Details help.
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flint_garouReally, the details help.
7 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (91% full).
The front door of the Edgewood House swings shut, complete with the sounds of assent from an adolescent boy, enthusiastic, before the Glass Walker cub makes his way further into the house, jacket draped across one arm. Flint hooks his thumbs in his pockets, glancing across the living room, a nod of recognition given to all who are present as the cub makes his way to the kitchen.
Javid was slouched down in one of the couches his lilting voicing drifting up into the air. "…defiant, we… drown out… pitiful whines of the enemy." The voice stops as soon as the sound of the door opening reaches his ears, and by the time flint enters the room, he's leaning over the back of the couch, eagerly waiting to see who is coming. "Hey," He mutters.
Flint pauses mid-stride, looking over at Javid. "Hey." A pause. "You were …" Flint pauses, taking a good look at Javid before continuing. "You were here the other day, right? But you didn't stick around." He grins. "I'm Flint. Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub of the Glass Walkers." A glance towards the kitchen, and Flint shrugs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
Javid bobs his head hard, sending dreads flying into his face. "With the Get and the Fury, and them? Yeah, that was me. Mourns-The-Living, Cliath Galliard of Owl's Tribe." He lets go of the back of the couch and oozes back down into his slouch. "It's no problem. I was just rehearsing. Make free. You had any dreams?"
Flint nods, shrugging. "Yeah, then." A slight furrow to the boy's brow follows, before he offers the other Galliard a grin. "The ark one, yes," he says. "Kavi-rhya did too, it was … shared? They're like puzzle pieces, except even more frustrating because there aren't enough pieces." Another shrug follows, and he looks over. "Want anything, while I'm at the kitchen? I'm going to grab a soda."
There's a quiet knock at the front door.
"True thing?" The boy's voice is quick, the words almost stumbling over themselves. "A water would be…" Javid breaks off as the door gets knocked on. There is a small pause between when he stops talking and when the boy gets up off of his butt, climbs over the back of the couch and starts for the door. "Coming!"
Through the kitchen window (and to anyone outside) it's possible to see movement along the treeline as a golden-colored wolf worms its way out of a tunnel in the tangles of thorns and brambles. It shakes itself out, but upon spotting someone unfamiliar at the door, shies into the shadows.
"Water, 'course," Flint responds, seeming perfectly happy to let Javid get the door, and disappearing into the kitchen in turn. The sounds of the cub fussing about in the refrigerator are more than plain, and he returns quickly enough with the requested water, a glass of soda, some chips, gaze focused focused on watching the other Galliard at the door.
The man at the door is dressed similarly to how he was some hours before — still shoeless — but he's found a stick large enough to be a staff. Djehuti is, outwardly, calm, but there's an underlying tension, which only becomes obvious when he breaks into a smile at the sight of Javid. "Oh, good, I have the right place. May I come in?"
After a quick look through the peep hole, the short boy yanks the door open. "Hi, Djehuti-rhya," he says as his eyes dart down towards the man's feet. A frown wrinkles his face as he steps back out of the way and usher the much taller Strider inside.
Someone familiar letting someone unfamiliar in seems to be enough for the wolf; it emerges from the shadows as Tim now, in his homid form. He's a little dirty, with grass and mud spotting a short-sleeved, black shirt and light blue jeans, frayed at the cuffs. This leaves the rattlesnake tattoo jacketing his left arm in plain view as he walks up towards the house.
Flint glances towards the window, catching sight of Tim. The boy's gaze remains on the window, although potentially, somehow, a little disappointed, before swinging back towards the direction of the door. The cub busies himself settling onto a couch, the chips set out on the table nearby, along with Javid's requested water.
As Tim emerges, Djehuti glances backwards at him, one eyebrow raising, but he seems content to be ushered in and let the newcomer catch up. "Good evening," he says to Flint, pacing inside and then stopping to give him a bow, palms together. He either ignores Javid's glance at his feet, or doesn't notice.
Javid's hand remains on the door frame. Having spotted the approaching Tim, he remains in place, holding the door until the man gets inside.
