October 2007 Moot
10/26/2007
06:24 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (97% full).
It is currently 18:18 Pacific Time on Fri Oct 26 2007.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 63 degrees Fahrenheit (17 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.30 and falling, and the relative humidity is 23 percent. The dewpoint is 25 degrees Fahrenheit (-3 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.
Contents:
Cedric (Lightning), Jacinta (Oncoming Storm), Jamethon (Reflection's Howl), Kaz (Ears), Lefty (Ferret), Mouse (First-Strike), Reggie (Snakepatcher), Yi (Runner), Alesia (Demons), Anvilhead, Jacob (Dance-Ender), Kavi (Ringtone), Kevin (Power-Up), Lara (Sun Clencher), Masao (Leaves-None), Melodie (Bull Castrator), Morgan (Song-of-Luna), Nike (Not-Dead-Yet), Salee (Witch-Hunter)
Cael (New Brother), Lita (LongLost), Riot (Bears-the-Silvered-Claw) || Puppeted: Stacey (Pathwalker, by Yi), Chris (Walks-In-Darkness, by Kevin), Coriander (Tenderfoot, by Yi), Gene (Barefoot, by Jacinta)
Obvious exits:
Rock Slab Windy Spot WaterFall Steam Vents
Nike continues to look around at people that have arrived. Her eyes do tend to rest on Ringtone for a bit... A very long bit. In fact, the Fury Elder is staring right at Ringtone.
New Brother follows along after Luna, his gait tense and stiff, his apprehension and unease clear. His fur is marked with blue all over; streaks, lines, glyphs, crude stick-figures. He sticks close to Luna, ears flagged backwards; it is the first full moon for the cub, and he is certainly feeling the its effects.
First-Strike returns Sun Clencher's snuff with a curious, polite sniff of her own as she passes. She still hangs back, however, bent over nearly on all fours, looking more like some overlarge, thick-furred dire weasel with that back and that long tail, rather than a wolf. Her observations don't miss the strange tension that seems to be passing between the Furies and Ringtone.
Ringtone paces once more around the edge of the clearing before heading toward Lara. His scent his redolent with fear, though he does his best to control it in his posture. He doesn't seem to notice Nike just at this moment. He asks the Uktena, where do the howlers stand?
Song-of-Luna turns her head and gives New Brother's closest ear an encouraging whuffle, almost but not quite touching it. Her demeanor is reassuring, and definitely easier than it was earlier today.
Sun Clencher chuffs, apparently not noticing the tension, either. The place of water falling, she tells him.
Ringtone flicks an ear in appreciation and moves toward the waterfall. He cringes as he passes Nike and notices her glance.
Nike chews at the inside of her cheek and still looks at Ringtone. She gives her head a shake as if hearing a strange noise and walks towards him.
By the waterfall, Ringtone stands for a moment, gathering his focus, then forces a shift upward into hispo.
That ear gives a rapid flick as Luna's breath whuffs over it, and New Brother dips his head toward her, though not much of the tension eases. Lots here, he comments stiffly, glancing over all the unknown Garou.
Leaves-None picks her way down the trail by the waterfall without haste, almost casual in her pace. After a pause to shake the mist from her pelt, and clear her nose with a snort, the Ragabash pads towards the center of the carn.
Lots, Song-of-Luna agrees. There will be lots and lots, and it will be loud. It will be okay.
Far-Cry pads into the caern at a steady, ground-eating lope. His tongue hangs loose from open jaws as he pants in sign of the distance he's traveled, but soon slips back behind closed teeth once he's in the caern. Trailing behind the Shadow Lord, the pair of Children of Gaia, Tenderfoot and Pathwalker. The trio take up a small area, remaining in their lupus forms for the moment and looking around to see who has come.
Sun Clencher finally notices Nike's stare, and looks vaguely confused. She whuffs that confusion to Bull Castrator.
Bull Castrator looks confused as well. I am often confused by that Walker.
By the waterfall, Nike makes her way to Ringtone's side. "Have we... Met?" She speaks to the Walker. "I mean... I think we should have."
First-Strike's ears twist back. As Nike starts toward Ringtone, she finally seems to get up the nerve to enter the Caern. The large, weasel-ish creature starts down, carefully treading the circular path she's just watched others take with the sort of mincing steps one might expect from someone walking a minefield. She's heading toward Ringtone as well, on all fours.
New Brother wrfs to Luna, the sound a little anxious, through he only indicates a hesitant agreement, still all but glued to her side.
Cedric arrives at the moot alone, walking in in homid, his aristocratic face set in a carefully neutral expression. He nods politely in greeting to anyone who catches his eye.
By the waterfall, Ringtone takes in a deep breath, head tipping back just as Nike approaches. An abortive howl ends as he takes a step to the side and looks at her, fear and anger in equal measure in his posture, despite his attempts to hide them both. ~No,~ he says, answering the question she didn't intend to ask, and not yet ready to answer any other. He looks away from her and tips his head to the sky. ~Garou of the Hidden Walk! Come, join us at the caern! It is time to moot!~
Fidelity arrives in a casual trio; Jacob, Lefty and Aja step into the clearing, smelling strongly of freshly smoked marijuana, but carrying no sign of the herb on them currently. Jacob gives his packmates a nervous little glance and nods toward a rather off to the side place for them to settle. Aja gives him a quick, fond, squeeze of the shoulder as she settles down into a crouch. Jacob joins her, letting out a much needed sigh, and glances up to Lefty.
By the waterfall, Ringtone howls long and loud.
From By the Waterfall, Ringtone can be heard to howl, ~Garou of the Hidden Walk! Come, join us at the caern! It is time to moot!~
Song-of-Luna offers a rare form of encouragement--she actually touches New Brother's muzzle with her nose, and gives it a single, awkward and cautious lick. It will be okay, she repeats.
Leaves-None pauses in her progress towards the center and shifts in place until she can look back the way she came towards the waterfall. With the call to moot given, she gives her fur a slight shake and continues onward to an otherwise random spot near the edge of the clearing.
Spits-out-Nails appears as soon as Ringtone howls, so promptly that it seems as though he's popped up through a hidden trapdoor upon receipt of the call to moot. In his black lupus form he moves almost silently, not making any meal of his entrance.
Snakepatcher and Power-Up, both in lupus, trot down the path from the cliffs; Kaz, in homid, limps down after them. They gravitate toward Morgan.
