First impressions
May. 3rd, 2011 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelbyrouIt is currently 17:50 Pacific Time on Tue May 3 2011.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
The Sept Compound
Sitting in the shade of a spruce tree, near a pile of firewood, Marcos leans his back against the trunk of the tree. He tilts his head back and watches the clouds float gently overhead and then closes his eyes, inhaling the fresh air deeply into his lungs, a contented expression on his face.
Ears pricked, a white-furred shape pauses some twenty yards from the edge of the clearing, attention on the stranger. Picking her way carefully toward him, she circles nearly a third of the way around the rim before pausing at the edge of the clearing for another thorough sniff; a moment later, head lowered, she steps into the open with head lowered and ruff lightly bristling. Who? she demands.
Marcos regards the wolf through calm and interested eyes. He rises to his feet and straightens his clothing, straightening his shoulders and drawing himself to his full height. His build the way with which he holds himself speaks of his fine heritage. He offers a small bow to the wolf and says, "I am Howls-the-Dawn. Claith Ahroun of the Silver Fangs, formerly of the Falcon's Eyrie Sept in New York."
For all his heritage, hers is just that tiny bit greater, just that infinitesimal mite More - and yet, she considers him with alert interest. Falcon's Gambit Accepted, cliath Ragabash of Falcon's cubs, Guardian. She shifts easily through the forms to homid and continues, "Shelby Zaleski-Leveque, great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Galliard Winter's Snow on Summer's Branches; great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Philodox Silve Sword with Two Blades; and great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Galliard Falcon's Cry Turns Tears to Blood." A pause, and she continues casually, "Zosia-rhya mentioned you were in town."
Marcos chuckles and runs a hand somewhat self conciously through his hair and says, "Yeah, I am not sure Zosia was too impressed with me. But it is very nice to meet you." He offers her a small smile.
Standing at 6' exactly, Marcos still looks the part of a seventeen year old teen. His blonde hair is cut short and styled neatly atop his head, the front spiked up slightly. His complexion is clear though his face is somewhat plain looking. His eyes are a light blue and sparkle with the innocence of his youth tempered by a calm self assurance. His skin complexion is tanned lightly from extensive time in the out of doors. His clothing is after the style of the average teen. He wears a white T-shirt with a large picture of Bob Marley and the caption of "One Love" displayed on the front in rainbow colored lettering and an olive green canvas jacket over that. His jeans are of a good quality though somewhat road-worn and his feet are covered by a pair of black Harley Davidson boots that are lightly scuffed and worn from the weather.
"Zosia-rhya isn't very impressed with anyone just off the bat," Shelby admits with a tiny little moue. "What did you say your homid name was? Howls-the-Dawn isn't exactly something you can mention on an untapped phone line." Another breath and she adds, as if just thinking about it, "And they told you about the bawn, right? No electronics, not even if they're shut off?"
Marcos shakes his head, "Marcos is my name, Marcos Koslov." He shakes his head and says, "No, I was not informed of that. Fortunatly enough I dont have a cell phone at the moment. I have been limited to catching the odd pay phone when I've needed to make a call." He chuckles again at his self realization at how primitive he just made himself sound.
"Koslov," Shelby repeats, as if consigning it to memory. "All right. Do you prefer Marcos, or Marc, or what? It's just Shelby, with me - no nickname. I understand about the no cellphone thing," she adds, with another moue. "Sunlit Waters was like that too. Of course, it's a Lion sept." She shrugs lightly before heading over to the fire pit. "How long have you been in town again? Less than a week, right?"
Marcos shakes his head and watches Shelby's progress, "I have been here around a week, maybe a few days over. But for all the good I have managed to do, I may as well have been here for only a few days." He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in a bored fashion, "I have been attempting to fulfill my chiminage, but other than that I havent really seen any action except for a surprising little adventure into the Umbra with a Glasswalker and a lost cub."