Tim raises a hand to Javid in thanks, giving him a small smile, and hangs back enough to not crowd Djehuti on his way in. He does squint at him, though, in unveiled interest.
Flint twists in his seat, somewhat awkwardly, to watch as people come in. "Evening," he says, a nod given to Djehuti, but the boy does seem genuinely pleased to see the Ragabash who follows the stranger in. "Hey there, Tim-rhya," he says, though not much less quietly than the cub usually is.
Djehuti trails into the living room, the faint hint of a limp present, and then slows to a stop. He looks behind him at Tim again, smile rising — apparently, he's familiar with him. Instead of speaking to him (yet), he turns back to the cub, and tells him, "I am Djehuti. Shall I say more, or leave be?"
Javid ducks his head shyly as an answering smile spreads across his lips. "Golden-rhya," he murmurs, shutting the door softly behind the man. That done, he turns around, gesturing towards the new Strider. "That's Derek Ramsey Wisdom's Long And Twisting Path, Fostern Philodox of Owl's Tribe. Carries-Fire checked him and said he was okay." He informs Tim in a hushed whisper.
Recognition flickers over Tim's features, either at the name or the sound of Djehuti's voice, and he says, "It's cool, this is one of the safehouses. And I know these guys," as he comes in. He tips his head at Djehuti. "Met him before, actually, at Western Eye." He flashes his teeth at Flint.
Flint twists around a little further to look at both Tim and Djehuti, though after a moment, the cub gives up at trying to say the name, and simply nods. "Flint," he says, by means of his own introduction. "Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub of the Glass Walkers." That done, Flint stares at the cup of soda in his hands again, trying to figure out how to get back to a normal sitting position without spilling it.
Djehuti sends a brief but fixed look Javid's way. It's hard to tell if it's angry or simply attentive, but then he turns back to Flint. Possibly redundantly, Djehuti says, "I am, as I said, Djehuti. Djehuti Mesu Ma'at. Humans know me as Derek Ramsey, which is, for many of the people I meet, easier to say. Garou know me as Wisdom's Long And Twisting Path, or the Son of the Ibis. I am Philodox and Silent Strider, and Gaia and I have a mild disagreement over whether I am cliath, or fostern. Well met." Only then does he turn back to Tim, and says, "Indeed, it has been some time. Ten years or so, now? Have you been here long?"
After checking to make sure he had relocked the door, Javid slips back into the living room, very carefully not looking at his elders. He snags his water from the table and eases back into his slouch on the couch, still maintaining that ducked head that so helpfully hides his face with his dreads.
As Javid passes him, Tim murmurs something to him that's clearly meant for his ears alone. He's listening to Djehuti's introduction the next moment, and replies with, "A few years, with trips down south now and then." His voice turns amused. "So you say you and Gaia don't agree on your, ah, Rank?"
Flint nods once more at the end of Djehuti's introduction, putting the his soda back down onto the table first before settling cross-legged on the couch. Although there's some attention spared for the conversation between the two elder Striders, the cub turns back to Javid, with half a grin, and a shrug. "True thing what?" he asks, bringing up the earlier question. "The dream being shared?" A pause, before the cub answers his own question. "As far as I know, somewhat, just, they haven't figured out all of who shared it yet."
Djehuti leans on his unfinished staff, and breaks into a grin. "Javid has heard me on the subject before." The grin rapidly fades. "It is simply that Gaia has given me — and many others — new powers, but rank is made of more than powers. Gaia solemnizes it, but at its heart, in the traditions of old, it is proven in contest with one's fellow Garou, and through their acclamation. If Gaia wishes to change that, then I shall be sad." He shrugs, shoulders eloquent. "Perhaps — probably — there are storms coming that Gaia knows we will have difficulties weathering. In which case, I thank Her. But still have regret."
"Mmm?" Javid cocks his head to the side, peering around the curtain of his dreadlocks at the cub. He waits for the Glass Walker to finish before supplying his answering to the question. "That they were shared, the dreams them. That's the first I have heard of that. I… I met two other people who had dreams of flying, but they didn't mention anyone else being in their dream…" He raises his shoulders towards his ears and then drops them. "Maybe they didn't have the same dream, yes."