Jacinta is followed by two young garou as she makes her way into the caern. She stands near the edge, near the place where the winds swirl and crosses her arms over her chest. Looking first to the male and then the female cub beside her, the Wendigo elder gestures to the various parts of the caern, speaking in a quiet voice.
By the waterfall, Nike gives Ringtone another look before heading back into the center.
By the waterfall, The weasel-thing pretending to be a crinos increases her four-footed pace, making toward Ringtone and Nike with flattened ears and agitated fur bristling. Her tail is too long to play the dominance game appropriately, but as she approaches them the end curls upward, and something in her entire demeanor shifts to 'bigger' and 'in charge'. She doesn't seem to end up having to say anything, but it's clear she's not at all happy with the Fury.
New Brother tenses a little as the sound of the howl breaks through, and his ears flatten as he sidesteps a little nervously. However, the touch from Luna does serve to ground him a little, though he flicks his ears up as Snakepatcher and company make their way over, and his muzzle dips down.
Runner makes her way through the Garou towards the spot appointed for The Fool's role. Her path takes her nearby the Gnawers, Kaz and Masao both with acknowledging headtilts and earflicks. Despite the moon, the ragabash appears to be excited and eager, reaching her spot and peering out over the crowd.
Song-of-Luna chuffs a greeting to her packmates, and identifies them as such for New Brother's benefit. New Brother is nervous, she informs them. But he will do very, very well.
Cedric spies Nike moving down into the centre and gladly walks over to meet her as she descends. "Why, hello there," he smiles.
Lita mutters quietly with Jacinta, glancing about at assorted people and gesturing to places about the Caern.
Nike gives a nod to Cedric and moves to his side. "Cedric." She says in a cordial tone.
Leaves-None settles on her side, reclining as she watches Garou gather. The passby from Runner earns a stretch of her head and a chuff in greeting before she subsides again.
By the waterfall, Ringtone shudders and shakes roughly as he watches the various garou arrive. Then he looks across to Yi, attempting to catch her eye.
By the waterfall, First-Strike shakes the agitation from her shoulders. She mutters something low and rumbling to Ringtone, before she turns to make her way back toward the center, eyes narrowed.
Kaz gives Cael a salute, and then focuses on Kavi.
By the waterfall, First-Strike heads into the center.
Runner's gaze sweeps until she spots Ringtone checking her way. A dip of her muzzle acknowledges him in signal.
"Little me," Cedric says to Nike, blithely.
Fidelity watches on with calm (so what if it was forcibly induced) interest as the moot begins to shape up. They sit gathered together, Aja with her legs folded daintily and her skirts smoothed over them, Lefty rather sluggishly and relaxed, and Jacob like a coiled spring being asked to stand steady. He does however, look toward Kavi with his full attention, and a sort of secret comraderie.
Spits-out-Nails's eyes fix on Lefty as she enters the gathering and he shows his teeth ever so slightly before turning away and regarding Ringtone up by the waterfall.
Nike finds a place to lean against and regards all the others that are about. A nod is given to Melodie and some others.
By the waterfall, Ringtone gives another rough shake and looks at First Strike with some cross between abject terror and appreciation. Then he takes a deep breath to calm himself and rises further, into Crinos. Another deep breath is taken in, but this one has little to do with calming, and everything to do with the howl he releases a moment later. His voice is full and rich and clear, and it seems fairly obvious that he was well named. ~Garou of the Hidden Walk! Raise your voices, now, and let them carry our strength to Gaia! We Moot!~ Then the howl becomes wordless, a sound of joy as all the rest of the fear slides away.
Jacinta nudges the cubs on either side and then rises smoothly into crinos to add her voice to the howl.
Sun Clencher howls, atonal, free, and enthusiastic.
Cedric remains by Nike as he adopts crinos form and begins an eager, if rather formal, howled paean to the spirits.
We howl now, Song-of-Luna offers to New Brother, before she slides up into crinos, all four arms at her side, and releases a rough, loud howl to the sky.
Kaz doesn't shift; she stands and pumps her fist, instead.
Lita swats Gene on the arm, nods sternly at Jacinta's direction, then switches to Lupus, held tilting back and letting a ken galliard's howl free.
Far-Cry tilts his muzzle up and belts out a long, dissonant harmony. The pair of Children of Gaia beside him do similarly, and their melodies come out at purposefully off-pitched tones.
Power-Up doesn't have to shift; from his position down by Kaz's feet he throws his head back in traditional wolf-fashion and howls up at the sky.
Snakepatcher adds his gravelly howl to the cacophony.
Leaves-None adjusts her recline a bit to allow her howl to leave her throat and join the dissonant chorus.
Demons raises her head and howls... raising her spear as she does so.
First-Strike looks terribly uncertain--she lags behind, but then she stands upright, long spine making her look far, far too tall for her width, and releases a short, experimental howl, which is followed by a longer and more confident one.
Runner joins in the howl, cutting off mid sound to yip thrice before continuing where she'd left off.
New Brother flicks his ears unsteadily, hesitating. Though, roughly, he follows Luna's lead and shifts up to crinos, tilting his muzzle up in a small, weak howl that is hesitant at first, though a moment later it gains in intensity as he finds his voice.
Spits-out-Nails begins a howling too, which takes on a slightly more joyous note when he spies the familiar form of his pack and tribemate, Anvilhead, join the circle of garou.
Nike stomps forward and as she does erupts into crinos and a long and powerful howl to the moon.
Bull Castrator joins in the howl, her lupus voice clear and high.
Witch-Hunter pads through the trees like one uncomfortable in their own skin. The red wolf dances back a step when Ringtone's howl breaks through the night. Goodness! Spotting Kaz with keen green eyes, the small lupus approaches the Bone Gnawer and nudges her leg once.
Anvilhead lumbers in while all the howling is going on, huffing and tongue-lolling and drooling copiously.
Jacob does not shift, nor does Lefty - whose voice would be more insult than anything else anyway. The Ragabash beside them grins from under fluttering eyelashes, and while choosing to remain in homid yet, she lifts up an exhuberant howl born of human vocal chords. A nudge of her elbow sets Jacob to mimic her, and he too sends up the obligatory, if still human-toned, howl.
Sun Clencher peers down at the Walker, and she crouches down to mutter something to her.
