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shelbyrouIt is currently 16:00 Pacific Time on Sun Jun 19 2011.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (76% full).
Bawn: Foothills of the Mountains
The hills that rise here are roughened by the frequent rains, and rocky places show through the grasses and shrubs that grown in the clearings. Trees grow as often from shallow soil on rocky hillocks as from real loam. Occassional boulders show through like the bones of ancient creatures, covered with spreading patches of moss and lichen. The land is rough, and the weight of the ancient hills gives the place a chilling quality. The stones seem to resent intrusion.
No visible delimiter marks the eastern edge of the Bawn, only scent-marks and occasional scratches on trees. To the west, the hills become softer and the covering forest thicker, while to the east, the rocky slopes of the foothills become mountainous in truth, and the tree cover thins. I-90 to the north and the railroad to the south provide the remaining edges to this region.
Obvious exits:
Two Eagles Bluff Silent Valley South North East Thunder Cave West
Marcos is lingering here, looking east toward the mountains. He is standing upright, almost rigid as he peers toward them in silence. He sighs after a while and looks upward at the overcast sky.
You are so loud you scare the birds, Falcon's Gambit announces as she appears from behind a boulder, tail waving languidly once in greeting.
Glancing at the other Fang, Marcos smirks and says, "If I were intending to be quiet I would be. How do you fair this evening?"
You are so loud I could run for a day and still not find prey, the wolf teases with another tail-wave. Balancing on three legs she delicately scratches one ear before shifting - not to her birth form, but Glabro. "Pretty good. I got this end of the bawn today. Which sucks - there was a concert or something I wanted to go to, but instead I'm stuck out here." She shrugs philosophically despite it.
Marcos grins and says, "Whatever. And that does suck. I ran into August the other night and thought about asking about joining the guardians, but I fear I would miss out on happenings in the city if I did. Solsiva, Jacey and I tracked down a vampire the other night."
Shelby says, "As August said to me, 'Suck up and deal' - only not in so many words, of course." Another shrug and she glances toward a skittering before refocusing on the other Fang. "I'm making a sacrifice to be here and keep the Caern safe. If I could just go get a skinny vente latte whenever I wanted, it wouldn't be a sacrifice."
Marcos nods and says, "I'll start bringing you one out every so often. So long as it can make the trip out on my motorcycle." He winks and says, "The Fianna would have died had I not been there." He runs a hand along his side remembering his previous wound, "I am lucky all of their rounds were not made of silver or I would have died as well. I took two normal bullets right in the chest."
The Ragabash starts, "You're a lifesaver," before narrowing her eyes and cocking her head. "Wait - you're roaming about with Jacey now? I thought you'd be staying away from her until her public contrition." Even -that-, though, falls beneath the abrupt straightening, as if she's about to launch herself. "...All of their bullets? You mean some of them were?"
Marcos nods, "One blew through my side. Thankfully it was in and out. Jacey got hit with one in the back. I had to dig it out of her. And as for her being with me, we aren't running around together. She went with me to the farm. And Sol called her to ask her to come in when we were tracking the vampire. She seems to have turned around in regard to her feelings about me."
"That," Shelby says firmly, "is not good. Why on Earth would vampires be carrying silver bullets, anyway? The metal's far too soft to really be used for anything, so they had to have known that A>, there are Garou in town and B> they were going to be facing them for there to be any reason for the things to even have them." The rest of the Ahroun's words get him pressed lips and a shake of her head. "That sounds like hanging out with to me. Which if you're going to do, fine. Personally, I'd stay away from whomever until they apologized, but it's your reputation."
And into this discussion comes a silver-white wolf, moving along with the steady pace that most of the Guardians seem to adopt on patrol. It appears that the theurge has picked up on the presence of the other two, as she angles directly toward her tribemate, shifting up the last few steps. She doesn't say anything at first, catching the tail-end of Shelby's part of the conversation.
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, "I am supposed to be giving a model of how a leader acts. Had I been caught up in petty squabbles or so caught up in my image, it is likely that Jacey could have died and then we would have been one warrior less at the Sept." None of this is said in a fashion that gives any indication he is pumping up his own ego. "And Sol said she had ran into one such vampire before. So I suppose they did know that Garou were alert to their presence."
"Someone was being sloppy," Shelby declares, folding her arms and looking deliberately aside. Toward the other Fang, coincidentally; Shelby lifts an arm to welcome the Theurge. "Still," she asides to Marcos, "someone disses you, to the Alpha, that news gets spread all over the Sept and the next thing you're seen fighting by their side? Not just once, but lots of times? Someone might read that as you don't care about your honor. --You should tell Zosia what you just told me, about the vampires."