Shelby settles onto one of the upturned logs after giving the top a quick brushing. "It's a big place - geographically, I mean. It can be hard to run into people. What chiminage did Zosia give you? --It was Zosia, wasn't it? Not the Sept Alpha?"
Marcos nods his head and says, "Yes, it was Zosia. I have not met the Sept Alpha. I am supposed to be teaching a few Rites to some of the other tribe members in the Sept."
"I don't know him very well either. I've really only seen him at Moots." The Ragabash thinks about that for another second, shakes her head and shrugs ever so slightly. "Well, that lost cub - I wonder if it was the same one from Edgewood? - anyway, she's no use for this, of course. Which Walker was it?"
Nodding his head along with Shelby's words, Marcos moves around and sits on a log across from her. "She is the same cub, we were in Edgewood when we stepped sideways. Solsiva is the name of the Walker."
Shelby turns as he moves so she continues to face him, eyebrows lifting expressively at the other girl's name. "Solsiva. I know her. Did she take the cub across deliberately, or was it an accident? --I suppose," she adds semi-apologetically, "you don't know. I shouldn't be grilling you like this."
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, "I believe she was attempting to instruct the cub in some fashion. It was her first time to cross over."
Shelby ahs, nodding dawning understanding. "I wonder if that means the Glass Walkers have decided to claim her? Rhetorical question," she adds, with a wrinkle of her nose and quick smile. "I don't know if Zosia suggested any names or tribes for your chiminage...?"
Marcos shakes his head and says, "I am currently attempting to teach one rite to Solsiva actually. And a Wendigo by the name of Jacinta also expressed interest to me in learning a Rite from me."
The Ragabash says 'ah' lightly again, though the Wendigo's name draws her eyebrows down. "That name's vaguely familiar... oh! Is she the one who got stuck in the Umbra?"
Marcos shrugs again, "I know little of her. She seemed well enough to me. I have not been around long enough to have learned much of anyone."
"Depends on how good you are at listening," Shelby teases, nose wrinkling again. "And how good they are at talking," she adds, conciliatory. "So that's it? You just have to teach two Rites? That's easy enough." Her tone turns wistful. "Zosia said definitely out-of-tribe though, right?"
Marcos smiles in reply to Shelby's teasing and says, "Yes, definately out of tribe. That was one of the details.
She moues again, another here-and-gone pout. "Too bad. Well, I should give you my number. You can leave a note for me at Edgewood, too - I try to stop in there at least every couple of days, if not every day. There's nothing like a hot shower, right?"
Marcos grins and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen and piece of paper. He hands it across to Shelby and then says, "I have found some pretty good company there so far. A Fenrir, Wendigo, Glass Walker and a kin, that one Lost Cub and even a little girl who is Fianna."
The brunette makes short work of jotting down a ten digit string of numbers with an area code of Not Around Here before handing it all back. "I don't know who the Get or kin might be, but let me guess the others: Jacinta, Solsiva, Jacey. I haven't met the cub yet, so I don't know her name."
Marcos grins and sticks the pen and paper into his pocket. "I believe the Fenrir was Jacob or some such. All of your other guesses were correct."
"Jacob?" Shelby echoes as she stands, absently brushing off her pants. "The only Jacob I know of is a Child of Gaia." A shrug, though - no matter - and she turns another bright smile on the ahroun. "If you're interested in teaching Rites -not- for Chiminage, let me know. Maybe we could do a trade. I'd offer to take you on a tour of town, too, but...." She trails off, gesturing to the woods and sinking back into lupus a moment later.
Marcos smiles and nods, "We will have to discuss such things at a later date." He winks and then adds, "I intend on trying to stick around here if possible. We should have plenty of time Gaia willing. Though I believe if I dont find some battle soon I may go crazy."
Falcon's Gambit gives herself a shake before lifting one paw. Moon is small, she notes with an amused twist of one ear. My moon. Not yours. And with that she's off, leaping like a startled rabbit into the underbrush and a barely-seen and overgrown path.
