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shelbyrouIt is currently about noon on Fri Apr 23 2010.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (66% full).
The Sept Compound
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing. In the center of the clearing is a fire pit with several old logs polished from use for seats. A stack of firewood is discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp. At the edge of the clearing and extending back a bit into the woods resides a rough wooden structure with a slate tile roof. A stone slab rests off to one side of the clearing in a place of some prominence. The meadowlike profusion of grasses and other plants has an unusually high concentration of brilliant flowers, which attract a number of bees and butterflies. (+view works here)
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
Obvious exits:
Forest
Kaz can't help but grin, though it's slightly edged. "Dude, I ain't an idiot. He ain't gettin' nowhere near Kin or the Bawn, no. Not til we figure out if he's brainwashed or whatever, yet. 'Course, Marina ain't your Kin, so I don' know why you're makin' these kinds of stipulations." She cracks her knuckles, as she shrugs her coat on, and then peers over at Blossom. "Oh," she says after a moment. "Hi." Returning her gaze to Anpu, she assesses him. "Welp, we're movin' on Sunday. If you think you can make some talens by then, or even show up then, I'd be glad to have you."
"Sunday... Sunday sunday. Sunday, bloody sunday." Anpu drags a hand across his forehead, huffing out a breath. "Man." Anpu blinks, then smiles amiably at Kaz. "Sorry, but when it comes to a close friend and everything, I always like to make sure I'm on the same page as the Alpha and those in charge. Damn though, Sunday... Gonna cut it close. Think I should make some special bullets, or armor, or.... Jesus, the possibilities. Just thinkin' up a good Talen in two days is hard enough, but makin' them. Sheesh. This is going to be a realm thing, not a reflection thing, right?"
Blossom looks interested to the Garou she doesn't know. Her eyes burning on one and then the other. She moves closer and then offers. "So like, I'm totally Blossom Smith, under Galliard moon, no cub name and like right.. Children of Gaia. It's great to meet you all. Do you have pot?" That is spoken in one breath before she invites herself over. "So what's shaking on Sunday? Oh hells bells, don't tell me now I have to go to Garou church or something."
The metis leans on her good leg. "Well, even if you can't make talens by then -- and I'd love some weird ass armor -- havin' you there would be good. And as far as I know, it's a Realm thing, yeah. Unless they brought him over while we wasn't payin' attention." She grins, slowly, at Blossom. "We met. And no, I don't. It ain't somethin' I carry 'round with me. Moon bein' hard on you?"
Something white moves through the underbrush downwind of the clearing, the snap of twigs and rustle of branches announcing the wolf's presence almost as well as any herald. Woodsy, she isn't. She pauses underneath a cedar to study those already gathered, her coat faintly shining, a front paw half-curled as she sniff-sniff-sniffs the air.
"Maybe some sorta arrow with a lightnin' bolt in it that'll skip between the targets near the first one it hits. Good way of starting the fight." Anpu asserts, flashing the Alpha a quick grin. "But armor to protect our leader could be just as important. Just hope I get into a pack before the fight." When the cub launhes her question at him, the man turns his head to look at her and snorts. "Battle. Important things. If you want weed, grow your own."
"The moon, the world, my new life... you name it." Blossom offers in true teenage angst. "Now all I need is a sparkly day walking vampire pansy to tell me he's in love with me." She stares at Kaz. "I remember better when I'm high, really, it's a proven fact. Truuuust me." She then turns her head at the noise and perks hopefully until she sees the wolf. A sigh leaves her lips. "Why don't they have a drug delivery program here?" Then her eyes move back to Kaz and Anpu again. Her eyes round out and she almost smiles through the rage. "Grow my... I need permission to have a garden. Can I have a garden?" She's shifting around as she sits and the moon does indeed pull.
The metis' attention moves quickly to the shining newcomer, and then her nose twitches. A moment later, she relaxes, and to all accounts, ignores the Fang again. "Lightning would be kickass," Kaz says, enthusiastic. "Or armor. Whatever." She blinks slowly at Blossom. "Why do you need permission for a garden?"
With a look back at her path, the wolf pads out of the safety of the trees and into the clearing, ears twitching at all the voices. Do not know you. Doesn't Know When to Stop, ragabash cub of Falcon. Her tail remains low, uncertain, though it twitches a bit higher when her attention turns to Blossom.
Anpu stands up and slaps his hands together, rising quickly despite the heavy pack on his back. "I ain't gonna waste time. I'm going to start right away- If I have your permission to work on the Bawn or in the Caern. If not... I'll do it elsewhere. Just yell yes'r no while I shuffle off into the dark to think it over." Anpu flashes her a tight smile, then turns, walking off into the dark with his head bowed.
Blossom watches Anpu adn then looks back towards Kaz. "Don't I need permission from some warden or something to bury or kill or plant anything on the bawn?" She frowns. "I'm never going to get these lessons right either." Blossom comes to her feet to prowl around the area a bit, not going too far. Her eyes look at Kaz. "I want to do something. OH! Can I help you on this Sunday thing?"