"It can be difficult finding a balance between honor and leadership. It would be better if the public announcement of hers were done prior to being seen with her again but on the other hand, being too caught up in honor can leader to problems as well. A balance is preferrable." That said, Zosia's eyes move from Shelby to Marcus, narrowing. "Vampires?"
Nodding, Marcos says, "I helped Solsiva track down a vampire in the city the other night. They had silver bullets so they must have been expecting trouble."
"Of course, it doesn't help that her public announcement is delayed," Shelby adds with a what-can-you-do shrug. "I figured you and the Warder ought to know about the vampires. They might be in the city now, but they could get stupid - or cocky - and come this far out."
Zosia sighs a bit, looking skyward as her hands flex. "You'd think that vampires would learn that their kind don't last in this city for a reason."
Marcos nods his head, "I took a silver bullet in the side, Jacey in the back. I dug her's out of her while mine was an in and out wound. I killed three ghouls by my own hands, Solsiva killed one ghoul with her gun and the vampire though it was a very close call on the latter."
"That ought to give Jacey more material for her story of Marcos, come Moot," Shelby says with faint satisfaction. "Congratulations on killing the ghouls."
"Well, I would think that many vampires know that there are Garou in this city. I think that's one of the reasons we are not as infested as other places tend to be. It is strange that they were actively carrying silver ammunition." Zosia's hands rest on her waist, her fingers drumming once more. "Were they forewarned? Do they regularly carry that sort of ammunition? That seems rather strange."
Marcos shrugs, "I don't see how they could have known we were coming. I know Sol had met and killed another such vampire previously. I'm sure that tipped them off. Not all of their ammunition was silver though. I took two regular rounds in the chest. Had those been silver I would not be standing here."
"They fact that they knew there are Garou in the city in the first place means someone was sloppy," Shelby says again, shrugging. "Don't know if it was Solsiva, or her pack, or the Gnawers and Walkers as a whole, or somebody in the past." Arms still folded, she takes a few steps sidelong and down, ceding Zosia the higher ground. "No matter how it happened, there's a problem. I can only assume the Glass Walker Elder's aware - if not before it all happened, then by now."
"Oh?" Zosia asks of Shelby suddenly, frowning at the Ragabash. "We know that there are other creatures in cities. Vampires. Mages. Other things like Ratkin or Corax and so on. Is that sloppiness? Vampires coming in have, repeatedly, known that there is a strong Garou presence in St. Claire. There was a problem years back with a vampire who sent in a ghoul to infiltrate the Sept as a kinfolk, to find something out. Their ignorance was amazing but they knew there were Garou."
Marcos remains silent as Zosia speaks, glancing around at the surrounding scenery rather than look toward Zosia and Shelby.
"Somebody was sloppy," Shelby reiterates, before she too glances away at this nice tree over there. "Anyway, I'm no Philodox, to judge." Another moment passes and she's struck by a thought, looking back at the others. "Oh! I was going to tell you, Zosia-rhya: I've had another one of those dreams."
"Yes, someone many many thousands of years ago was sloppy, Jesus Christ, Shelby, get some fucking perspective." There's no heat in Zosia's voice as she switches that intense gaze to Marcos. "And you need to question why more often about things. Why did they have the ammo? They know we're here but why did they have it on them right then? They just carry silver ammunition regularly?" She shakes her head. The mention of dreams causes Zosia's head to swing around, back toward the Ragabash. "And?"
Marcos doesn't reply to Zosia's statements, only giving a nod to indicate that he even heard them. He looks around as the discussion shifts to the dreams and waits for Shelby to begin speaking.
"And you should," Shelby begins before quite obviously stopping herself and looking away from both of them. Again. It's some moments before she tells that nice tree, "I was back in that classroom. The teacher had somebody stand up and recite, but I couldn't understand anything he said. It's like I almost could, but nothing made sense. I mean... 'Ria'? Who talks about a girl named Ria in biology class?"
Zosia's eyes are sharp on Shelby one more time, taking a moment to study the young woman before answering her. ""Ria? Like 'rhya'?" The difference is almost in audible, the theurge slowing down pronunciation of the latter to make her point.
Marcos stands quietly and listens as the two females speak of the dreams. He does not comment on either side's statements.