Currently the moon is in the waxing New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
The Sept Compound
Sitting in the shade of a spruce tree, near a pile of firewood, Marcos leans his back against the trunk of the tree. He tilts his head back and watches the clouds float gently overhead and then closes his eyes, inhaling the fresh air deeply into his lungs, a contented expression on his face.
Ears pricked, a white-furred shape pauses some twenty yards from the edge of the clearing, attention on the stranger. Picking her way carefully toward him, she circles nearly a third of the way around the rim before pausing at the edge of the clearing for another thorough sniff; a moment later, head lowered, she steps into the open with head lowered and ruff lightly bristling. Who? she demands.
Marcos regards the wolf through calm and interested eyes. He rises to his feet and straightens his clothing, straightening his shoulders and drawing himself to his full height. His build the way with which he holds himself speaks of his fine heritage. He offers a small bow to the wolf and says, "I am Howls-the-Dawn. Claith Ahroun of the Silver Fangs, formerly of the Falcon's Eyrie Sept in New York."
For all his heritage, hers is just that tiny bit greater, just that infinitesimal mite More - and yet, she considers him with alert interest. Falcon's Gambit Accepted, cliath Ragabash of Falcon's cubs, Guardian. She shifts easily through the forms to homid and continues, "Shelby Zaleski-Leveque, great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Galliard Winter's Snow on Summer's Branches; great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Philodox Silve Sword with Two Blades; and great-great-granddaughter of the Adren Galliard Falcon's Cry Turns Tears to Blood." A pause, and she continues casually, "Zosia-rhya mentioned you were in town."
Marcos chuckles and runs a hand somewhat self conciously through his hair and says, "Yeah, I am not sure Zosia was too impressed with me. But it is very nice to meet you." He offers her a small smile.
Standing at 6' exactly, Marcos still looks the part of a seventeen year old teen. His blonde hair is cut short and styled neatly atop his head, the front spiked up slightly. His complexion is clear though his face is somewhat plain looking. His eyes are a light blue and sparkle with the innocence of his youth tempered by a calm self assurance. His skin complexion is tanned lightly from extensive time in the out of doors. His clothing is after the style of the average teen. He wears a white T-shirt with a large picture of Bob Marley and the caption of "One Love" displayed on the front in rainbow colored lettering and an olive green canvas jacket over that. His jeans are of a good quality though somewhat road-worn and his feet are covered by a pair of black Harley Davidson boots that are lightly scuffed and worn from the weather.
"Zosia-rhya isn't very impressed with anyone just off the bat," Shelby admits with a tiny little moue. "What did you say your homid name was? Howls-the-Dawn isn't exactly something you can mention on an untapped phone line." Another breath and she adds, as if just thinking about it, "And they told you about the bawn, right? No electronics, not even if they're shut off?"
Marcos shakes his head, "Marcos is my name, Marcos Koslov." He shakes his head and says, "No, I was not informed of that. Fortunatly enough I dont have a cell phone at the moment. I have been limited to catching the odd pay phone when I've needed to make a call." He chuckles again at his self realization at how primitive he just made himself sound.
"Koslov," Shelby repeats, as if consigning it to memory. "All right. Do you prefer Marcos, or Marc, or what? It's just Shelby, with me - no nickname. I understand about the no cellphone thing," she adds, with another moue. "Sunlit Waters was like that too. Of course, it's a Lion sept." She shrugs lightly before heading over to the fire pit. "How long have you been in town again? Less than a week, right?"
Marcos shakes his head and watches Shelby's progress, "I have been here around a week, maybe a few days over. But for all the good I have managed to do, I may as well have been here for only a few days." He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in a bored fashion, "I have been attempting to fulfill my chiminage, but other than that I havent really seen any action except for a surprising little adventure into the Umbra with a Glasswalker and a lost cub."
