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flint_garouIf life was a jigsaw puzzle.
27 September, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
The couch at Edgewood is currently occupied by Flint. The cliath's got coffee, what looks like a slightly burned attempt at a grilled cheese sandwich (that he's eating anyway), and his sketchbook. And even for his usual, he's being incredibly quiet. There's no humming or anything else to give away the Walker's presence in the Edgewood house this afternoon.
Sounds from upstairs suggest that someone has come across from the barn, and has been running a shower. A short silence (that only emphasises Flint's silence) is then prelude to the soft sound of bare feet padding down the stairs, topped by shabby once-blacked jeans, a shapeless grey-ish T-shirt, and, eventually, long hair, scraggly beard, and a face that is otherwise mostly eyes.
Flint turns around a little at the sound of someone coming down the stairs, and then turns around, giving a bit of a wave to Norman. "Hey," he offers, quietly. "How're, how're you?" Then there's a pause and then Flint adds, more composed. "How're things going?"
"Things are growing," Norman says, in seriousness, "but not as fast as before, I think. And, I'm looking for someone to teach me the Rite of Homecoming. How's things, with you?"
The galliard takes a long moment to consider, and eventually comes up with, "Alright enough," Flint says. "A bit weird. I used the Lucent Witness, yesterday," he explains, quietly. "It… was. Interesting. Other than that, the same, messages between here and the Tenement, and vice versa." Flint speaks slowly, and very deliberately, the words almost rehearsed before he says them.
The Godi takes Flint's words in silently, and then processes them in equally silent thoughtfulness. "Did you meet one of the cat-shifters?" he asks eventually.
Flint nods. "I did," Flint says, quietly, before moving to take a half of his sandwich and chew on it. "I met one, and it was…" he falls silent, but just nods. "It helped," he eventually settles on, the words quiet and confident.
Norman settles for a quiet, "Yeah," one word that contains multiple meanings all in a single syllable. Another pause, then he asks, "What messages?"
The Walker huffs, finishing the entire half sandwich before answering. "Right now, just." There's a pause, then Flint speaks. "Mouse-rhya wants everyone to coordinate about scouting because a lot of them had the dream where they woke up in the caern. Something about the wasp queen, I'm still not entirely sure. But everyone needs to be on the same page if anything is going to work." There's another waiting period. "Also, one of my tribemates found some plants in the woods off of Sunrise Road. Snaptraps that were big enough to try and eat him in crinos. He went to the other side to look—" which the galliard clearly thinks was a stupid idea "—and ended up pretty changed by the Wyld. It might have slowed, still. It's. Dangerous still, and. All." There's a mutter that follows, sounds suspiciously like 'idiot'.
"If anyone manages to get Tainted," Norman says, keeping his expression a very careful blank, "I know how to Cleanse. So does Mouse," he adds. "Phoebe said that they needed to steal the new queen, to lure the wasps away, and the old queen is dying. I'm looking for people to clear the route towards Mount St. Helens. That's the way they've got to take the new queen. It will be dangerous. But it will be less dangerous if anything really big or nasty has been moved or killed first."
Flint nods again, considering. "I'll email Holland-rhya," Flint says, half to himself in the same tone as 'idiot' was. "Knowing Devon, probably did. Nieve-rhya knows how, too. She. Did it, when. When I. The—" Vampire, but the galliard doesn't need to say that aloud, just goes quiet for a bit. And a lot longer, then he speaks, back to the measured and careful and deliberate words. "Let Alexandra and I know about clearing the route. We can help with that, maybe? And Kyler's probably going to be coordinating with the rest of the new moons… Being packed under Merlin, and everything. Merlin helps us when we face things that are bigger and stronger, helps us to fight and helps us to dodge."
"There'll be something for everyone to do. Mouse's Totem can open a Moonbridge, but I can barter with the spirits to open something before that, to prepare the way," Norman says, suddenly brisk and about as authoritative as Flint has likely ever seen him. "Owen-rhya's itching to hit something, so I'm hoping he and others of my Tribe can be part of the bridge-clearing. We'll need more though. Some of them people with more subtlety than most of Fenrir's blood, I would think." A touch dry, that.