Kaz blinks down at the Walker, and crouches down to mutter to her.
Snakepatcher, from his position besides Kaz, lowers his muzzle to regard the lupus who's just joined the Vendetta members, and sniffs curiously at her in a not unfriendly manner.
Anvilhead angles over toward Spits-out-Nails, snuffling at him briefly before sitting down and scratching vigorously at his neck with a hind paw.
Sun Clencher drifts toward Lita as she finishes howling.
By the waterfall, Ringtone lets the howl begin to fade, but before the last voice echoes out of the valley, he silences his own and growls out the first of the laws of the garou. He is answered quickly by Runner, across the caern, and those in the center growl and shout her down. Through three more the pattern repeats, and again, the Glass Walker's voice rings out, ~Submission to Those of Higher Station!~
First-Strike drops back to all fours once her second howl has finished, as if it were just too much effort at present to continue standing upright. She's picked a spot all to herself for the moment, and now that the Calling begins in earnest, she's quiet, listening with rapt attention and blunt curiosity.
Once the growls and howls of the Garou die down again, Runner dares to prick her ears forward again at the next called law. ~A cub submits to a cliath. A cliath submits to a fostern. On and on we play up the ladder of social rank. But Who determined who ranks the highest? The leaders, of course. Are these first wolves who founded their pack truly worthy of leading? These questions we all ask ourselves. And as you may have found, sometimes, the answer is No! You may lift your chin, show your throat, and tuck your tail. But deep down in your heart you know those above you, sometimes, are not worthy.~
Power-Up lets out several sudden sharp barks that sound oddly like human laughter, at that.
Kaz fell into Crinos after the first law was recited; she remains that way for the duration. ~So that's easy, you get better at what you're doing and make it so they /ain't/ the leaders no more. But you follow the forms.~
Oncoming Storm turns to her cubs and gestures toward the fool, and though she seems to respond with appropriate anger to the words, there is something of respect in her posture as well. ~If they are not worthy,~ she growls out, ~Challenge!~
~Then you challenge,~ is Lara's answer. ~And if they beat you, then you are not, in fact, better than them.~
Anvilhead snarls at the Fool. Wrong!
Power-Up looks up at his crinos packmate and rests his head against her knee, tongue still lolling with amusement.
The small wolf wags her tail in response, firmly nudging Kaz's leg once more, after she's taken the Crinos form. I know you! You know me! She does flinch once at the attention from Snakepatcher, but the tenseness in Witch-Hunter's muscles doesn't last long. She's content to let the other wolf investigate.
Song-of-Luna offers encouragement to New Brother for the first few laws--it's only now that she seems to notice the stranger nearby. She sniffs and peers at Witch-Hunter in wary curiosity. Oh, don't mind those extra arms, Salee dear.
~If they are not worthy, then they will fall,~ shoots back Lightning. ~And if they are worthy, they will remain on top, no matter how hard you try to undermine them!~ He glances round the moot significantly.
Leaves-None's head swivels as she looks between Caller and Fool, ears alert and interested even if the Gnawer herself doesn't appear so.
First-Strike snorts quietly to herself. She sits back, crossing her arms and curling her long tail around her like some oversized cat.
Spits-out-Nails just gives a disgusted growl, and doesn't trouble himself to voice any specific refutation.
Bull Castrator asides, I've found in my heart that most of them are worthy after all.
New Brother settles into a crouch with the large forepaws splayed against the earth. He still looks uneasy, but his ears perk foward as he watches. He stays quiet for the most part, and still stays near Luna. He does, however, tilt his head curiousy toward Witch-Hunter, as well, though he only observes her briefly before his eyes train back to the front.
By the waterfall, When the sept has been successful once more, Ringtone's voice comes again, and he snarls out the next three laws with Runs the Gauntlet teasing and testing, and being called the Fool she plays. ~The Veil Shall Not Be Lifted!~ he shouts out, staring across the way as if daring the Fool to argue against this law, too.
~We fight the Wyrm wherever and whenever it breeds, do we not?~ Runs-the-Gauntlet barks out her query in a seemingly rhetorical fashion, her voice twisting as she continues with a snarl. ~How is it the Wyrm is made known to us? The taint is all but clear and visible. There!~ She sweeps her claws out, pointing towards the city, pointing towards the edges of the bawn. ~Why can they be allowed to pierce the Veil, but not us? Why do /they/ get to show their horrors for what they are, but not us? There was a time when Garou walked amongst the humans, the kin, openly and without fear. Our enemies certainly see fit to display their powers, obvious for those who know how to see them to do so. We should do the same!~
First-Strike gives a short, sharp barking laugh at this, rather than a snort. She doesn't verbalize her derision, but it's clear what she thinks of that argument.
Ears says, sadly, ~Because it don't work like that anymore.~
Spits-out-Nails indicates a negative. If your enemy jumped off a cliff, would you jump off it too? If your enemy ate poison, would you devour it too? You are foolish, Runner!
Lara snarls, ~We are not Wyrm. We do not follow their urgings. But also, through pain and havoc, we gave up that right.~
Oncoming Storm says, ~You would lead them to your doorstep, but yours is ours, and ours is Grandmother's. You Wyrmcomers have made this necessary. Now all of us must live with your errors!~
Anvilhead simply snarls and paws the ground, hackles up and teeth showing. Wrong wrong wrong!
~We are better than them!~ Lightning exclaims angrily. ~Why should we descend to their debased, filthy level?~
By the waterfall, Hunter, at the edge, growls back, ~Because we failed them long ago, and lost that privledge!~
Power-Up gives that barking laugh again, this time when he hears Oncoming Storm's angry words.
First-Strike gives a startled look toward Oncoming Storm.
LongLost paces in place a bit, hackles raised. She glances to Oncoming Storm, adding, Yeah!, then snorts at the Fool.
As the Caller and the Fool handle their duties, Jacob looks down to the Gaian cub that has been settled with the pack. He leans in to whisper something to her, nodding in the direction of all the focus. Aja listens in with a wide grin on her face and Lefty acts almost like the well behaved mother at a PTA meeting.
By the waterfall, Another three laws are declared, argued, and reaffirmed, and Ringtone's call comes again. The final law is said with such emotion that it nearly causes his voice to crack. Instead, the growl comes out low and threatening. ~Take No Action that Causes a Caern to be Violated!~
The new cub by the Gaian Cliath gives a sharp nod, though her wide eyes are centered on the action, and her tense body betrays an alertness mixed in with a sense of anxiety.