Tim mmmms, looking thoughtful at Djehuti's explanation, and settles himself against a wall. "It definitely feels like we're being told to, you know, get ready for something. And the dreams they're talking about—there's been at least two I know of now that have kind of, preparation in them." He says, to Javid, "A dream can be shared without folks seeing one another in it. Especially since this is a Chimera caern."
"Same dream, even if," Flint fades off, as Tim more adequately explains what the boy is trying to say, before he grabs a handful of chips from the bowl on the table, letting the Ragabash finish speaking before he starts up again. "Same dream, even if you're not asleep at the same time." His gaze darts over to Tim, briefly. "No one, other than the woman before the boat, was in my dream, but Kavi-rhya and Mouse-rhya had the same dream right down to … to details, little things. So did others," the boy says, eating around bites of food, and with a gesture towards the bowl of chips indicating that they were brought for whomever wants them. "Dreams of flying?" The question comes with the cub's lips pressing into a small line. "Did they tell you? About them?" Yet another pause follows. "About the details?"
"Indeed," murmurs Djehuti to Tim, and adds, "Probably you will never find out all of who shared it," proving he was actually paying attention. "For some will always dismiss their dreams, and manage to miss speaking with those seeking answers. But knowing three pieces of a six piece puzzle still gives you many hints as to its content." He listens to Flint, the wrinkles around his eyes tightening slightly.
Javid twists about in his seat, the movement almost causing him to spill his water. "I didn't think of that. Seems real odd…" A hand comes up to brush the dreads out of his face so he can see those better. Without the hair to hide him the puzzled look on his face is in plain view. "Not details, no. One was extremely vague, the other was an insect looking for a home for their kids."
Tim says, his attention on Flint and Javid but his voice directed at Djehuti, "Mine was different—a woman in orange and black crossing a desert, losing all of her people to the journey. She was striving to reach somewhere safe to…" His voice fades, and he focuses on Javid. "An insect what?"
Flint leans back into the couch slightly, speaking up after Tim does. "The second one?" he asks, head tilted to the side. The cub is paying as apt attention to this conversation as ever. "Also, next time, please please, if you can, details? Details help." The second part is an aside, before Flint falls silent again, listening.
As Tim begins to relate his dream, Javid focuses intently on him. The abrupt stop throws him off. He gazes at the ragabash for a moment before shaking himself, his eyes flickering briefly over to the Philodox. "Uhmm… She said a flying insect… Reminded her of the Glass Walkers." That said, he spares a wry glance for the other Galliard. "Some people get real pissy when you pry. Like to keep their secrets locked up tight." A low sound passes his lips, showing exactly what he thought of that.
"No no, you said, an insect was looking for a home for their kids?" Tim looks askance at Flint and then Djehuti, like they might be able to confirm he hadn't heard incorrectly. "Who was this?"
"Not if they come around to offering you the information, by themselves?" Flint says, ducking a grin and a nod before grabbing another handful of chips. The cub inclines his head towards Tim, then, indicating his interest in the Ragabash's line of reasoning.
Djehuti nods just slightly, as if to support what Tim is saying, and shifts his position a bit as he leans on his staff. "If only that were true," he murmurs to Flint.
Very slowly, Javid nods his head in agreement with the first part of Tim's question, a frown growing on his face. It is firmly planted once Tim asks his second question. "I did. I thought you were asking what kind of bug it was. Sorry." His eyes flicker shut a moment. His right hand comes up to touch the tip of his nose, drumming against it softly. "The metis with the feathers. Uh… Sera Follows-The-Tradewinds."
"Sera," Tim echoes, and runs a hand through his hair. "Okay. I need to find her and talk to her." After thinking for a moment, he explains, "In the dream I had, the woman with the spear, crossing the desert, was pregnant, close to term. And she was going to a place where she could raise her children—a feast, safety, that kind of thing. And when they told the story of the Great Hunt at a Moot a few months ago, our gibbous said something about a sister in orange and black. And now there's Sera's dream, about an insect, looking for somewhere to keep its children." He taps one knee. "That all sounds like it fits too well to be coincidence."