Shelby shakes her head after a moment, though she continues to address the tree. "Mmmn - no. I don't think so. It was just a word, not really attached to anything. And it meant something. It's like I almost knew what he was talking about. There were other words, too." Her eyes squinch closed as she tries to remember. "El-something. Elsick."
Marcos still says nothing.
"Elsick," the ragabash repeats like she's being graded. "Ria. There was more, too. Um." After another few moments and another headshake she opens her eyes and locates the others again. "That's all I remember, sorry. There's more, but it's on the tip of my tongue."
Zosia exhales in frustration, shaking her head. "Doesn't make a damn bit of sense, unfortunately. Xander had the same dreams as myself and Norman which makes sense--we're theurges. Likely a message from Chimera. Don't understand yours though."
Marcos looks from the Ragabash to the Theurge, "And these are a different set of dreams, obviously, than the dreams with the crossroads everyone seems to be having?"
"They seem to be," Shelby shrugs, lips twisting in either resignation or irritability. Maybe both. "My dream involves biology class. Zosia's dream - and Norman's, and now Xander's - involve two sisters, a man, and an elevator." Looking back to Zosia, "Has anything new happened in yours?"
"One of them involve an elevator," Zosia corrects, staring into space and tugging at her lower lip. "Two different dreams for us. And they don't seem to have anything at all to do with the crossroads, no."
Marcos nods and says, "Interesting."
Shelby ohs? "I misunderstood, then. I thought you'd only had the one setting, like all of mine happen in that biology class." A beat. "I wonder who else has had dreams. It would be interesting to see if you're right, if the dream is auspice-based."
"Not usually," Zosia says in a low voice. "Usually only theurges get dreams, even here. But there are exceptions, obviously." She shakes her head. "Not enough. Not enough yet."
Marcos crosses his arms and drums his fingers on his elbows, looking around.
Shelby glances sharply toward the Ahroun but addresses Zosia again. "I only had this one last night. Maybe it will repeat again tonight - some of the others did. I'll sleep in the Caern to see if that helps."
"I did that last night," Zosia says absently. Dismissing that with a shake of her head, she turns back to give the pair of Silver Fangs a sharp look. "Are you both participating in the Great Hunt?"
Marcos looks back to the Elder Fang and nods his head, "Of course."
Shelby echoes the Ahroun, tone mild.
Zosia waits for a moment, perhaps expecting more. When she doesn't get more than that, she just grunts and runs her hands through her hair. "Either the dreams will turn into something that makes sense or they will not. And we need this Hunt to go well."
Marcos looks to Zosia with a furrowed brow, "Is there reason to believe that it would not?"
"Or Chimera - assuming that's who's sent the dreams - thinks we already have all the information we need," Shelby points out. "I just hope this isn't time-critical." She slants Marcos a sidelong look. "You mean, besides the whole 'when every Sept fails its Great Hunt, the Apocalypse starts' thing?"
"The Great Hunt has failed here in the past." Zosia says that sharply. "There is always the chance that a ritual will fail and I've seen a bit too much of Phoenix in the past year and a half for comfort's sake."
Marcos ignores Shelby and nods to Zosia, "I was not aware the Hunt had failed here in the past."
Shelby likewise glosses over the prior Hunt knowledge to ask of Zosia, "I wonder if having all the various bits of dreams in one place would help? Would you mind writing down what you remember?" Her brows furrow then, and she mutters under her breath, "Ret. Retting? Ret-something."
"I don't like writing things down," Zosia says, shaking her head. "Ever."
Marcos looks from one to the other and shrugs to himself, looking back around at the surrounding scenery.
"Retwa?" Shelby inquires of a passing cloud. Perhaps it has an answer for her, for she shakes her head and looks back at the others. "Something like that, but not quite it. Anyway, I was just going to take them to the Caern to read tonight. But maybe I'll run into either Norman or Xander on the way."
"I don't write things down. And it is a habit you should never get into. Remember Roscoe?" Zosia stretches her arms over her head. "I've patrol to finish. You two do what you will. Be cautious in the city," she adds to Marcos.
Marcos nods his head and says, "Gaia watch Zosia-rhya."
Shelby says, "He was metis," as though that explains quite a lot of things. Most of them bad. She shrugs, however, and falls into step beside the Theurge. "I'd appreciate you jogging my memory about your dreams. You mind if I come with you, at least for a little bit?" "--Falcon watch, Marcos."
Zosia smiles at Marcos, nodding slightly, before giving Shelby a sidelong look. "Would you? I suppose it will be all right." The pair soon disappears from sight.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (76% full).
