, in the fridge, and pizza."
Kavi takes a sip from his glass as he nears, and then offers another nod. "I— Thanks." He swallows, and covers by lifting the glass to his lips.
Flint doesn't push further, at all, moving over to the fridge and pulling out a soda, cracking it open, a faint smile and a nod in return. Flint starts humming again, too, tapping his fingers, then trails off when he loses the melody again.
Kavi studies the painting for a span of seconds, and then turns his attention to Flint. "Have you… Are you thinking about a pack, yet?"
Flint nods, once, setting his soda down on the counter behind him. "I, yeah." He pauses a long moment, folding his hands together, then apart, then together again. "Alexandra and I are," the teen says. "We're. Not sure who else, to ask, or. And with, with my project, with everything recently, we. Haven't. We haven't been… hurrying, or anything."
Kavi looks across sharply at the name, though he quickly schools the expression into neutrality. "The Shadow Lord?" His voice, too, is neutral, but that's enough to betray his dislike.
Flint well and recognises the tone, and nods, once. "Yes. The Shadow Lord," Flint responds, quietly. "She's my friend, Kavi-rhya. She. I trust her." Apparently, much to the dislike of Flint's ancestors, if his expression is any clue, but he doesn't say anything further, yet.
Kavi's lips press tight together, and for a moment, he's silent. Eventually, though, he nods. His gaze slips away, and then returns, a slight furrow to his brow. "Be careful," he says softly. "They… The tribe? They teach them to… to do whatever it takes. No matter who it hurts? To get what they want. And— Just. Don't forget that was how she was taught."
Flint nods, slowly. "Yes," Flint acknowledges. "I know. But please, meet her, okay Kavi-rhya?" The request comes very, very quietly. "I won't forget." He swallows, and looks over at the other Galliard, briefly. "But, she's had my back the. When we were cubs, and now, and she. She is my friend."
Kavi watches the boy for another long while before he once again nods. "Okay," he says, and takes another sip from his glass. The water half-gone, he sets the glass down on the table.
Flint lets the silence continue for a minute, and picks up his soda again, taking a long sip. "Really. Alexandra has, even. Even with the thing, with my grand— with my grandparents, and. She's had my back, and I've had hers, and. So, thank you." It's clear enough, even in few words, that Flint's not asking Kavi to like his choice of packmate, just to give her a chance, and then the young galliard drains the rest of the soda in one go.
Kavi nods again, answering the unspoken request. "Do you… What Totem are you thinking about?" He takes the seat with his back to the wall and slides the glass along the table toward him.
Flint moves to sit across the table from Kavi. "We've got some, a little what we don't want, but less. We're thinking of seeing, who we find, more-or-less," the teen says. "A totem of Wisdom, probably, but we're just. Unsure, a little. Still talking about it, a lot."
"I… I never would have thought that Sphinx would accept me," Kavi says. He looks down at the glass and turns it with his thumb and forefinger. "I wasn't— When I came here? I didn't think I'd ever be in a pack, again. But Jack— He was elder? When I asked him what he needed me to do, he told me, "find a pack." And Fidelity? Even just the name. It's where I belong."
Flint nods, slowly. "Yeah," the boy says, glancing over at Kavi every so often. "I, I want to pack. It's weird, a little. Especially, if, if I think about it, much, but."
Kavi doesn't interrupt, and even after the boy speaks, he's silent for a while. One finger traces condensation at the bottom of the glass, and he speaks before lifting his gaze. "It wasn't hard. The first time? I grew up with them. From before my first change, some of them were my teachers, and my friends. So it was… I knew what it was, and they knew me. But after? After having that? I didn't think I would be able to, again." His eyes fix on the boy, searching. "You'll see. Once you have it? You'll see how right it is. When you have a pack, they're… They're part of you."
Flint nods. His gaze meets Kavi's for a moment, eyes wide a little, listening, and also obviously thinking about various things. "Yeah. I. I sorta, I remember that, a little, too. Not my memory but, I. I still can feel, that," the boy says, quietly. "I. I should get back down to the workshop, a. For a bit, I think the. The glue on the piece I, I'm working on. It should be set now." Flint pushes to his feet, slowly, and looks at Kavi again. "Take care, of. Of yourself, too, okay?"
Kavi rises as Flint does, and lifts his glass to swallow the last of the contents. "Stay safe," he says in reply, not really answering the reciprocal.
Flint looks at the floor a moment, and there's that furrow of concern on his brow for that moment, but it fades a little after Flint lifts his gaze to look at the older Galliard. There is a brief smile, and a nod, both of which are more of covers for the concern, and then, a moment later, Flint starts for the door. "Seeya, Kavi-rhya."
Kavi nods to Flint, turning toward the kitchen, himself, to wash out and replace his glass.