Flint grins a half-grin, and turns a bit to look at Djehuti. "Can be," the cub murmurs, and there's no indication that the statement is in even the usual naïvetè. "Just needs the right way to. To ask." A shrug, and the boy looks back up at Tim. "And even my dream, the ark dream, had the connotations of safety at the end of it, after the storm and the ship." He pauses again, picking up the soda. "But, why flying insects … why Cockroach. Because we dreamed of the storm and the boat? No, no." The theory is dismissed just as soon as Flint voices it, with another shrug.
Djehuti listens to Javid and Tim, and rather visibly files away Sera's name. He agrees to Flint affably, "Can be," but seems to have reservations, nonetheless. "Why cockroach does seem to be a pertinent question," he says, entirely failing to give any theories of his own.
Javid suddenly remembers the drink in his hand, his memory jogged by his darting eyes falling on the glass in his hands. He lifts it to his mouth and takes three quick sips.
"Well, no one mentioned roaches on the Hunt, and Javid was saying something about it reminding her, not that she saw roaches in her dream." Tim bobs his eyebrows. "And no one else has mentioned roaches. Big difference, there, and one I need to ask her about." He glances outside and sighs. "I should get looking now. Thanks for the information, yeah? And," as he starts to move for the door, he says to Djehuti, "good to see you again."
"Still a why," Flint says. "And still, why the ark dream. Anyway, seeya, Tim-rhya." The cub offers a grin, before falling silent to follow Javid's example of paying attention to the drink in his hands.
Djehuti says, "Mm," to both of them, thoughtful, and inclines his head to Tim. "Indeed it is. We have more to speak of at some point, I think. But that can come in its own time. Meanwhile, if you will excuse me?" This is directed to Flint and to Javid, and he heads upstairs, staff thumping quietly; probably headed toward the upper garage.
Javid continues to quietly sip his water. He pauses to give Tim and Djehuti a curt wave.
Flint offers Javid a faint grin, when both of the other Striders have left, before slowly pushing the bowl of chips towards Javid, and bringing up lighter topics of conversation.
7 January, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (91% full).
The front door of the Edgewood House swings shut, complete with the sounds of assent from an adolescent boy, enthusiastic, before the Glass Walker cub makes his way further into the house, jacket draped across one arm. Flint hooks his thumbs in his pockets, glancing across the living room, a nod of recognition given to all who are present as the cub makes his way to the kitchen.
Javid was slouched down in one of the couches his lilting voicing drifting up into the air. "…defiant, we… drown out… pitiful whines of the enemy." The voice stops as soon as the sound of the door opening reaches his ears, and by the time flint enters the room, he's leaning over the back of the couch, eagerly waiting to see who is coming. "Hey," He mutters.
Flint pauses mid-stride, looking over at Javid. "Hey." A pause. "You were …" Flint pauses, taking a good look at Javid before continuing. "You were here the other day, right? But you didn't stick around." He grins. "I'm Flint. Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub of the Glass Walkers." A glance towards the kitchen, and Flint shrugs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
Javid bobs his head hard, sending dreads flying into his face. "With the Get and the Fury, and them? Yeah, that was me. Mourns-The-Living, Cliath Galliard of Owl's Tribe." He lets go of the back of the couch and oozes back down into his slouch. "It's no problem. I was just rehearsing. Make free. You had any dreams?"
Flint nods, shrugging. "Yeah, then." A slight furrow to the boy's brow follows, before he offers the other Galliard a grin. "The ark one, yes," he says. "Kavi-rhya did too, it was … shared? They're like puzzle pieces, except even more frustrating because there aren't enough pieces." Another shrug follows, and he looks over. "Want anything, while I'm at the kitchen? I'm going to grab a soda."
There's a quiet knock at the front door.
"True thing?" The boy's voice is quick, the words almost stumbling over themselves. "A water would be…" Javid breaks off as the door gets knocked on. There is a small pause between when he stops talking and when the boy gets up off of his butt, climbs over the back of the couch and starts for the door. "Coming!"