Bawn: Foothills of the Mountains
The hills that rise here are roughened by the frequent rains, and rocky places show through the grasses and shrubs that grown in the clearings. Trees grow as often from shallow soil on rocky hillocks as from real loam. Occassional boulders show through like the bones of ancient creatures, covered with spreading patches of moss and lichen. The land is rough, and the weight of the ancient hills gives the place a chilling quality. The stones seem to resent intrusion.
No visible delimiter marks the eastern edge of the Bawn, only scent-marks and occasional scratches on trees. To the west, the hills become softer and the covering forest thicker, while to the east, the rocky slopes of the foothills become mountainous in truth, and the tree cover thins. I-90 to the north and the railroad to the south provide the remaining edges to this region.
Obvious exits:
Two Eagles Bluff Silent Valley South North East Thunder Cave West
Marcos is lingering here, looking east toward the mountains. He is standing upright, almost rigid as he peers toward them in silence. He sighs after a while and looks upward at the overcast sky.
You are so loud you scare the birds, Falcon's Gambit announces as she appears from behind a boulder, tail waving languidly once in greeting.
Glancing at the other Fang, Marcos smirks and says, "If I were intending to be quiet I would be. How do you fair this evening?"
You are so loud I could run for a day and still not find prey, the wolf teases with another tail-wave. Balancing on three legs she delicately scratches one ear before shifting - not to her birth form, but Glabro. "Pretty good. I got this end of the bawn today. Which sucks - there was a concert or something I wanted to go to, but instead I'm stuck out here." She shrugs philosophically despite it.
Marcos grins and says, "Whatever. And that does suck. I ran into August the other night and thought about asking about joining the guardians, but I fear I would miss out on happenings in the city if I did. Solsiva, Jacey and I tracked down a vampire the other night."
Shelby says, "As August said to me, 'Suck up and deal' - only not in so many words, of course." Another shrug and she glances toward a skittering before refocusing on the other Fang. "I'm making a sacrifice to be here and keep the Caern safe. If I could just go get a skinny vente latte whenever I wanted, it wouldn't be a sacrifice."
Marcos nods and says, "I'll start bringing you one out every so often. So long as it can make the trip out on my motorcycle." He winks and says, "The Fianna would have died had I not been there." He runs a hand along his side remembering his previous wound, "I am lucky all of their rounds were not made of silver or I would have died as well. I took two normal bullets right in the chest."
The Ragabash starts, "You're a lifesaver," before narrowing her eyes and cocking her head. "Wait - you're roaming about with Jacey now? I thought you'd be staying away from her until her public contrition." Even -that-, though, falls beneath the abrupt straightening, as if she's about to launch herself. "...All of their bullets? You mean some of them were?"
Marcos nods, "One blew through my side. Thankfully it was in and out. Jacey got hit with one in the back. I had to dig it out of her. And as for her being with me, we aren't running around together. She went with me to the farm. And Sol called her to ask her to come in when we were tracking the vampire. She seems to have turned around in regard to her feelings about me."
"That," Shelby says firmly, "is not good. Why on Earth would vampires be carrying silver bullets, anyway? The metal's far too soft to really be used for anything, so they had to have known that A>, there are Garou in town and B> they were going to be facing them for there to be any reason for the things to even have them." The rest of the Ahroun's words get him pressed lips and a shake of her head. "That sounds like hanging out with to me. Which if you're going to do, fine. Personally, I'd stay away from whomever until they apologized, but it's your reputation."
And into this discussion comes a silver-white wolf, moving along with the steady pace that most of the Guardians seem to adopt on patrol. It appears that the theurge has picked up on the presence of the other two, as she angles directly toward her tribemate, shifting up the last few steps. She doesn't say anything at first, catching the tail-end of Shelby's part of the conversation.
Marcos shrugs his shoulders, "I am supposed to be giving a model of how a leader acts. Had I been caught up in petty squabbles or so caught up in my image, it is likely that Jacey could have died and then we would have been one warrior less at the Sept." None of this is said in a fashion that gives any indication he is pumping up his own ego. "And Sol said she had ran into one such vampire before. So I suppose they did know that Garou were alert to their presence."
"Someone was being sloppy," Shelby declares, folding her arms and looking deliberately aside. Toward the other Fang, coincidentally; Shelby lifts an arm to welcome the Theurge. "Still," she asides to Marcos, "someone disses you, to the Alpha, that news gets spread all over the Sept and the next thing you're seen fighting by their side? Not just once, but lots of times? Someone might read that as you don't care about your honor. --You should tell Zosia what you just told me, about the vampires."
