Meeting Zeke

8/22/2007

12:16 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (61% full).
It is currently 12:11 Pacific Time on Wed Aug 22 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 65 degrees Fahrenheit (18 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.09 and steady, and the relative humidity is 72 percent. The dewpoint is 56 degrees Fahrenheit (13 degrees Celsius.)

Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
Contents:
Zeke
Obvious exits:
Hallway/Living Room  Back Door  

[look Zeke (homid)]
A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.

Kenneth, in the farmhouse kitchen, stops in on one of his seldom visits to the western bawn sanctuary. As his eyes scan the notes written and stuck on the fridge, he sips at the glass of water in hand. Quiet and reserved, the peace of the farmhouse is so far kept despite the intrusion of the Shadow Lord in its midst.

Zeke comes down from upstairs, freshly washed and dressed it might seem. He stops upon seeing the other and gives a tenative hello, "Might I introduce myself or are you here looking for someone?"

Kenneth turns at the sound of approach, eyeing the other youth when Zeke comes into view. He's not the picture of hygiene himself. "Just catching up," replies the philodox with gaze returning to the fridge notes. Definitely standoffish at the moment, the halfmoon lets the silence linger a few seconds more before turning back to Zeke and looking expectant.

Zeke gives the other a curious look and then nods mostly to himself, "Ezekiel Hess, Cliath Philodox of the Black Furies and metis. Is there any particular news you were looking for?"

Kenneth's look turns a touch more edgy at the introduction, eyes hardening. "Black Fury Metis," he echoes, not answering the other's question yet. "And what's your issue?" Meaning deformity, Kenneth studies the other intently.

Zeke narrows his gaze slightly, and the response comes clearly articulate, "My /appearance/ is marred by large ears, leathered arms and a shortened gait in lupus. I have no 'issues' however." A pause sits heavy in the air, "Might I have your introduction?"

"Kenneth Far-Cry," the Shadow Lord replies once the introduction is asked for. "Cliath Philodox of the Shadow Lords. You didn't include your deedname, so I was waiting." The other's covered ears and limbs all get scrutinized from afar. "Suppose the irony of being a metis and a halfmoon isn't lost upon you."

"Even if it were, I am reminded quite often." Zeke takes in a shallow breath, "I am called Speaks-when-Needed in our other tongues. I've been looking for halfmoons actually, as my chiminage requires my teaching them some of my learned knowledges. Would it be within your tolerance to accept such from me?"

Kenneth doesn't so much as pause, replying with a "Certainly." He gestures towards the kitchen table, himself going that way to sit. "Who else have you talked to amongst the halfmoons that'd give you the time of day?"

Zeke moves to the table, sitting down and folding his hands together as they rest on the wooden surface. "I will be sharing with Mr. Salem the gift of cleansing. Your tribemate, Mr. Skzarpiak. I .. had hoped to teach him something he desired but, it wasn't successful. Ruth and Lara both seemed uninterested, perhaps though I just had nothing they sought."

Taking in the names, Kenneth nods with another sip of his water glass. "You've got my interest," the halfmoon replies, glass set down and aside as he gives the metis his attention. "Myself, I learned the gifts of Gaia's truthtelling, and how to counteract pain. I was once told there was a gift amongst the halfmoons given to them by the spirits. A gift that would help one smell out the true form of a cloaked being. You know of it?"

Zeke shakes his head, "No, there is a lot I have to learn for myself yet, and as this is my first time journeying from home, I hope to learn much more." His hands open palm up in offering, "I can teach you how to cleanse what is discerned to be tainted. I can also teach the rite of wounding, and the stone of scorn. Along with some other minor rites."

Kenneth taps a finger against the water glass, not entirely masking his disappointment. "Must be a rare gift, that one that scents out the true forms of others." He shrugs after another turn, and then looks up to Zeke in the eye. "Which one did Skzarpiak try to learn?"