Through the kitchen window (and to anyone outside) it's possible to see movement along the treeline as a golden-colored wolf worms its way out of a tunnel in the tangles of thorns and brambles. It shakes itself out, but upon spotting someone unfamiliar at the door, shies into the shadows.
"Water, 'course," Flint responds, seeming perfectly happy to let Javid get the door, and disappearing into the kitchen in turn. The sounds of the cub fussing about in the refrigerator are more than plain, and he returns quickly enough with the requested water, a glass of soda, some chips, gaze focused focused on watching the other Galliard at the door.
The man at the door is dressed similarly to how he was some hours before — still shoeless — but he's found a stick large enough to be a staff. Djehuti is, outwardly, calm, but there's an underlying tension, which only becomes obvious when he breaks into a smile at the sight of Javid. "Oh, good, I have the right place. May I come in?"
After a quick look through the peep hole, the short boy yanks the door open. "Hi, Djehuti-rhya," he says as his eyes dart down towards the man's feet. A frown wrinkles his face as he steps back out of the way and usher the much taller Strider inside.
Someone familiar letting someone unfamiliar in seems to be enough for the wolf; it emerges from the shadows as Tim now, in his homid form. He's a little dirty, with grass and mud spotting a short-sleeved, black shirt and light blue jeans, frayed at the cuffs. This leaves the rattlesnake tattoo jacketing his left arm in plain view as he walks up towards the house.
Flint glances towards the window, catching sight of Tim. The boy's gaze remains on the window, although potentially, somehow, a little disappointed, before swinging back towards the direction of the door. The cub busies himself settling onto a couch, the chips set out on the table nearby, along with Javid's requested water.
As Tim emerges, Djehuti glances backwards at him, one eyebrow raising, but he seems content to be ushered in and let the newcomer catch up. "Good evening," he says to Flint, pacing inside and then stopping to give him a bow, palms together. He either ignores Javid's glance at his feet, or doesn't notice.
Javid's hand remains on the door frame. Having spotted the approaching Tim, he remains in place, holding the door until the man gets inside.
Tim raises a hand to Javid in thanks, giving him a small smile, and hangs back enough to not crowd Djehuti on his way in. He does squint at him, though, in unveiled interest.
Flint twists in his seat, somewhat awkwardly, to watch as people come in. "Evening," he says, a nod given to Djehuti, but the boy does seem genuinely pleased to see the Ragabash who follows the stranger in. "Hey there, Tim-rhya," he says, though not much less quietly than the cub usually is.
Djehuti trails into the living room, the faint hint of a limp present, and then slows to a stop. He looks behind him at Tim again, smile rising — apparently, he's familiar with him. Instead of speaking to him (yet), he turns back to the cub, and tells him, "I am Djehuti. Shall I say more, or leave be?"
Javid ducks his head shyly as an answering smile spreads across his lips. "Golden-rhya," he murmurs, shutting the door softly behind the man. That done, he turns around, gesturing towards the new Strider. "That's Derek Ramsey Wisdom's Long And Twisting Path, Fostern Philodox of Owl's Tribe. Carries-Fire checked him and said he was okay." He informs Tim in a hushed whisper.
Recognition flickers over Tim's features, either at the name or the sound of Djehuti's voice, and he says, "It's cool, this is one of the safehouses. And I know these guys," as he comes in. He tips his head at Djehuti. "Met him before, actually, at Western Eye." He flashes his teeth at Flint.
Flint twists around a little further to look at both Tim and Djehuti, though after a moment, the cub gives up at trying to say the name, and simply nods. "Flint," he says, by means of his own introduction. "Takes-It-All-In-Stride, Galliard cub of the Glass Walkers." That done, Flint stares at the cup of soda in his hands again, trying to figure out how to get back to a normal sitting position without spilling it.
Djehuti sends a brief but fixed look Javid's way. It's hard to tell if it's angry or simply attentive, but then he turns back to Flint. Possibly redundantly, Djehuti says, "I am, as I said, Djehuti. Djehuti Mesu Ma'at. Humans know me as Derek Ramsey, which is, for many of the people I meet, easier to say. Garou know me as Wisdom's Long And Twisting Path, or the Son of the Ibis. I am Philodox and Silent Strider, and Gaia and I have a mild disagreement over whether I am cliath, or fostern. Well met." Only then does he turn back to Tim, and says, "Indeed, it has been some time. Ten years or so, now? Have you been here long?"
