Doing a spot of tidying
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shelbyrouIt is currently 17:37 Pacific Time on Tue May 31 2011.
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (5% full).
Burial Mounds
This wide clearing in the midst of short, dark pines is rough with wild grass and bare stone. The air is a bit cooler up here in the foothills than below, and the majestic peaks of the nearby mountains rear up over the eastern treetops. There is a vine-covered boulder standing under the edge of the somber evergreens to the east. The air here is prenaturally still and the grass waves not at all for there is no breeze that blows through the pines. It is silent, no call of bird thrown from the treetops to dance gaily in the open spaces. Occasionally chill fingers run up your spine.
A faint path leading downhill to the west is the only exit from the clearing.
Obvious exits:
Forest
Though it's nearly June the day is cool, and clouds hide the sun's slow slide down the western sky. Shelby moves through the Burial Grounds, bending now and again to pull up a bit of greenery or remove a rock to someplace more auspicious. A couple of low piles of uprooted greens mark where the girl's been, and she tosses her current handful more in the direction of a third rather than worrying about accuracy.
Marcos walks toward the burial grounds from the direction of the Eastern Bawn. It is evident from the distant, glassy look in his eyes that he is lost in thought. He doesnt even seem to be paying attention to where he is going, though when he realizes where he has ended up he gives a small start and looks back over his shoulder, debating as to whether he wants to leave or not.
Shelby spots the Ahroun some way off and straightens to watch him for a few steps. Rather than hail him straight off, she turns instead to gathering her current crop of cleansed weeds, waiting until he's within easier calling distance before giving him a wave. "Afternoon, Marcos," says she, a corner of her mouth twitching. "Exploring, or are you here deliberately?"
Marcos looks around for the source of the voice, clearly so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didnt notice Shelby in the area. He sighs and says, "I guess you could say exploring. I was just walking and thinking and ended up here." He walks over closer to the other Fang, a smile finding his way to his face.
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.
Shelby dusts her hands off before planting them on her hips, and gives an errant piece of vine a nudge with one toe. "Ah. Well, you've found the burial grounds, obviously." The 'obviously' is marked with a nod at the various markers. "Moon's got me all twitchy, and it's near Memorial Day, so I thought I'd put all this energy to good use and do some weeding. What about yourself? What have you been up to?"
The Ahroun lets out a bark of laughter which doesnt quite find his eyes, "This dream realm thing everyone's been falling into is starting to get the better of me. I'm getting a little obsessed." He scowls at nothing in particular and crosses his arms over his chest and lets his eyes rove over the markers. "Seems fitting that this place found me when I think about it."
Both of the girl's eyebrows - no longer perfectly groomed - head up at the news. Her, "Oh?" is plenty curious. "You've had a dream too? I don't suppose you've seen anything like I posted at Edgewood, have you?" Then before he can so much as draw breath she adds, "You've seen the posting at Edgewood, right?"
The male Fang shakes his head, but says nothing else.
"No, you haven't seen the posting, or no, you haven't seen anything like it?" Shelby nudges patiently, folding her arms and looking steadily at the taller boy.
The Ahroun sighs and says, "I haven't seen the posting. Yes I have had a dream. Three of them."
Shelby eyes him sharply for a long moment, the resemblance to Zosia fleeting but unmistakable. When she does speak, her, "Tell me about it," is warmer than what might be expected from the Theurge. "Where have you been? I've been to all four of the... hmm. Realms? Areas? so...." She trails off invitingly.
The Ahroun shrugs and says, "I've been to only three. The lake, mountain and forest."
The Ragabash waits a moment more before prodding, "...And?"
The male sighs again and says, "I dont know. The lake was calm when I went. There is a turtle spirit there. I was there with the Fianna Jacey and a Shadow Lord I had never met prior, named Xander. The Mountain I visited with a Walker named Solsiva. I did not speak with a spirit there, though I glimpsed an Eagle before I awoke. The Forest I was with a Fury and a..." He trails off here, seeming puzzled for a moment, "human. I dont know the human's name and the Fury said she had just gotten to the area. The forest bothered me."