Flint pulls out his iPhone for a minute, and nods at Norman, all the while tapping at the screen until there's about half a screen of text, then sending whatever message and putting the phone away. "I'm sure Devon would like to hit things, too," Flint remarks. "Seeing as he's been so eager to hit things he's gone and disobeyed orders and done so." At which point, Flint sobers a bit, and glances up at Norman. "I…" he starts, back to the quiet and uncertainty, though there's still more confidence there than the past has shown, "Maybe you could talk to Mouse-rhya? About. At some point. I mean, I. Know that, with everything that's going on, it's. A small thing." Pause. "And talking to the Lucent Witness and learning what I did has helped a lot, but I've already pissed her off by disobeying the order once. I don't want to be another source of stress for her, and all."
Norman thinks about it, apparently comfortable enough around the Walker to take as much time as he wants, rather than just taking enough time for most people to start feeling impatient. "When it seems like a good time," he says finally. "When, I think, it wouldn't just make it worse, by picking the wrong moment. I will," he promises.
Flint works on the second half of his lunch, and his coffee, head tilting back to look up at the Get when he speaks again, and he nods. "Thanks," the cliath responds, quietly, with a tentative smile, and only a little of the tension of his moon showing in posture. "I appreciate it."
"I promised," Norman replies, almost brushing it off save that he's still perfectly serious about it. "You. Seem. More… if, life was a jigsaw puzzle. Like, you've found more of the other pieces you fit with?"
The teen considers this for a long moment, both hands wrapped around the cup of coffee. "That's a good way to put it," he responds. "Or really, that I… found a couple pieces that were fitting, but weren't in the right place before. And saw the right place. So that the edges match and not just the colours." The analogy finished, Flint adds, quietly. "It's a lot. A lot in a… good way, but still kinda a lot."
"I know," Norman replies: someone who's been there himself, and isn't about to labour the whole thing any more than that, because it's already a lot without picking it to pieces as well. "There any coffee left? Or was it instant?"
"Half a pot," Flint says, "Two cups, probably. There was more, when I made it, but." Unabashed, the cliath shrugs and manages a bit of a grin. "It… might be a little cold by now. But there's the microwave. Just, not too long, or. It'll burn." This is supplied helpfully, and then Flint's attention goes to his iPhone momentarily, once more.
"Thanks." The Adren pads off in the direction of caffeine.
27 September, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
The couch at Edgewood is currently occupied by Flint. The cliath's got coffee, what looks like a slightly burned attempt at a grilled cheese sandwich (that he's eating anyway), and his sketchbook. And even for his usual, he's being incredibly quiet. There's no humming or anything else to give away the Walker's presence in the Edgewood house this afternoon.
Sounds from upstairs suggest that someone has come across from the barn, and has been running a shower. A short silence (that only emphasises Flint's silence) is then prelude to the soft sound of bare feet padding down the stairs, topped by shabby once-blacked jeans, a shapeless grey-ish T-shirt, and, eventually, long hair, scraggly beard, and a face that is otherwise mostly eyes.
Flint turns around a little at the sound of someone coming down the stairs, and then turns around, giving a bit of a wave to Norman. "Hey," he offers, quietly. "How're, how're you?" Then there's a pause and then Flint adds, more composed. "How're things going?"
"Things are growing," Norman says, in seriousness, "but not as fast as before, I think. And, I'm looking for someone to teach me the Rite of Homecoming. How's things, with you?"
The galliard takes a long moment to consider, and eventually comes up with, "Alright enough," Flint says. "A bit weird. I used the Lucent Witness, yesterday," he explains, quietly. "It… was. Interesting. Other than that, the same, messages between here and the Tenement, and vice versa." Flint speaks slowly, and very deliberately, the words almost rehearsed before he says them.
The Godi takes Flint's words in silently, and then processes them in equally silent thoughtfulness. "Did you meet one of the cat-shifters?" he asks eventually.
Flint nods. "I did," Flint says, quietly, before moving to take a half of his sandwich and chew on it. "I met one, and it was…" he falls silent, but just nods. "It helped," he eventually settles on, the words quiet and confident.
Norman settles for a quiet, "Yeah," one word that contains multiple meanings all in a single syllable. Another pause, then he asks, "What messages?"
