Taste Freedom, Sister
12/11/2008
09:23 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (95% full).
It is currently 21:22 Pacific Time on Thu Dec 11 2008.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the northeast at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.34 and falling, and the relative humidity is 79 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
WWNP: Blue Mountains(#3854RAh)
Stiff winds cause what little forest remains to bow before the might of the sky. Twisted trees and low tough bushes soften the stony faces up near the summits. There, and along the lines of ridges, only bare stone shows through, sharp and unyielding. From here, you can look down upon the more forgiving terrain of the forest of Wolf Woods. Among the twisting false trails and creekbeds wind scenic hiking trails that are marked by WWNP posts detailing elevations and giving directions lest the unwary traveller become lost and wander off a cliff.
To the north is the boundary of the national park, beyond which the mountains continue. To the west lies the main body of the park itself, more forested and less rocky.
Contents:
Stacey
Obvious exits:
Plateau Mountain Bowl Southwest West North
With the weather in the mountains at chill temperatures, it doesn't particularly matter what form Kenneth finds himself in. All of them are rather bald, and that makes it rather pointless to find a furred form to be in. Doesn't matter. A different coat, his old jacket from older days, covers him as he makes his way through pack territory in search of the young alpha. Newly Dedicated, the jacket is fit for his Glabro form. Too bad he hasn't found time to put on a hat yet, though, and as such the exposed skin is left to the elements. Every so often, the philodox stops to call out, voice low pitched and a little harsh from healing injuries. "Stace? You out here?"
Eventually there's a short howl in response to Kenneth's call, and Pathwalker appears soon after, tracking down the boy. Far-Cry, she greets affectionately, moving to press up against his legs. Her injuries are pretty much all healed by now, little more than a memory.
Kenneth stills his steps as he hears the called response, discovering the ahroun later than she does him. Seeing her healed seems to bolster him, and though he is still healing, doesn't seem all that badly off himself now. Just bald. "Hey Peacemaker," he greets her with a sweep of his hand over her headfur and scratching briefly, lightly, between her ears. In the moment, he also takes a few to examine her closely. "You look pretty much good to go. How're you feelin'?" questions the glabro investigatively.
Good, answers Pathwalker, leaning into his scratching encouragingly. This one is cold, but otherwise good. She has been running to get warm! She tilts her head back to peer up at him. You?
Kenneth continues scratching at such encouragement, giving her a thin but sincere smile. "The same. But nothing like some running to get the blood flowing, yeah," he replies easily. "Actually, I do come with a brief bit of news. I talked to my kin. She's going to try and find that hat... for Cori," he adds, also deciding that moving seems a good idea. "Walk with me? I was going to head to the Peace Tree for the night."
Stacey perks her ears up at the news, then gives a chuff of acknowledgement. Good. Hopefully it will help cheer her. At his invitation, she stretches, and then shifts up into homid. "Gladly," she answers, starting to walk with him. There's a sense of uncertainty about her, though, difficult to place, and as it builds up within the Ahroun, mixing with the moon's tension, she reaches out for his hand.
Kenneth nods on the subject of Cori, looking a little dubious but still unworried. It's once she's reached for his hand and contacted the mostly healed appendage that he senses the translation of uncertainty and looks to her. Their contact gets a glance, but no attempt to remove is made. Then his eyes lift, still gazing down to the ahroun due to the height but finding her face in the moonlight. "What's going on, Stace?" he asks her simply.
Stacey doesn't answer right away, her eyes closing as she attempts to control the emotions within her, but the moon's against her. She lifts her free hand to cover her face as she actually starts to cry. "I almost lost you," she finally struggles out with a shuddering breath.
Kenneth furrows his brows down as she begins to cry, coming to a stop in their move towards the Peace Tree. He turns, hand still in hers, and blinks more than a few times as he waits for those words to come. And when they do, his head bows slightly, gaze dropping to his feet for a long moment of silence. Gradually, his eyes and his other hand lifts to touch gently to her cheek. "But you didn't," he says after. "Didn't lose any of us. And... I'm glad, I didn't lose you." Dark, but glinting a touch fiercely because of the brightness of the moonlight reflecting on his gaze, the Shadow Lord gives the Child a light tug of her hand, inviting her in for an actual closer hug.
Stacey takes in a breath as he touches her damp cheek, trying to regain her composure. "No, I didn't," she agrees with a soft sniffle. "An' that's good. I wouldn't've... We're still here," she says instead, reassuring herself, and maybe him as well. There's a beat of hesitation at his tug, but then she steps forward into that hug, burying her face into his shoulder.
Kenneth grunts softly at the sudden movement, but otherwise doesn't make too much sound as he waits out the moment of emotional rollercoasters. Once there is a passing of the high part and dips to a more steady section, he lightly strokes a section of her hair before speaking, "I don't think I'd be as composed, if things had happened the opposite way around." His tone confessional, he adds, "I thought I lost Cori. I felt it too. I thought... I had failed." He sucks in a slow breath and slowly pulls a bit back so he can peer down to the ahroun. "I'm sorry."
"Least one of us is sane," comments Stace in a touch lighter tone as he mentions being composed. "I don't blame you..." She looks up at him as he pulls back, one hand lifting to swipe at her eyes. "She needed... Needs t' be tougher, anyways," the girl adds with a faint smile.
"You really think she needs to be toughened in /that/ way?" Kenneth counters with a small quirk of his lip up. "You're tougher on her than I am." Soon, he makes to tilt his head so they're back on the move. Better to bleed off the energy. "You don't blame me, you say, but it won't erase the fact. I'll... be more careful," he promises of future times. Inevitable future times. "From the looks of things, there may be no more healing of the scars she's got from it." Or, the ones he's got. With the peace tree's shadowy form in the distance, he looks back to the ahroun. "Don't let it get you down. We stopped them. We stopped /him/," emphasizes the philodox. "You're... free."
Stacey smirks. "Maybe I'll ease off of her some now. Let her get over this." She looks over at him. "I'll be more careful, too... I know I wasn't very, well, sympathetic. While I was on my crusade." She lowers her gaze at his last words, taking in a long breath. "Kenneth?" She looks over at him with a grin, then lifts her hand to tag his shoulder. "You're it!" And she takes off running for the tree.
Oh! Cheater! Kenneth has to take a long moment to translate the change of topic to a game. However, when he does come to it, the halfmoon thins his lips ruefully and takes off in a sprint after the ahroun. "You get back here, you little Rite of Silence flaunting trickster!" he calls out after her, chasing at a pace more playful at first than competitive. Yet as always in their games, the edge of such competition is there, if but for the challenge.
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