"It can be difficult finding a balance between honor and leadership. It would be better if the public announcement of hers were done prior to being seen with her again but on the other hand, being too caught up in honor can leader to problems as well. A balance is preferrable." That said, Zosia's eyes move from Shelby to Marcus, narrowing. "Vampires?"
Nodding, Marcos says, "I helped Solsiva track down a vampire in the city the other night. They had silver bullets so they must have been expecting trouble."
"Of course, it doesn't help that her public announcement is delayed," Shelby adds with a what-can-you-do shrug. "I figured you and the Warder ought to know about the vampires. They might be in the city now, but they could get stupid - or cocky - and come this far out."
Zosia sighs a bit, looking skyward as her hands flex. "You'd think that vampires would learn that their kind don't last in this city for a reason."
Marcos nods his head, "I took a silver bullet in the side, Jacey in the back. I dug her's out of her while mine was an in and out wound. I killed three ghouls by my own hands, Solsiva killed one ghoul with her gun and the vampire though it was a very close call on the latter."
"That ought to give Jacey more material for her story of Marcos, come Moot," Shelby says with faint satisfaction. "Congratulations on killing the ghouls."
"Well, I would think that many vampires know that there are Garou in this city. I think that's one of the reasons we are not as infested as other places tend to be. It is strange that they were actively carrying silver ammunition." Zosia's hands rest on her waist, her fingers drumming once more. "Were they forewarned? Do they regularly carry that sort of ammunition? That seems rather strange."
Marcos shrugs, "I don't see how they could have known we were coming. I know Sol had met and killed another such vampire previously. I'm sure that tipped them off. Not all of their ammunition was silver though. I took two regular rounds in the chest. Had those been silver I would not be standing here."
"They fact that they knew there are Garou in the city in the first place means someone was sloppy," Shelby says again, shrugging. "Don't know if it was Solsiva, or her pack, or the Gnawers and Walkers as a whole, or somebody in the past." Arms still folded, she takes a few steps sidelong and down, ceding Zosia the higher ground. "No matter how it happened, there's a problem. I can only assume the Glass Walker Elder's aware - if not before it all happened, then by now."
"Oh?" Zosia asks of Shelby suddenly, frowning at the Ragabash. "We know that there are other creatures in cities. Vampires. Mages. Other things like Ratkin or Corax and so on. Is that sloppiness? Vampires coming in have, repeatedly, known that there is a strong Garou presence in St. Claire. There was a problem years back with a vampire who sent in a ghoul to infiltrate the Sept as a kinfolk, to find something out. Their ignorance was amazing but they knew there were Garou."
Marcos remains silent as Zosia speaks, glancing around at the surrounding scenery rather than look toward Zosia and Shelby.
"Somebody was sloppy," Shelby reiterates, before she too glances away at this nice tree over there. "Anyway, I'm no Philodox, to judge." Another moment passes and she's struck by a thought, looking back at the others. "Oh! I was going to tell you, Zosia-rhya: I've had another one of those dreams."
"Yes, someone many many thousands of years ago was sloppy, Jesus Christ, Shelby, get some fucking perspective." There's no heat in Zosia's voice as she switches that intense gaze to Marcos. "And you need to question why more often about things. Why did they have the ammo? They know we're here but why did they have it on them right then? They just carry silver ammunition regularly?" She shakes her head. The mention of dreams causes Zosia's head to swing around, back toward the Ragabash. "And?"
Marcos doesn't reply to Zosia's statements, only giving a nod to indicate that he even heard them. He looks around as the discussion shifts to the dreams and waits for Shelby to begin speaking.
"And you should," Shelby begins before quite obviously stopping herself and looking away from both of them. Again. It's some moments before she tells that nice tree, "I was back in that classroom. The teacher had somebody stand up and recite, but I couldn't understand anything he said. It's like I almost could, but nothing made sense. I mean... 'Ria'? Who talks about a girl named Ria in biology class?"
Zosia's eyes are sharp on Shelby one more time, taking a moment to study the young woman before answering her. ""Ria? Like 'rhya'?" The difference is almost in audible, the theurge slowing down pronunciation of the latter to make her point.
Marcos stands quietly and listens as the two females speak of the dreams. He does not comment on either side's statements.