Shelby settles onto one of the upturned logs after giving the top a quick brushing. "It's a big place - geographically, I mean. It can be hard to run into people. What chiminage did Zosia give you? --It was Zosia, wasn't it? Not the Sept Alpha?"
Marcos nods his head and says, "Yes, it was Zosia. I have not met the Sept Alpha. I am supposed to be teaching a few Rites to some of the other tribe members in the Sept."
"I don't know him very well either. I've really only seen him at Moots." The Ragabash thinks about that for another second, shakes her head and shrugs ever so slightly. "Well, that lost cub - I wonder if it was the same one from Edgewood? - anyway, she's no use for this, of course. Which Walker was it?"
Nodding his head along with Shelby's words, Marcos moves around and sits on a log across from her. "She is the same cub, we were in Edgewood when we stepped sideways. Solsiva is the name of the Walker."
Shelby turns as he moves so she continues to face him, eyebrows lifting expressively at the other girl's name. "Solsiva. I know her. Did she take the cub across deliberately, or was it an accident? --I suppose," she adds semi-apologetically, "you don't know. I shouldn't be grilling you like this."
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, "I believe she was attempting to instruct the cub in some fashion. It was her first time to cross over."
Shelby ahs, nodding dawning understanding. "I wonder if that means the Glass Walkers have decided to claim her? Rhetorical question," she adds, with a wrinkle of her nose and quick smile. "I don't know if Zosia suggested any names or tribes for your chiminage...?"
Marcos shakes his head and says, "I am currently attempting to teach one rite to Solsiva actually. And a Wendigo by the name of Jacinta also expressed interest to me in learning a Rite from me."
The Ragabash says 'ah' lightly again, though the Wendigo's name draws her eyebrows down. "That name's vaguely familiar... oh! Is she the one who got stuck in the Umbra?"
Marcos shrugs again, "I know little of her. She seemed well enough to me. I have not been around long enough to have learned much of anyone."
"Depends on how good you are at listening," Shelby teases, nose wrinkling again. "And how good they are at talking," she adds, conciliatory. "So that's it? You just have to teach two Rites? That's easy enough." Her tone turns wistful. "Zosia said definitely out-of-tribe though, right?"
Marcos smiles in reply to Shelby's teasing and says, "Yes, definately out of tribe. That was one of the details.
She moues again, another here-and-gone pout. "Too bad. Well, I should give you my number. You can leave a note for me at Edgewood, too - I try to stop in there at least every couple of days, if not every day. There's nothing like a hot shower, right?"
Marcos grins and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen and piece of paper. He hands it across to Shelby and then says, "I have found some pretty good company there so far. A Fenrir, Wendigo, Glass Walker and a kin, that one Lost Cub and even a little girl who is Fianna."
The brunette makes short work of jotting down a ten digit string of numbers with an area code of Not Around Here before handing it all back. "I don't know who the Get or kin might be, but let me guess the others: Jacinta, Solsiva, Jacey. I haven't met the cub yet, so I don't know her name."
Marcos grins and sticks the pen and paper into his pocket. "I believe the Fenrir was Jacob or some such. All of your other guesses were correct."
"Jacob?" Shelby echoes as she stands, absently brushing off her pants. "The only Jacob I know of is a Child of Gaia." A shrug, though - no matter - and she turns another bright smile on the ahroun. "If you're interested in teaching Rites -not- for Chiminage, let me know. Maybe we could do a trade. I'd offer to take you on a tour of town, too, but...." She trails off, gesturing to the woods and sinking back into lupus a moment later.
Marcos smiles and nods, "We will have to discuss such things at a later date." He winks and then adds, "I intend on trying to stick around here if possible. We should have plenty of time Gaia willing. Though I believe if I dont find some battle soon I may go crazy."
Falcon's Gambit gives herself a shake before lifting one paw. Moon is small, she notes with an amused twist of one ear. My moon. Not yours. And with that she's off, leaping like a startled rabbit into the underbrush and a barely-seen and overgrown path.