The Walker huffs, finishing the entire half sandwich before answering. "Right now, just." There's a pause, then Flint speaks. "Mouse-rhya wants everyone to coordinate about scouting because a lot of them had the dream where they woke up in the caern. Something about the wasp queen, I'm still not entirely sure. But everyone needs to be on the same page if anything is going to work." There's another waiting period. "Also, one of my tribemates found some plants in the woods off of Sunrise Road. Snaptraps that were big enough to try and eat him in crinos. He went to the other side to look—" which the galliard clearly thinks was a stupid idea "—and ended up pretty changed by the Wyld. It might have slowed, still. It's. Dangerous still, and. All." There's a mutter that follows, sounds suspiciously like 'idiot'.
"If anyone manages to get Tainted," Norman says, keeping his expression a very careful blank, "I know how to Cleanse. So does Mouse," he adds. "Phoebe said that they needed to steal the new queen, to lure the wasps away, and the old queen is dying. I'm looking for people to clear the route towards Mount St. Helens. That's the way they've got to take the new queen. It will be dangerous. But it will be less dangerous if anything really big or nasty has been moved or killed first."
Flint nods again, considering. "I'll email Holland-rhya," Flint says, half to himself in the same tone as 'idiot' was. "Knowing Devon, probably did. Nieve-rhya knows how, too. She. Did it, when. When I. The—" Vampire, but the galliard doesn't need to say that aloud, just goes quiet for a bit. And a lot longer, then he speaks, back to the measured and careful and deliberate words. "Let Alexandra and I know about clearing the route. We can help with that, maybe? And Kyler's probably going to be coordinating with the rest of the new moons… Being packed under Merlin, and everything. Merlin helps us when we face things that are bigger and stronger, helps us to fight and helps us to dodge."
"There'll be something for everyone to do. Mouse's Totem can open a Moonbridge, but I can barter with the spirits to open something before that, to prepare the way," Norman says, suddenly brisk and about as authoritative as Flint has likely ever seen him. "Owen-rhya's itching to hit something, so I'm hoping he and others of my Tribe can be part of the bridge-clearing. We'll need more though. Some of them people with more subtlety than most of Fenrir's blood, I would think." A touch dry, that.
Flint pulls out his iPhone for a minute, and nods at Norman, all the while tapping at the screen until there's about half a screen of text, then sending whatever message and putting the phone away. "I'm sure Devon would like to hit things, too," Flint remarks. "Seeing as he's been so eager to hit things he's gone and disobeyed orders and done so." At which point, Flint sobers a bit, and glances up at Norman. "I…" he starts, back to the quiet and uncertainty, though there's still more confidence there than the past has shown, "Maybe you could talk to Mouse-rhya? About. At some point. I mean, I. Know that, with everything that's going on, it's. A small thing." Pause. "And talking to the Lucent Witness and learning what I did has helped a lot, but I've already pissed her off by disobeying the order once. I don't want to be another source of stress for her, and all."
Norman thinks about it, apparently comfortable enough around the Walker to take as much time as he wants, rather than just taking enough time for most people to start feeling impatient. "When it seems like a good time," he says finally. "When, I think, it wouldn't just make it worse, by picking the wrong moment. I will," he promises.
Flint works on the second half of his lunch, and his coffee, head tilting back to look up at the Get when he speaks again, and he nods. "Thanks," the cliath responds, quietly, with a tentative smile, and only a little of the tension of his moon showing in posture. "I appreciate it."
"I promised," Norman replies, almost brushing it off save that he's still perfectly serious about it. "You. Seem. More… if, life was a jigsaw puzzle. Like, you've found more of the other pieces you fit with?"
The teen considers this for a long moment, both hands wrapped around the cup of coffee. "That's a good way to put it," he responds. "Or really, that I… found a couple pieces that were fitting, but weren't in the right place before. And saw the right place. So that the edges match and not just the colours." The analogy finished, Flint adds, quietly. "It's a lot. A lot in a… good way, but still kinda a lot."
"I know," Norman replies: someone who's been there himself, and isn't about to labour the whole thing any more than that, because it's already a lot without picking it to pieces as well. "There any coffee left? Or was it instant?"
"Half a pot," Flint says, "Two cups, probably. There was more, when I made it, but." Unabashed, the cliath shrugs and manages a bit of a grin. "It… might be a little cold by now. But there's the microwave. Just, not too long, or. It'll burn." This is supplied helpfully, and then Flint's attention goes to his iPhone momentarily, once more.
"Thanks." The Adren pads off in the direction of caffeine.