After checking to make sure he had relocked the door, Javid slips back into the living room, very carefully not looking at his elders. He snags his water from the table and eases back into his slouch on the couch, still maintaining that ducked head that so helpfully hides his face with his dreads.
As Javid passes him, Tim murmurs something to him that's clearly meant for his ears alone. He's listening to Djehuti's introduction the next moment, and replies with, "A few years, with trips down south now and then." His voice turns amused. "So you say you and Gaia don't agree on your, ah, Rank?"
Flint nods once more at the end of Djehuti's introduction, putting the his soda back down onto the table first before settling cross-legged on the couch. Although there's some attention spared for the conversation between the two elder Striders, the cub turns back to Javid, with half a grin, and a shrug. "True thing what?" he asks, bringing up the earlier question. "The dream being shared?" A pause, before the cub answers his own question. "As far as I know, somewhat, just, they haven't figured out all of who shared it yet."
Djehuti leans on his unfinished staff, and breaks into a grin. "Javid has heard me on the subject before." The grin rapidly fades. "It is simply that Gaia has given me — and many others — new powers, but rank is made of more than powers. Gaia solemnizes it, but at its heart, in the traditions of old, it is proven in contest with one's fellow Garou, and through their acclamation. If Gaia wishes to change that, then I shall be sad." He shrugs, shoulders eloquent. "Perhaps — probably — there are storms coming that Gaia knows we will have difficulties weathering. In which case, I thank Her. But still have regret."
"Mmm?" Javid cocks his head to the side, peering around the curtain of his dreadlocks at the cub. He waits for the Glass Walker to finish before supplying his answering to the question. "That they were shared, the dreams them. That's the first I have heard of that. I… I met two other people who had dreams of flying, but they didn't mention anyone else being in their dream…" He raises his shoulders towards his ears and then drops them. "Maybe they didn't have the same dream, yes."
Tim mmmms, looking thoughtful at Djehuti's explanation, and settles himself against a wall. "It definitely feels like we're being told to, you know, get ready for something. And the dreams they're talking about—there's been at least two I know of now that have kind of, preparation in them." He says, to Javid, "A dream can be shared without folks seeing one another in it. Especially since this is a Chimera caern."
"Same dream, even if," Flint fades off, as Tim more adequately explains what the boy is trying to say, before he grabs a handful of chips from the bowl on the table, letting the Ragabash finish speaking before he starts up again. "Same dream, even if you're not asleep at the same time." His gaze darts over to Tim, briefly. "No one, other than the woman before the boat, was in my dream, but Kavi-rhya and Mouse-rhya had the same dream right down to … to details, little things. So did others," the boy says, eating around bites of food, and with a gesture towards the bowl of chips indicating that they were brought for whomever wants them. "Dreams of flying?" The question comes with the cub's lips pressing into a small line. "Did they tell you? About them?" Yet another pause follows. "About the details?"
"Indeed," murmurs Djehuti to Tim, and adds, "Probably you will never find out all of who shared it," proving he was actually paying attention. "For some will always dismiss their dreams, and manage to miss speaking with those seeking answers. But knowing three pieces of a six piece puzzle still gives you many hints as to its content." He listens to Flint, the wrinkles around his eyes tightening slightly.
Javid twists about in his seat, the movement almost causing him to spill his water. "I didn't think of that. Seems real odd…" A hand comes up to brush the dreads out of his face so he can see those better. Without the hair to hide him the puzzled look on his face is in plain view. "Not details, no. One was extremely vague, the other was an insect looking for a home for their kids."
Tim says, his attention on Flint and Javid but his voice directed at Djehuti, "Mine was different—a woman in orange and black crossing a desert, losing all of her people to the journey. She was striving to reach somewhere safe to…" His voice fades, and he focuses on Javid. "An insect what?"