Shelby shakes her head after a moment, though she continues to address the tree. "Mmmn - no. I don't think so. It was just a word, not really attached to anything. And it meant something. It's like I almost knew what he was talking about. There were other words, too." Her eyes squinch closed as she tries to remember. "El-something. Elsick."
Marcos still says nothing.
"Elsick," the ragabash repeats like she's being graded. "Ria. There was more, too. Um." After another few moments and another headshake she opens her eyes and locates the others again. "That's all I remember, sorry. There's more, but it's on the tip of my tongue."
Zosia exhales in frustration, shaking her head. "Doesn't make a damn bit of sense, unfortunately. Xander had the same dreams as myself and Norman which makes sense--we're theurges. Likely a message from Chimera. Don't understand yours though."
Marcos looks from the Ragabash to the Theurge, "And these are a different set of dreams, obviously, than the dreams with the crossroads everyone seems to be having?"
"They seem to be," Shelby shrugs, lips twisting in either resignation or irritability. Maybe both. "My dream involves biology class. Zosia's dream - and Norman's, and now Xander's - involve two sisters, a man, and an elevator." Looking back to Zosia, "Has anything new happened in yours?"
"One of them involve an elevator," Zosia corrects, staring into space and tugging at her lower lip. "Two different dreams for us. And they don't seem to have anything at all to do with the crossroads, no."
Marcos nods and says, "Interesting."
Shelby ohs? "I misunderstood, then. I thought you'd only had the one setting, like all of mine happen in that biology class." A beat. "I wonder who else has had dreams. It would be interesting to see if you're right, if the dream is auspice-based."
"Not usually," Zosia says in a low voice. "Usually only theurges get dreams, even here. But there are exceptions, obviously." She shakes her head. "Not enough. Not enough yet."
Marcos crosses his arms and drums his fingers on his elbows, looking around.
Shelby glances sharply toward the Ahroun but addresses Zosia again. "I only had this one last night. Maybe it will repeat again tonight - some of the others did. I'll sleep in the Caern to see if that helps."
"I did that last night," Zosia says absently. Dismissing that with a shake of her head, she turns back to give the pair of Silver Fangs a sharp look. "Are you both participating in the Great Hunt?"
Marcos looks back to the Elder Fang and nods his head, "Of course."
Shelby echoes the Ahroun, tone mild.
Zosia waits for a moment, perhaps expecting more. When she doesn't get more than that, she just grunts and runs her hands through her hair. "Either the dreams will turn into something that makes sense or they will not. And we need this Hunt to go well."
Marcos looks to Zosia with a furrowed brow, "Is there reason to believe that it would not?"
"Or Chimera - assuming that's who's sent the dreams - thinks we already have all the information we need," Shelby points out. "I just hope this isn't time-critical." She slants Marcos a sidelong look. "You mean, besides the whole 'when every Sept fails its Great Hunt, the Apocalypse starts' thing?"
"The Great Hunt has failed here in the past." Zosia says that sharply. "There is always the chance that a ritual will fail and I've seen a bit too much of Phoenix in the past year and a half for comfort's sake."
Marcos ignores Shelby and nods to Zosia, "I was not aware the Hunt had failed here in the past."
Shelby likewise glosses over the prior Hunt knowledge to ask of Zosia, "I wonder if having all the various bits of dreams in one place would help? Would you mind writing down what you remember?" Her brows furrow then, and she mutters under her breath, "Ret. Retting? Ret-something."
"I don't like writing things down," Zosia says, shaking her head. "Ever."
Marcos looks from one to the other and shrugs to himself, looking back around at the surrounding scenery.
"Retwa?" Shelby inquires of a passing cloud. Perhaps it has an answer for her, for she shakes her head and looks back at the others. "Something like that, but not quite it. Anyway, I was just going to take them to the Caern to read tonight. But maybe I'll run into either Norman or Xander on the way."
"I don't write things down. And it is a habit you should never get into. Remember Roscoe?" Zosia stretches her arms over her head. "I've patrol to finish. You two do what you will. Be cautious in the city," she adds to Marcos.
Marcos nods his head and says, "Gaia watch Zosia-rhya."
Shelby says, "He was metis," as though that explains quite a lot of things. Most of them bad. She shrugs, however, and falls into step beside the Theurge. "I'd appreciate you jogging my memory about your dreams. You mind if I come with you, at least for a little bit?" "--Falcon watch, Marcos."
Zosia smiles at Marcos, nodding slightly, before giving Shelby a sidelong look. "Would you? I suppose it will be all right." The pair soon disappears from sight.