Shelby nods at the mention of the turtle spirit, again at Xander's name. Her eyebrows twitch at Solsiva's name - or perhaps at the naming of the eagle, where they jump. It's the last, however, that snags her attention. "How so?" she asks, leaning slightly forward. "What do you mean, it bothered you?"
The Ahroun grumbles, his voice lowering almost to the point of a growl, "There is a bear spirit there. He said I was not ready for the knowledge he had, or for that particular path. I am not sure. If I end up dreaming again I will return to that place."
"I remember Bear," the girl offers, shaking her head with a small smile. "I don't know that I'd go charging back there, if I were you. At least not until you've thought about what he said and what he's looking for. If you have, of course," a small shrug, "go right ahead. But what did you do on the mountain? Which path did you take?"
The Fang shrugs, "I climbed it. But I awoke before I made it through the clouds."
"Well," laughs Shelby shortly, "you're certainly no Galliard." A brief flash of smile might mitigate any sting from her words. "The last time I was there, I saw... well, I'm not sure what I saw. I told Zosia-rhya about it already, though. But it's...," she pauses for a few seconds, attention turning inward, before blinking back to now. "It's like I saw behind everything, you know? As if whatever we see there is a curtain, and one corner was folded back for a few seconds, right before I woke up."
The Ahroun shrugs, "I dont know about that. There was a blue sky above the storm clouds. That's where the eagle was. The forest was the only one I have found thus far that tried to harm me."
"I think the whole place is dangerous," Shelby says, voice light, "for whatever values of 'danger' you want to use. Though Tristan was there - he's Zosia's husband - so I don't think it would have been too bad. Who was this human you saw? Man? Woman? Kin?"
Shrugging again, Marcos says, "I didn't speak to her but briefly when the forest attempted to kill us."
Again Shelby waits for an expectant moment before prodding, "...And?"
The Ahroun sighs, "I told them to get back to the safety of the path. That's why the bear said I was not ready. He said I needed to learn the difference between when it is good to fight and push on when all seems lost, and when it is best to pull back." His scowl returns and his face darkens considerably, his body becoming tense.
"Sounds like good advice for anyone to learn," the Ragabash replies, her voice light as she watches the other Fang. "I try to listen to whatever the spirits tell me. I'm no Theurge, so whenever I can actually understand them, they're probably saying something important." She adds deprecatingly, "Though Zosia will be the first one to tell you they aren't always to be trusted, I at least always listen."
The Fang bristles at nothing in particular and says, "How am I supposed to in good conscience risk everything, the lives of two people I do not know, being my concern. I do not fear for myself. But how am I supposed to fight a forest with a human and an unknown ally? I thought it more respectable to pull back and save those who were placed under my command in such an alien place to me."
Shelby says, "Easy, cowboy. You don't have to justify yourself to me. I'm just saying what I'd do in your situation. I have some questions for both Turtle and Snake, the next time I see them, but they'll be questions, not demands."
The Ahroun sighs and says, "This is what troubles me. How am I supposed to be comfortable pushing through unlikely odds with people I do not know I can trust?"
Shelby only has a shrug for that. "Can't answer that one, either. Once you've been around for a while, you'll get to know people better. There are people I'd trust and people I don't, and strangers... well, strangers are a whole other story, of course. But you can use other people's reactions as a starting point, sometimes." She casts an eye toward the western horizon (or what can be seen of it) and back toward the burial markers.
The male Fang seems to shake himself and says, "So there is a snake in the desert? What is it he seeks?"
"We weren't there very long," she replies. "It... hmm. I don't think it was looking for anything, really. I was all hopped up, and there was that curtain-thing. But I think Snake was talking about a cycle - you know, things change?" There's a well-clad shrug. "You could ask Zosia, though she was distracted by Tristan, or Tim-rhya. They were both there." A beat later she adds firmly, "I ought to get back to my weeding."
The Ahroun nods and says, "Well I'll let you get back to it then. It was good seeing you again Shelby." He turns and starts heading back in the direction he came from.
"Falcon guide your steps, Marcos," the Ragabash calls after him, adding a wave in case he looks back. Then, tugging at her cuffs as if girding herself for battle, she returns to her self-imposed chore among the markers of the fallen.