Runs-the-Gauntlet bares her teeth, ears pushing forward in an angry display of displeasure. ~The caern is sacred to all. It is the heart of Gaia. But who knows best how to ensure the safety of the caern? Who knows best how to discern between what soils this sacred spot of Gaia's heart? The Warder, you say? What if the Warder is not there? What if the Guardians are elsewhere, and there is no time? Well, then you act on what /you/ believe is the best action, do you not? But /I/ might not agree with your action. /I/ might have done things a different way. A /better/ way. Which action will be the lesser of two evils? Think on that! You see? Even /this/ law can be bent!~
Ears's attention drifts to Kevin, and she says nothing.
If Power-Up displayed amusement at the Fool's earlier comments, it was as nothing compared to the hilarity he shows now. The lupus actually rolls over onto his back, kicking his legs like a cub, and emitting shrill little semi-hysterical yips. Too funny! Too funny!
Lara snarls at Kevin. And then adds, to the Fool, ~That is what judgement is all about.~
Oncoming Storm does not seem to agree with the Fool, and, like Kaz, her gaze turns to Kevin. She doesn't seem amused by his behavior, either as her lips pull back in a snarl.
Witch-Hunter seems on edge now. Her eyes are fixed on Power-Up's display. What are you, a hyena?
First-Strike stands up, slowly, to her full height once again. She doesn't make a single sound, but her eyes fall on Kevin, and her neckfur lifts. The /glare/ he gets could curdle milk.
By the waterfall, Reflection calls out to the fool, ~In this law, we do not care about intention when the day is done. We care about what has been done. If your way is the better way, and the Caern stands strong, then you are well to have acted. If you are such a fool as you, and your actions harm the Caern, then you will taste our rage. No matter what you /thought/ you were doing.~
Spits-out-Nails plainly doesn't think this is funny in the least. His snarl, teeth all showing, is evenly divided between the Fool and Power-Up.
New Brother gives a low, barely audible rumble as he shifts his weight, though it is likely only able to be heard by Luna, and his shoulders only hunch up, ears flagged sideways.
LongLost, slowly getting energized as different laws are called out, snaps and snarls in the Fool's direction. Hey! Come over here and say that! You stupid ... the rest is lost in a serious of curses and growls.
Power-Up pulls himself together after a few seconds, abasing himself at the ground by Kaz's feet. I am a fool, pay me no heed, I am ragabash.
Anvilhead knows that he is not allowed to hurt the Fool, but he does take a few steps over toward Power-Up, his growl rising in volume.
Song-of-Luna shrinks to lupus and back pedals so fast, she's already three feet back from her previous position by the time anyone is likely to notice. Her tail is tucked and her ears are flattened so far down it's a wonder they're visible at all.
Leaves-None looks away from the Calling and focuses on Power-Up, her head gradually tilting this way and that at his noises. Contrary to several reactions, she looks intrigued by his display and actually sits up to watch him.
First-Strike continues to glare silently at her tribemate.
Lightning also seems rather confused at Power-Up's reaction and at the general air of disquiet it causes, making him slow to respond to the fool. ~The Caern must stand while the breath of any garou remains in his body,~ is his eventual response, ~and I shall guard this one while I still breathe myself.~
By the waterfall, Ringtone, when the last of the Fool's comments have been shouted into nothing, hunches over to make himself as small as possible, and returns to the center of the caern. His eyes seek someone, turning here and there as he moves through the gathered.
By the waterfall, Ringtone heads into the center.
Ears crouches down to put a hand on Kevin's shoulder. She doesn't say anything; just regards those glaring at her packmate evenly.
Song-of-Luna turns sharply, with the obvious full intent to crawl/slink as fast as she possibly can away from the gathering.
Anvilhead huffs and lumbers back to stand near Felix, very much a grumpybear.
Nike looks to the arriving Ringtone and raises a brow once more.
Runner draws her tongue up in behind her fangs again once her role is finished. She shakes herself thoroughly, as if to toss off all the insults and rage-filled commentary from before, and slips on over to Leaves-None's side, and passes a small grin to her.
New Brother has his attention on the fore, for now, so he misses Luna's retreat. However, after a moment, he tilts his head to ask her something or another, and is stunned to find empty space. The cub's eyes snap up and he gives a worried glance about to try to find her.
First-Strike continues to glare with disapproval and irritation at Power-Up, until she finally turns her head away and sinks back down into a sit. There's a grumbling noise in the back of her throat.
Jacob looks out toward Ringtone with a firm nod, just enough motion to hopefully help direct him over to his pack. He shifts a little in his seat as well, bringing one leg out from under the other. Lefty gives him a more cheeful wave with her one good hand, and Aja casts her typical warm smile.
Power-Up isn't meeting anyone's eyes or responding to anyone except Kaz, whose hand he licks a little bit.
Witch-Hunter approaches Power-Up and nudges him lightly. I am here for you.
LongLost growls a bit at Runner, but pulls back when Oncoming Storm nips for attention, then quietly explains. LongLost whines a bit, sinking lower at teh mistake, glancing back at the Fool for a final, 'grr', then falls back in line by the other Wendigo cub, Barefoot.
Leaves-None reluctantly pulls herself away from contemplation of Power-Up and ducks her head to bump it against Runner's shoulder. Her muzzle drops open for a moment, tongue lolling amiably in response.
Far-Cry exchanges a low rumbling commentary to the pair of Children he sits with, not deigning to so much as glance in the same direction as others have.
Ringtone makes for his packmates, looking significantly relieved that his part is over.
Song-of-Luna continues to make her way low and slinking, nearly crawling, toward the very edge of the Caern. She looks like she's trying to melt into the ground.
Riot settles back next to Jacob, her tribe-mate and current mentor, and wraps her homid arms around her knees - looking a little smaller and more vulnerable without her twin next to her.
As soon as he cannot locate Luna, New Brother shrinks back to lupus, tail tucked between his legs, and he hops up to his feet, giving a small, almost panicked circle, trying to pick her out in the crowd, though he's failing for the time being, and a little whine exits his throat as he shrinks back a little. Err.
Oncoming Storm growls quietly to the cubs at her side, gesturing with her muzzle toward Kevin.