Flint leans back into the couch slightly, speaking up after Tim does. "The second one?" he asks, head tilted to the side. The cub is paying as apt attention to this conversation as ever. "Also, next time, please please, if you can, details? Details help." The second part is an aside, before Flint falls silent again, listening.
As Tim begins to relate his dream, Javid focuses intently on him. The abrupt stop throws him off. He gazes at the ragabash for a moment before shaking himself, his eyes flickering briefly over to the Philodox. "Uhmm… She said a flying insect… Reminded her of the Glass Walkers." That said, he spares a wry glance for the other Galliard. "Some people get real pissy when you pry. Like to keep their secrets locked up tight." A low sound passes his lips, showing exactly what he thought of that.
"No no, you said, an insect was looking for a home for their kids?" Tim looks askance at Flint and then Djehuti, like they might be able to confirm he hadn't heard incorrectly. "Who was this?"
"Not if they come around to offering you the information, by themselves?" Flint says, ducking a grin and a nod before grabbing another handful of chips. The cub inclines his head towards Tim, then, indicating his interest in the Ragabash's line of reasoning.
Djehuti nods just slightly, as if to support what Tim is saying, and shifts his position a bit as he leans on his staff. "If only that were true," he murmurs to Flint.
Very slowly, Javid nods his head in agreement with the first part of Tim's question, a frown growing on his face. It is firmly planted once Tim asks his second question. "I did. I thought you were asking what kind of bug it was. Sorry." His eyes flicker shut a moment. His right hand comes up to touch the tip of his nose, drumming against it softly. "The metis with the feathers. Uh… Sera Follows-The-Tradewinds."
"Sera," Tim echoes, and runs a hand through his hair. "Okay. I need to find her and talk to her." After thinking for a moment, he explains, "In the dream I had, the woman with the spear, crossing the desert, was pregnant, close to term. And she was going to a place where she could raise her children—a feast, safety, that kind of thing. And when they told the story of the Great Hunt at a Moot a few months ago, our gibbous said something about a sister in orange and black. And now there's Sera's dream, about an insect, looking for somewhere to keep its children." He taps one knee. "That all sounds like it fits too well to be coincidence."
Flint grins a half-grin, and turns a bit to look at Djehuti. "Can be," the cub murmurs, and there's no indication that the statement is in even the usual naïvetè. "Just needs the right way to. To ask." A shrug, and the boy looks back up at Tim. "And even my dream, the ark dream, had the connotations of safety at the end of it, after the storm and the ship." He pauses again, picking up the soda. "But, why flying insects … why Cockroach. Because we dreamed of the storm and the boat? No, no." The theory is dismissed just as soon as Flint voices it, with another shrug.
Djehuti listens to Javid and Tim, and rather visibly files away Sera's name. He agrees to Flint affably, "Can be," but seems to have reservations, nonetheless. "Why cockroach does seem to be a pertinent question," he says, entirely failing to give any theories of his own.
Javid suddenly remembers the drink in his hand, his memory jogged by his darting eyes falling on the glass in his hands. He lifts it to his mouth and takes three quick sips.
"Well, no one mentioned roaches on the Hunt, and Javid was saying something about it reminding her, not that she saw roaches in her dream." Tim bobs his eyebrows. "And no one else has mentioned roaches. Big difference, there, and one I need to ask her about." He glances outside and sighs. "I should get looking now. Thanks for the information, yeah? And," as he starts to move for the door, he says to Djehuti, "good to see you again."
"Still a why," Flint says. "And still, why the ark dream. Anyway, seeya, Tim-rhya." The cub offers a grin, before falling silent to follow Javid's example of paying attention to the drink in his hands.
Djehuti says, "Mm," to both of them, thoughtful, and inclines his head to Tim. "Indeed it is. We have more to speak of at some point, I think. But that can come in its own time. Meanwhile, if you will excuse me?" This is directed to Flint and to Javid, and he heads upstairs, staff thumping quietly; probably headed toward the upper garage.
Javid continues to quietly sip his water. He pauses to give Tim and Djehuti a curt wave.
Flint offers Javid a faint grin, when both of the other Striders have left, before slowly pushing the bowl of chips towards Javid, and bringing up lighter topics of conversation.