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (5% full).
Burial Mounds
This wide clearing in the midst of short, dark pines is rough with wild grass and bare stone. The air is a bit cooler up here in the foothills than below, and the majestic peaks of the nearby mountains rear up over the eastern treetops. There is a vine-covered boulder standing under the edge of the somber evergreens to the east. The air here is prenaturally still and the grass waves not at all for there is no breeze that blows through the pines. It is silent, no call of bird thrown from the treetops to dance gaily in the open spaces. Occasionally chill fingers run up your spine.
A faint path leading downhill to the west is the only exit from the clearing.
Obvious exits:
Forest
Though it's nearly June the day is cool, and clouds hide the sun's slow slide down the western sky. Shelby moves through the Burial Grounds, bending now and again to pull up a bit of greenery or remove a rock to someplace more auspicious. A couple of low piles of uprooted greens mark where the girl's been, and she tosses her current handful more in the direction of a third rather than worrying about accuracy.
Marcos walks toward the burial grounds from the direction of the Eastern Bawn. It is evident from the distant, glassy look in his eyes that he is lost in thought. He doesnt even seem to be paying attention to where he is going, though when he realizes where he has ended up he gives a small start and looks back over his shoulder, debating as to whether he wants to leave or not.
Shelby spots the Ahroun some way off and straightens to watch him for a few steps. Rather than hail him straight off, she turns instead to gathering her current crop of cleansed weeds, waiting until he's within easier calling distance before giving him a wave. "Afternoon, Marcos," says she, a corner of her mouth twitching. "Exploring, or are you here deliberately?"
Marcos looks around for the source of the voice, clearly so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didnt notice Shelby in the area. He sighs and says, "I guess you could say exploring. I was just walking and thinking and ended up here." He walks over closer to the other Fang, a smile finding his way to his face.
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.
Shelby dusts her hands off before planting them on her hips, and gives an errant piece of vine a nudge with one toe. "Ah. Well, you've found the burial grounds, obviously." The 'obviously' is marked with a nod at the various markers. "Moon's got me all twitchy, and it's near Memorial Day, so I thought I'd put all this energy to good use and do some weeding. What about yourself? What have you been up to?"
The Ahroun lets out a bark of laughter which doesnt quite find his eyes, "This dream realm thing everyone's been falling into is starting to get the better of me. I'm getting a little obsessed." He scowls at nothing in particular and crosses his arms over his chest and lets his eyes rove over the markers. "Seems fitting that this place found me when I think about it."
Both of the girl's eyebrows - no longer perfectly groomed - head up at the news. Her, "Oh?" is plenty curious. "You've had a dream too? I don't suppose you've seen anything like I posted at Edgewood, have you?" Then before he can so much as draw breath she adds, "You've seen the posting at Edgewood, right?"
The male Fang shakes his head, but says nothing else.
"No, you haven't seen the posting, or no, you haven't seen anything like it?" Shelby nudges patiently, folding her arms and looking steadily at the taller boy.
The Ahroun sighs and says, "I haven't seen the posting. Yes I have had a dream. Three of them."
Shelby eyes him sharply for a long moment, the resemblance to Zosia fleeting but unmistakable. When she does speak, her, "Tell me about it," is warmer than what might be expected from the Theurge. "Where have you been? I've been to all four of the... hmm. Realms? Areas? so...." She trails off invitingly.
The Ahroun shrugs and says, "I've been to only three. The lake, mountain and forest."
The Ragabash waits a moment more before prodding, "...And?"
The male sighs again and says, "I dont know. The lake was calm when I went. There is a turtle spirit there. I was there with the Fianna Jacey and a Shadow Lord I had never met prior, named Xander. The Mountain I visited with a Walker named Solsiva. I did not speak with a spirit there, though I glimpsed an Eagle before I awoke. The Forest I was with a Fury and a..." He trails off here, seeming puzzled for a moment, "human. I dont know the human's name and the Fury said she had just gotten to the area. The forest bothered me."