Ears calls softly to Cael.
It is true, I am a fool greater even than her, Power-Up cofesses to Witch-Hunter.
Snakepatcher circles, regarding the shrinking away of Morgan, then circles about the cub she left behind, encouraging the New brother to join Ears and the rest.
Witch-Hunter licks Power-Up behind one ear reassuringly. Do not worry.
LongLost peers at Power-Up, after Oncoming Storm's direction. She squints just a bit. Huh.
By the waterfall, Reflection's Howl stands by the Waterfall, looking out over the Caern, his chimeric spear held firmly in his right hand. He roars out loud enough for all to hear, ~Chimera! The Lady of Mirrors! Hear your warriors and know of our devotion. On this night we moot. Chimera! The Many-Faced! Come and join us to celebrate Gaia at her heart! Hear us and be led to your Sept!~ With this he turns towards the waterfall and tilts his head back in a powerful howling, arms raising up to welcome the Sept in joining him.
Sun Clencher tilts her head back and howls, welcoming, pleading.
New Brother seems startled by Snakepatcher's approach, and his ears flick back and forth several times. However, he chuffs his agreement, and slinks back over to where Ears sits, still seeming rather worried.
Lightning is glad to join in this howl good and loud, though he still shoots a few glances over towards the goings-on with Vendetta.
Oncoming Storm continues to growl quietly to her cubs, gesturing toward the waterfall before she also begins to howl.
Runner doesn't wait long, but belts out a howl that sounds more like an ursine roar before it trails off into an ululation.
First-Strike tries to shrug off her annoyance with less than marginal success, but the shift in the moot has her once more intrigued. She watches, hesitates, and then only after several others have begun to howl as well does she join in once again.
Spits-out-Nails's wolf-howl is almost lost in the many howls around him.
Ringtone's head tips back and he howls out a wordless sound, crystal clear and full of hope.
Power-Up does finally venture a slightly tremulous howl along with everyone else's.
Far-Cry, Pathwalker and Tenderfoot all gradually join in the welcoming howl, dropping off and picking up where each of them left off from the other's call.
Leaves-None's howl starts off high and trails off low, making it an odd counterpoint to her tribemate as she raises her voice to Chimera.
Demons joins the opening howl.
Anvilhead throws his head back and bellows out wordlessly at the sky.
Witch-Hunter seems to surprise herself when she lends her own voice to the howl.
Ears mutters something to Cael.
LongLost droops a bit, dejectedly, but at Barefoot's urging, gets back on track and adds her strong howl to the mix.
Song-of-Luna returns, still looking as though she'd like nothing better than to disappear. She's still slinking, her tail is tucked up between her legs, her ears are invisible, and every bit of fur on her back seems to be standing on end. She crawls up behind her pack, her cub, and Witchhunter.
As her howl dies, the Wendigo Elder turns sharply to the female cub, eyes narrowing. Silent postures tell the cub that what she seeks is long dead and gone.
New Brother turns an ear toward Ears, and grunts an acknowledgement, shifting over rather close to her - until his flank is brushing against her, in fact. He isn't losing /this/ one.
By the waterfall, When the howling has been joined by all who will, the waters swirl up from the pool in two thin, wide streams, what appears to be ramps that twirl up into a double helix that meets at a point at almost the height of the Warder's head. Up these ramps from the water, run and fly animals and creatures of all kinds, formed each of all the colors of the rainbow. Equines, lupines, chimeras, avians, ursines, felines, taurines, even humanoids, and more... they meet at the point and explode there into a blue star at the apex of the sculpture. The star shines a powerful light out and rotates, occasionally changing colors, casting eerie and dancing shadows over the Caern.
Sun Clencher takes a step back, paw raised, gaping in awe.
Nike folds her arms across her chest and smiles at the sight.
Ears says, ~Whoa.~
First-Strike gazes at the display in what can only be described as awed, utter reverence.
Ringtone shrinks down onto all fours, ears canted outward as he watches.
Spits-out-Nails goggles, his ears folding back as he sees the spectacular light-show developing in front of his eyes. He shifts up to crinos, still howling, the better to see all the colors.
Anvilhead watches the display with gaping jaw and lolling tongue, interested but not especially amazed.
Far-Cry cranes his eyes up at the display, ears snapping forward at the sight of the light and squinting from its brightness. The halfmoon utters a satisfied chuff, holding back on the awe that's displayed much more openly by the young Coggie cub beside him.
Fidelity watches in pleased silence, much as they have been all night. Though Jacob leans once more to no doubt explain the goings on to the cub beside him.
Witch-Hunter nudges Power-Up, tail wagging excitedly. Look at that! Would'ja lookit that?
Bull Castrator lets her howl fade as the spirit display manifests, and she watches with glee. I love this part. We have the best Caern in the world.
Leaves-None cants her ears fervently towards the sight, muzzle open and tongue lolling out, tail swishing back and forth along the ground behind her.
Song-of-Luna slinks up on the other side of New Brother, just slightly behind still. She remains low to the ground--in fact, she lies down and huddles there--but she peers past him at the waterfall.
Power-Up is looking, indeed. He is silent, dumbstruck with utter amazement. When nudged, he responds, somewhat mechanically, I endangered this. I did. I did.
LongLost shrinks from Oncoming Storm's eyes, but perks quickly as the water does ... that. WOW!
Lightning is ecstatic where Nike is calm, bouncing up and down alongside his packmate in Havoc and howling eagerly at the spectacle.
Whatever worry New Brother had is lost and forgotten as soon as the lights spill across the caern, and the young cub's jaw drops slightly as he goes utterly still. The fascination and awe is easy to read, and everything around him is lost for the moment as he stares, dumbstruck.
By the waterfall, Reflection reaches out and takes the star from it's pedestal which collapses in a loud splash back into the pool, like a wave in the ocean. The Warder turns back out towards the Garou and steps up slowly to the center as the on-lookers react. The light gives a powerful warmth, indeed a heat, to all it's bearer passes near. Once there, he releases the star, which rises quickly into the night and like a spear piercing flesh, has only a moment of hesitant resistance high above in the sky before it streaks out over the world like a shooting star into distant space. As a sense of palpatable spirit gathers around the Caern, Reflections's Howl calls out, ~The inner sky is open! Let us moot!~ The Warder looks a bit more worn and tired than usual after the opening, and those attentive to such things would note that this has been the case consistantly ever since the Great Hunt.
