Reggie's Failed Challenge

4/1/2006

01:40 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Crescent Moon phase (21% full).
It is currently 13:31 Pacific Time on Sat Apr 1 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.90 and rising, and the relative humidity is 74 percent. The dewpoint is 42 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius.)

Center of the Caern
This is the central point of the 30-meter-wide clearing. The ground is a mixture of dark, rich, muddy soil mixed with clay, though there is an occasional patch of grass. At the center rests a large white boulder, immovable even by the strongest crinos. The boulder is shot through with streaks of quartz that produces scintillating colors when light strikes it just right. It is, for lack of a wholly adequate word, beautiful.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.
Obvious exits:
Rock Slab  Windy Spot  WaterFall  Steam Vents  

In the windiest area, Jacinta sits almost at the center of the area where the wind never ceases. She is kneeling, and her hair flies free of the customary braid, lifted and tugged at by the shifting breezes. Her eyes are closed, basking in the heat of the sun, and an almost beatific smile rests on her lips. As moments pass, the smile shifts to a grin and she laughs. Then, "Ii," she says lightly, the laugh returning.

From the south, the fostern Gnawer ragabash comes walking in at a slow pace. Her ears perk forward hearing laughter, and she trots forward with her tail swishing behind her. A loud yip of greeting is given, before Runner deems to sit in a spot in the center, somewhere off from the Wendigo.

In the windiest area, Jacinta opens her eyes and turns her head toward the center, the smile faltering and then returning as she spies the ragabash. "Waqaa," the Wendigo calls, before her expression turns serious. She rises, and circles in toward the center. "Cangacit?"

Giving herself a short shake, Runner sneezes once and returns to her birthform within a few seconds. "I will learn your words, some day," she says in a slow answer. "But if that is to ask how I am doing, then I am good." The Gnawer's return smile is a small one at best.

"Ii, Runs-the-Gauntlet-yuf," Jacinta answers. "Waqaa is a greeting, like ~Hello~. Cangacit asks after your wellbeing." She slips her hands into the pocket of her kuspuq with a glance a the bright sky. "Luna is rebirthed again," she says quietly, as if answering an unspoken question.

Yi looks up as well, squinting a little with the sunlight glaring off a passing cloud. She lifts a hand to shield, and then asks softly, "You sent for me?"

Jacinta does not answer immediately, and a brief look of confusion draws her eyebrows downward. Then she says, voice clear and words clipped with precision. "Ii. Rags Torn to Rags was to have completed his challenge by the third fading of Luna's face. Has he?"

"Ah," Yi starts to answer, but has to think on it. Eventually though, she shakes her head. "I have no seen him, since that one night where he told me he had invited Clemency, Kathryn-Laura, and Aaron to his match. He picked three cliath ahrouns." She looks back to the Wendigo, gauging her reaction to the three names.

Jacinta's face is tightly controled, no change of expression at all as she plays the role she has chosen. "He has not met the terms of his challenge. Do you seek to extend his time?" Her tone is flat, no opinion carried in her voice.

Yi coughs lightly, turning her head to a side for a moment before she shakes her head. "No. Three moons is long enough, and I have heard from Circle Keeper about his opinion as well."

Jacinta gives a sharp nod. "Ii. Then, he has failed in his challenge to you?"

Yi sighs slowly and nods her head. "He has," she says with a resolution in her tone.

Jacinta takes in a sharp breath through her nose and exhales loudly. "As Master of the Challenge, I declare it so." She slides upward into crinos, belting out a howl of declaration. The tone is somewhat sad, but resolute and final, as her message is spread as far as her voice will carry. That done, she retakes the form of her birth.

Yi bows her head in acceptance of the declaration, eyes closing at the howl and opening when it has fully faded away. Her head lifts afterwards, and she wipes a corner of her lip with a thumb. "Is there anything more you need of me, Jacinta-yuf?"

Jacinta gives a rough shake of her head. "Qanga, Runs-the-Guantlet-yuf. That was all. Quyana."

Yi nods again, and then half turns to start her way out of the caern. She pauses after a couple steps, however, and turns back momentarily. "If you see your packmate, Horace... tell him I am looking for him?"

Jacinta watches Yi as she starts to turn away. At the question, she gives a small nod. "Ii. Is there a message I may give him?" she asks, curiosity in her voice.

Yi's gaze turns up afor a moment as she thinks, and then she nods. "Please tell him I would like to see about sharing knowledge. As one newmoon to another."

Jacinta acknowledges Yi's request with a quick raise of her eyebrows. Then she takes a step backward, arms crossing over her chest.

That is about all she has to say then. Yi bows her head again respectfully, and turns back to make her way out of the caern once more. She shifts down back to her lupus form, gives a quick look back and then trots away once more.

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