"He wished to learn how to sense the enemy. Learn the more subtle scent of wyrm." Zeke offers the reply very plainly. "That gift you seek, I too would love to possess. Should you ever come to know it, I would be grateful to you for the sharing of such knowledge." A deep breath follows, "Is there anything that I can offer that you might want?"

Kenneth shakes his head, though he does so with the comment, "A fool's errand, Felix, learning what is not yours to know..." The Shadow Lord goes back to studying the Fury before him again. "I once did try to learn the Stone of Scorn, but my understanding of rituals was far less than what it was before. I realized after, I needed to learn the basics. Start from the ground up. And it doesn't hurt to know more, even the minor ones, before pursuing bigger. What are these smaller rituals you know?"

Zeke nods his head, "The ritual to capture dreams and Gaia's breath. The other I know is a Fury's ritual, and I do not assume that it would merit you much worth."

Kenneth frowns slightly, leaning forward. "What do you call the ritual? The one of the Black Furies? And why do you suspect it wouldn't merit much for those outside the tribe?"

"It is called Flame Tending. In Themescrya, an eternal flame is kept that radiates its strength to all dutiful Furies in the world. This ritual is in place of the large fire, rather, a flame kept in the home. It is a connection to this greater fire of the homeland." He shakes his head, "I do not think it would work for those not of Pegasus."

"I had that suspicion," Kenneth agrees with a slow nod. "Based on what you've spoken to me about, what do you think? You being the teacher, it should be a choice between us what is taught, not what is demanded. Perhaps I should try to learn the Stone of Scorn again. But, that ones you spoke of, capturing dreams, or Gaia's breath, I am curious."

Zeke nods, "I am sometimes surprised that I learned that one at all. I account it to Pegasus' acceptance of me." He cants his head in thought and then lets out a slow breath, "Breath of Gaia is a ritual performed daily for a full cycle of the moon. When done properly, it will clear your senses and help you heal. It is done by focusing on the beauty of Gaia and your love for her. The other; capturing dreams? This ritual will take all dreams from a sleeping person, and thus it is a rite that will benefit friends and packmates more than yourself."

Kenneth cants his head, looking a bit put off from the cheese on mention of love. "And where to do the dreams go," he inquires after the second rite's explanation, "when they have been taken?"

"You capture them into a feather and then destroy it by fire. They simply vanish." Zeke offers a faint smile, "If they go someplace beyond, I am not aware of it. Likewise, the rite may not always work if the dreams are caused by anything supernatural."

Kenneth blinks some more, brows arching up at that. "Maybe..." he starts to say, but hesitates for a few skipped beats, "maybe you can show me how this is done, then?"

Zeke gives a more hopeful grin now, nodding. "I would very much like to show you. We will need to gather a feather, already shed feather mind, and in order to truly show you we need a person that is readying for sleep. In the interim, I can show you the motions and teach you what must be said."

Kenneth slowly nods, clearly turning a few thoughts over in mind. The Shadow Lord picks up his glass of water, to drink further from it until it is almost gone. "I will find these things," he says after a long moment of silence, standing and setting the glass down. "Where should I find you, though, once I've gathered them?"

"I am found near these parts. The farmhouse, the fury house, or the bawn near to both of them." Zeke sits up a little straighter now, looking as if a great weight had been taken from him.

Kenneth picks up his glass once more, and turns towards the kitchen. "I'll find you around then," he confirms and goes to wash the water glass. "If you've got some time, there may be a moot of the half moons, I was told, coming soon. Should attend, if you have the chance."

Zeke nods to this, "I would like that very much, but must gain the permission of my alpha and the sept alpha. As of yet, I am not permitted to the caern, -at least, I am not certain if I am." He narrows his eyes in thought and nods, "It was good to meet you Kenneth-rhya."

Kenneth finishes washing out the water glass, setting it back where it'd been once dry. He turns back to the metis. "Good thing, then, that our moots for the philodox aren't held at the caern, but at a different pool upon the bawn. Get permission, get chiminage, whatever you need. I'll see you around, Ezekiel." The Shadow Lord leaves through the back door, sliding the glass shut behind him with a wave.

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