Ears mutters something to Cael.
Mirror-Lady, Song-of-Luna remarks quietly, from New Brother's side.
Oncoming Storm growls softly to Long Lost.
Jubilation at the spectacle turns to concern once it fades, and Witch-Hunter once again nudges her tribemate. She cants her head back behind them. You want to get away a bit?
Leaves-None follows the star with her tail continuing to wag. As it ascends, she yips a little and capers in place as if trying to catch it before it disappears. Then she settles down again with as much of a pleased expression as she can display in lupus.
LongLost follow's the star's path, then faces Oncoming Storm excitedly. Cool! She then hops about just a bit, unable to contain herself while watching it fly up.
New Brother flicks his ear toward Ears, and his jaw clamps shut. He can barely manage any coherent thought, but he eventually wriggles, his tail wagging. And, as Morgan addresses him once again, he looks over to her, and relief causes his ears to fall flat. Indicating his understanding, he turns to the fore to watch the star fly, and cannot help the excited yip as he hops to his paws and prances in place.
Anvilhead gets up, restlessly paces around in a little circle, and then sits down again to scratch himself.
Song-of-Luna remains crouched, practically hiding behind her cub.
Remaining in crinos, Spits-out-Nails stoops to the ground to pick something up, then with a friendly glance at Anvilhead, he walks forward, raising the item he picked up; a long leg bone from some animal. ~Fellow Garou!~ he calls out loudly as he brandishes it. ~As you know, I am a Philodox, a half moon. My job is to seek out the truth myself, and to help others find the truth as well. For the truth is always there to be found, if one searches hard enough. Just as this bone contains marrow hidden at its center, so every issue contains a truth. And just as we break the bone to find the marrow, so we seek out truth!~ He breaks the bone over his knee sharply.
Far-Cry sits up a bit more attentively when the Truthcatcher holds the bone high, as if paying attention more to the ritual of the act.
Snakepatcher circles about restlessly, and catches Witch-Hunter's gesture. He sidles up and indicates the Cracking of the Bone to her. Watch and listen.
New Brother flattens his ears and settles back down to his haunches again, looking first over to Morgan, and then to Ears, a little uncertain to to what is going on.
~First,~ Nails goes on, ~those new to our midst are invited to step forth, to take the bones and to introduce themselves, be they fresh cubs or be they adult garou who have come here from elsewhere.~ He looks around to see if his invitation is accepted by anyone.
Oncoming Storm nudges each of the cubs by her side.
LongLost nudges Barefoot that-a-way, then shifts back to her homid form to follow him.
Song-of-Luna chuffs quietly to New Brother. This is when you go and take the bone and speak. Wait until you get the bone.
Oncoming Storm snarls at Long Lost when she shifts to homid, growling out a fierce, ~Crinos.~
Jacob reaches over to give Riot a gentle squeeze, speaking quietly to her. "You can give your intro in the mothers tongue yes? Be sure to take Crinos as you give your introduction."
First-Strike stands again. This time she's not on all fours as she makes her way to take the bone, she's standing upright, too tall entirely, spin and long tail grotesquely evident. She turns to face the Sept with a sort of tense confidence. ~My name is First-Strike, or Gets-the-First-Shot. I go by Mouse in homid. I'm a Fostern Metis Theurge of the Glass Walkers from the Sept of the Green, and I'm currently in the process of completing chiminage to join your Sept.~ That said, she hands the bone back with a nod, and starts back to her lone seat.
New Brother looks between the two uneasily, and, after watching a moment, he edges forward, remaining in lupus for now as he approaches.
Ears flashes Mouse a thumb's up.
Riot nods mutely, and closes her eyes, muttering something wordlessly under her breath - she shifts into her Crinos form, and settles back again, waiting for further direction.
Ringtone looks up at First Strike when she takes the bones. His ears pull forward and he rises just a little, no longer looking quite so small. His jaw drops open in a bit of a lupine grin at the fostern of his tribe.
Oncoming Storm doesn't seem terribly pleased by Mouse's introduction, but she keeps any specific thoughts to herself.
Spits-out-Nails reclaims the bone halves from First-Strike, eyeing her keenly, and looks to see who follows her.
Power-Up gives a very soft whuf of encouragement to First-Strike as she returns from her announcement.
After a moment of hesitation, New Brother shifts up to Crinos, taking the bones. The cub looks very nervous for a moment, but after a moment his nostrils flare as he takes a breath. ~I am New Brother,~ he says, the language rough and clearly very rehearsed. ~Ahroun cub of the Fianna.~ And, with that, he hands the bones back, heading quickly back over to Ears and Luna.
Ears beams at the Fianna cub.
Lightning gives New Brother an encouraging gesture as he steps up, and another one as he finishes his speech. The Silver Fang plainly approves of this cub.
Song-of-Luna rises cautiously to her feet as New Brother returns, pleased and approving and terribly happy with 'her' cub, in spite of all the rest of her anxieties.
Spits-out-Nails passes the bones to Barefoot next, and stands back to allow the Wendigo cub his turn in the limelight.
Barefoot advances, taking the bones and facing the crowd as he straightens himself and puffs out his chest to cover a twinge of nervousness. After scanning the assembled Garou with his eyes, he brings his curled hands together and announces in a strong voice, ~Know me in this form as Follows Barefoot, crescent-moon cub of the Wendigo tribe! In my birth form I shall be called /Nanan/, the name given me by the Chill Wind that Heralds the Oncoming Storm!~ He then returns the bones and rejoins his tribemates.
Lara regards Walks-Barefoot with fierce approval.
Oncoming Storm straightens with pride as the first of her two cubs speaks.
Far-Cry quietly watches the procession of introductions, eyeing the metis fostern, then the cubs as they step up. An exploratory sniff from afar is taken, drawing in what scent he can of them.
Lita follows behind her tribemate and fellow cub, giving him a friendly swat on the shoulder as they pass one another. She takes the bone halves, then walks forward just a bit on the mound. She takes a moment to look across the assembled, surprisingly confident in front of a crowd, before saying, ~She-Was-Lost-For-a-long-Time, Wendigo Galliard.~ She pauses just a heartbeat, before adding, ~Get used to the name... you'll be hearing it often.~ She hands the bones back to Spits-out-Nails, then shrinks back to Lupus, to follow Barefoot back to Oncoming Storm's location.