Shelby nods at the mention of the turtle spirit, again at Xander's name. Her eyebrows twitch at Solsiva's name - or perhaps at the naming of the eagle, where they jump. It's the last, however, that snags her attention. "How so?" she asks, leaning slightly forward. "What do you mean, it bothered you?"
The Ahroun grumbles, his voice lowering almost to the point of a growl, "There is a bear spirit there. He said I was not ready for the knowledge he had, or for that particular path. I am not sure. If I end up dreaming again I will return to that place."
"I remember Bear," the girl offers, shaking her head with a small smile. "I don't know that I'd go charging back there, if I were you. At least not until you've thought about what he said and what he's looking for. If you have, of course," a small shrug, "go right ahead. But what did you do on the mountain? Which path did you take?"
The Fang shrugs, "I climbed it. But I awoke before I made it through the clouds."
"Well," laughs Shelby shortly, "you're certainly no Galliard." A brief flash of smile might mitigate any sting from her words. "The last time I was there, I saw... well, I'm not sure what I saw. I told Zosia-rhya about it already, though. But it's...," she pauses for a few seconds, attention turning inward, before blinking back to now. "It's like I saw behind everything, you know? As if whatever we see there is a curtain, and one corner was folded back for a few seconds, right before I woke up."
The Ahroun shrugs, "I dont know about that. There was a blue sky above the storm clouds. That's where the eagle was. The forest was the only one I have found thus far that tried to harm me."
"I think the whole place is dangerous," Shelby says, voice light, "for whatever values of 'danger' you want to use. Though Tristan was there - he's Zosia's husband - so I don't think it would have been too bad. Who was this human you saw? Man? Woman? Kin?"
Shrugging again, Marcos says, "I didn't speak to her but briefly when the forest attempted to kill us."
Again Shelby waits for an expectant moment before prodding, "...And?"
The Ahroun sighs, "I told them to get back to the safety of the path. That's why the bear said I was not ready. He said I needed to learn the difference between when it is good to fight and push on when all seems lost, and when it is best to pull back." His scowl returns and his face darkens considerably, his body becoming tense.
"Sounds like good advice for anyone to learn," the Ragabash replies, her voice light as she watches the other Fang. "I try to listen to whatever the spirits tell me. I'm no Theurge, so whenever I can actually understand them, they're probably saying something important." She adds deprecatingly, "Though Zosia will be the first one to tell you they aren't always to be trusted, I at least always listen."
The Fang bristles at nothing in particular and says, "How am I supposed to in good conscience risk everything, the lives of two people I do not know, being my concern. I do not fear for myself. But how am I supposed to fight a forest with a human and an unknown ally? I thought it more respectable to pull back and save those who were placed under my command in such an alien place to me."
Shelby says, "Easy, cowboy. You don't have to justify yourself to me. I'm just saying what I'd do in your situation. I have some questions for both Turtle and Snake, the next time I see them, but they'll be questions, not demands."
The Ahroun sighs and says, "This is what troubles me. How am I supposed to be comfortable pushing through unlikely odds with people I do not know I can trust?"
Shelby only has a shrug for that. "Can't answer that one, either. Once you've been around for a while, you'll get to know people better. There are people I'd trust and people I don't, and strangers... well, strangers are a whole other story, of course. But you can use other people's reactions as a starting point, sometimes." She casts an eye toward the western horizon (or what can be seen of it) and back toward the burial markers.
The male Fang seems to shake himself and says, "So there is a snake in the desert? What is it he seeks?"
"We weren't there very long," she replies. "It... hmm. I don't think it was looking for anything, really. I was all hopped up, and there was that curtain-thing. But I think Snake was talking about a cycle - you know, things change?" There's a well-clad shrug. "You could ask Zosia, though she was distracted by Tristan, or Tim-rhya. They were both there." A beat later she adds firmly, "I ought to get back to my weeding."
The Ahroun nods and says, "Well I'll let you get back to it then. It was good seeing you again Shelby." He turns and starts heading back in the direction he came from.
"Falcon guide your steps, Marcos," the Ragabash calls after him, adding a wave in case he looks back. Then, tugging at her cuffs as if girding herself for battle, she returns to her self-imposed chore among the markers of the fallen.