Lara rumbles, ~Cub,~ but her fierce approval does not waver.
Spits-out-Nails receives the bones back with distinct coolness, and his eyes meet Lita's for a second.
Oncoming Storm seems to accept Lita's introduction as given, and huffs out a sound of approval when the cub returns.
Riot stands up, throwing Jacob an uncertain glance before padding heavily towards the bones with a soft huff. Taking the bones from Spits-out-Nails with a small nod, she turns to the crowd, and announces, a bit louder than necessary, 'Riot. Also Bears-the-Silvered-Claw. Ahroun. Cub. Child of Gaia!" And then grins at them as best she can in her Crinos form. With that done, she hands the bone halves carefully back to Spits and returns to her seat, searching Jacob's face for approval or criticism.
Jacob is grinning widely at her, pride evident. That this shows through the Galliards otherwise nervous posture speaks volumes for its sincerity, and as she returns, his hand moves to pat the large crinos shoulder once more and he nods to her.
Spits-out-Nails receives the bones back from Riot and looks around for other newcomers. Seeing none he invites, ~Those who have other announcements, should now step forwards and make them.~
Ringtone looks from the cub to his packmate, a twitch of his ear showing approval.
LongLost quietly lies down by Jacinta, pinning Barefoot between herself and the Fostern. She headbumps the Theurge, adding a quiet, 'kickass' to him, before falling quiet to watch the rest of the Moot.
Demons takes the bones and looks around then growls out in mother's tongue ~There have been dreams, of a wyrm tainted falcon, attacking, clawing at the dreamer's eyes. Of a dead Pegasus, eaten by wyrmy dogs and rats. More than one has had this dream. I have had this dream. It maybe a warning. It may be a sign. Any who have had this dream, please come and speak with me in the coming days. We should meet and try to find the hidden meaning of this dream.~
Demons pauses for a moment then adds. ~When the moon is next gone dark, new, there will be a harvest moot. There will be food, tests of skill and tests of strength and ability. It will give a chance for any to test their abilities against fellow garou of the sept. Cubs may not take part unless their elders say they may. Culls-The-Herd says her and her mate will bring food. Any who can bring food should bring it to the barn. It will be two days of tests, challenges, food and glory.~
Bull Castrator heads to the center, shifting to Crinos and taking the bones. ~When last we were at Moot, you knew me as Ankle-Biter, cub of the Black Fury. I have been through my ordeals since then, and now am Castrates the Mighty Bull, Cliath of the Black Fury, and full Philodox of this Sept.~ She stands proud, taking a moment to feel the true belonging to the Caern and the people here, before returning the bones and going back to her place in the crowd.
Nike lifts her head and smiles with pride at her tribesmate. She lifts a fist into the air and gives a silent cheer for Melodie.
Lara yips in delight.
Power-Up lifts his head and gives a few cheerful wufs for the new cliath, too.
Ringtone licks his nose nervously and looks down at his packmates as he turns and steps toward the rock slab. He takes the bones in one taloned hand and turns to face the assembled. As he turns, the fear drains away when he speaks it is with the rich sound that he was named for. Nodding toward Melodie he says, ~Two Glass Walkers have also taken their places among the Garou. Shit Storm and Out Cold together braved the sewers in the city, scouting and mapping their lengths. They have returned to us as Walks In Darkness and Witch Hunter, Cliath Ragabash. Welcome them!~
Ringtone hands the bones back to Felix and withdraws.
Spits-out-Nails takes the bones back, inclining his black-furred head at the news of the Glass Walkers.
Runner looks to the new cliaths as well, studying the mentioned and for a brief moment looking puzzled.
Ears mutters, ~Rock on.~
Lightning applauds, as well. ~More fighters for Gaia!~
Jacob nods briefly as his packmate introduces the new Cliath, one glance given to Riot as she listens and watches, perhaps in thought of when her rite will come. Still, as the moot progresses, the Galliard grows more and more anxious, and it takes a nudge from Aja and a reassuring, almost motherly shoulder squeeze from Lefty to get him to remember to breath.
Far-Cry regards the new philodox, and particularly the deedname for her, with a sudden, tensed air. The Shadow Lord picks himself up where he'd sat down, and shakes out his fur before moving up to take his crinos form, as well as the bones from the Truthcatcher. ~For some time I have been watching over the wolf kin that run under the protection of the human park,~ he notes. ~However, since their territory should be respected as well, I have moved mine to a deeper part of the woods there. Use your nose if you want to find its borders.~ That is all the halfmoon comments about, and returns the bones to the Truthcatcher before resuming his lupus form and his spot in the crowd.
Spits-out-Nails looks over towards pack Vendetta, as though he almost expects some announcement to come from that quarter. But none seems forthcoming, so he speaks once more. ~If any of you have challenges to announce, for rank or for any other cause, let them now be made public.~
And once Felix has made that speech, movement does indeed come from Vendetta. Power-Up, slipping into crinos, slopes down towards the Truthcatcher, avoiding eye contact. Nails cedes the bones, and Power-Up speaks. ~You all know me, I should think, at least by reputation: Power-in-the-Darkness, ragabash cliath of the Glass Walkers, and alpha of pack Vendetta. Now, for reasons I needn't go into, I am stepping down as pack alpha, though I remain a member. I believe I have challenges from Song-of-Luna, Snakepatcher, and Ears.~ He waves one hand cheerfully towards the rest of his pack. ~Seven days from now I shall run a small public contest to determine which of these fine garou is most worthy to fill my shoes as alpha of Vendetta. It should be worth coming to watch.~ Turning to his packmates again he adds, ~May the best garou win!~ and with a flourish, hands off the bones to Nails once more.
Oncoming Storm snarls, silently but openly, at Kevin.
Power-Up walks back to join the rest of Vendetta. If he hears the Wendigo's snarl, he pays it no heed.
Song-of-Luna sits up a little straighter, but says nothing at all.
Snakepatcher listens and watches to the various announcements, peering at the new cubs. He reacts with surprise to Kevin's announcement, and rumbles at him when Kevin rejoins Vendetta.
Ears straightens a little. ~How very specific.~ There's a brief silence. ~I'll be there.~ A moment later, she adds, ~Spirit's Touch of the Fianna's vacated her rank Challenge to He-Whose-Words-Burn-Like-Dragon's-Fire. There's no other challenges this moon. Except for Laora's Challenge to He-Whose-Words-Burn-Like-Dragon's-Fire's leadership, which isn't done yet.~
Runner blinks a few times with the announcements of challenges, looking about for the afore mentioned Fianna.
New Brother sits still, still hunkering crouched in crinos betwixt Luna and Ears. However, Ears' announcement causes both ears to prick with interest.
Spits-out-Nails inclines his head again, respectfully, to Ears. When no further word of challenges is evident, he speaks to the whole moot. ~The Truth is extracted. The job of this philodox is done. It is the turn of the Galliards to bring us their songs and stories.~ Stepping out of the focus, he takes a place next to Anvilhead once more, with evident relief that his duty has been discharged.
At /this/, Song-of-Luna goes very, very tense, and it's plain as day that the news of Laora's challenge unsettles her quite a great deal.
Ringtone turns from Felix to Jacob, drawing in a nervous breath on his packmate's behalf.
Anvilhead leans over to snuffle at Felix for a bit and then settles down again.
New Brother turns his ears back afterward, and looks to Luna, something not quite pleased in his features, and he leans in to mumble something to her.
Jacob steps up with a slow gait and a somewhat nervous posture. It takes him a moment of looking around the gathered before he rises up just a little straighter, and takes to his war form- the evident scarring down his chest stands in contrast against his otherwise well groomed fur. ~We're in a war here, and sometimes we're pressed from so many sides, that it feels like there's an impossible weight crushing us. It's these times, more than any other, that we need to remember the heroes who've come, and conquered, before. And we've had them right here in this Sept - and we need to remember them, and learn from them, and strive to be like them. But we can't- not unless we stop our talking, and stop our arguing, and listen~ A deep breath follows, ~And sometimes the people who do the telling have to conquer their own battles just to tell them. So I'm going tell us all about a great Garou that walked among these very trees. I'm going to tell you about Moon-Laughs-Quiet. Adren Theurge of the Children of Gaia. Alpha of the Wheel Renewed.~
Lightning leans forward and listens eagerly to the start of this tale.
Ears settles back with her pack, and then leans forward with interest.
Runner eye widens with the mentioned name, looking caught off guard and surprised to hear it. She just manages to head off a thin whine, and resettles to listen.
Song-of-Luna responds quietly to New Brother, though anyone looking at her can read the lupine language. She notes to him that she frightens this one also.
Dance-Ender does not embellish his story telling with any gestures or emphatic tone of voice tonight. His approach is like that of an aged historian, someone who wished for nothing more than to, for these few moments, revive the stories of old into something palpable and encouraging. ~She rited here. Her path started as all of ours did, as a cub. But she was a doer. She was a giver. She went beyond just surviving, went beyond just mere duty. She led the Garou, she loved the Garou, she bled for the Garou. She was elder of the Children- a position we title as Voice of the Goddess, and her actions could not have been a truer mimic of Gaia's love and care for us. She was Master of the Challenge at a point, Master of the Rite at another, and Alpha of the Sept. Her adventures led her to Erebus, Pangea, the Atrocity Realm and the Gaian Homeland twice. She led the retaking of the caern when it had fallen, and she led the rites that reawakened it and brought it back to what we know it as now. In many ways, we wouldn't be here, like this now, without her strength and courage and dedication.~
Ears grins quietly.
New Brother watches Luna quietly for a moment before turning his gaze to Dance-Ender. He listens quietly, though it is plain some of the Mother's Tongue is lost on him, as he leans in after a moment to ask a question in Luna's ear.
Spits-out-Nails listens to the story from his place beside Anvilhead. He seems weary.
Dance-Ender lifts his hands up now, the first gesture of his story, in a sort of helpless regret. ~In truth, I know only very little about her. But what she's done is a reminder to us all, of what we should strive to do. We need to be more than survivors, more than talkers, and more than just deadly predators. We need to be Gaia's defenders, her chosen warriors, and there is no time She needs us more than when we feel like we are surrounded by unsurpassable odds. Moon Laughs Quiet did just that. She never gave up, or gave in. And I wish I wish I had the chance to know her, to find that strength in her eyes- to see it just once, and be able to press it into my memory and keep it there as a forever reminder of what it means to be a Great Garou. A legend.~ He stops then, looking suddenly uncomfortable in his skin, as if whatever persona he'd adopted to tell the tale, had just made a sudden exit stage left. ~That's that's what we need to do. To remember.~ With a shrinking of posture, but not form, he moves to retake his place near his pack, eyes focused on the ground that stands between him and them.
Song-of-Luna growls quiet answers to New Brother in Mother's Tongue, answering his questions as they come.
Lefty can't help but lift her chin a little higher, pride shining in her eyes as she lays her good hand down on the Gaian galliard's shoulder one last time.
Ears says, with some force, ~/Yeah/.~
Anvilhead huffs.
Ringtone gives a firm nod as Jacob's tale comes to an end.
Runner flattens her ears back for a bit when the story, short though it is, ends on such a note. She too, utters a heavy chuff of agreement.
New Brother bobs the large muzzle in a nod of understanding, still looking forward to Jacob as he concludes the tale.
Riot gives the Cliath a curious glance, alert and attentive.
The tales continue as those after the Talesinger step forward to share their songs and stories. The air is again buzzing with an air of electric rage when Nike the Fury Elder comes forward and takes a look around to all those assembled. "Garou of the Hidden Walk. Tonight we have had moot, we have tasted the marrow of the bones. We have come together for stories... Now, it is time to REVEL!" Nike rushes into her crinos form and gives a mighty growl, "Garou of the Hidden Walk, join me! Let us bring the glory and honor to those who deserve it! Let the galliards tell tomorrow of greatness!"
Lightning gives a little excited jump at the mention of revelling. ~Hell yes!~ he whoops.
Lara races off after Nike.
First-Strike lingers behind, watching the revelers gather. It's obvious she doesn't intend to go with them. The strange looking Walker seems lost in her own thoughts.
Dance-Ender glances down to Riot as she looks at him, offering just a faint nod with residual nerves evident in it. He retakes his homid form, swallowing loudly and licking dry lips. "I need a joint. Let's go hit the barn."
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