Kaz calls, "Whether you can Summon on the Bawn ain't my pigeon, it's the Ritemaster's!" after him. "Zosia. And, good luck." Then she looks at Shelby. "Hi. Kaz. Ears. Bone Gnawer, Galliard, and metis. Twice daughter of Rat and Alpha of the Rat pack, the Crew, and, well," she scratches the back of her neck, "Sept Alpha." She blinks at Blossom. "Y'know, you're right. You need permission of the Warder. Who happens to be your Elder. So... y'could ask?" But at the next question, she shakes her head. "This is pitched battle we're heading into. I can't really let you in on that, not when you're not Rited yet. Ain't fair to you."
Stops-Too-Late's ears go flat, flatter, flattest when Kaz introduces herself; her tail takes up residence in the region of her belly, and she crouches low, drawing no closer to the pair. Blood-Guard packs with Bright Falcon's Grace. A jay lands heavily on a branch to study Blossom with bright eyes, but no comment on the gathering.
Blossom eyes the bird thoughtfully and then the wolf as it slinks lower to the ground. "Metis." Blossom turns to look at Kaz. "Waaaaaait a minute. Now I'm confused. You are like queen bitch of the whole sept, but you are a metis. However, Metis are supposed to be like.. omega. So.. wait. How is that?" The cub offers before looking back to the wolf.
"Yeah," Kaz tells Shelby, and then she adds, almost irritably, "An' don' go slinkin' around. I get it; you're submissive. Now stop actin' like one've my tribe before Zosia sees you." She grins at Blossom. "Good question. You know how you're a cub? And that Rianna chick's a cliath, first rank? And August is a Fostern, second rank? Me, I'm Adren. Third rank. How I got Adren? A fuck of a lot of work. I am 37 years old. For decades I was an Omega. But ... Well, events happened, and I wasn't, anymore."
Two galliard, Stops-Too-Late notes, apropos of nothing. One ear pops up, then the other when Kaz chides; her tail remains tucked all the way through hispo and crinos, only disappearing when she slides back into her birth form. "It's very nice to meet you, Kaz-rhya," she offers then, her voice - like Zosia's - rich with Virginia's caress. "Nice to meet you too, Blossom. It's also Shelby Zaleski-Leveque." The girl keeps an eye on both the others, carefully not meeting eyes, her arms folded.
Kaz
Beautiful, this woman isn't. Most people wouldn't even call her interesting, although there is a spark of something, deep down in there. Even so, most people would call her homely, if they bothered to call her anything at all. In her mid to late 30s, she's about 5'6" tall, and burly. Not fat; it's the kind of burly that's all muscle, just not well defined muscle.
Her hair is brown (with some encroaching white hairs she's not bothering to pluck), and quite short. All around. It might be a DA, were it less badly done. Her eyes are distinctly odd, although it's hard to tell, given how often she's not quite looking at anyone. They're yellow, and look almost cat-like. The rest of her face isn't offensive, just boring. The nose is a bit big -- maybe it's been broken, or maybe she was just born that way. Her chin is broad, as are her cheekbones. Classic features for a man that don't at all work on her. There's a wry, half-cynical smile sometimes playing about her lips that does very little to add to her general appearance. Makeup, it's clear, is of very little use to this person.
"Battered" would describe her choice of clothing quite well. Voluminous light trench coat, new jeans, and a polo shirt. Her sneakers are black, and a bit battered.
Blossom
There is nothing of importance about this girl, she's just a face in the crowd. She is average in height and structure. Her brunette hair holds a few streaks of lavender in it as the bob falls around her features. Hazel eyes are a normal brown-green mixture that sometimes shifts from one shade moreso than the other. Her features are even unremarkable.
The girl is dressed in a plain white t-shirt that fits her body without being too tight or too lose. A pair of denim blue jeans cover her legs and a pair of white shoes wrap around her feet. The only article of jewelry is a vending machine cheap bubble ring with a flower inside of it.
Blossom lets out a whistle. "Daaaaaamn you are old." Then she gives a bright grin. "You should tell me the story, maybe I can jazz it up. Oh hey, or I could like put some acoustics to it and make is a song. We'll call it the reign of Metis." Blossom laughs. "Or Metis Rain and I can do it to purple rain and..." She turns towards Shelby. "Blossom Smith, Galliard, cub of Children of Gaia." She nods to the girl with her eyes on her. Nothing else is spoken, but there's some rage as her moon pulls.
"I ain't old," Kaz objects. "I'm ancient. And... I could go on a ramble sometime, sure." She offers a hand to Shelby, clearly with the intent of shaking. "Pleased t'meet you. Are you and Zosia from around the same parts, or somethin'?"
"I heard you," Shelby tells Blossom with a faint smile, tipping her head toward where she entered. To Kaz, "Yes ma', um." She recovers from the stumble with a quick smile and continues, "We're both from Sunlit Waters Sept. I went to school with her next-youngest sister. I originally came out here to attend SCCU." The ragabash gestures vaguely, wryness tugging at her lips. "Plans changed."
Blossom smiles to Kaz. "Yeah.. you are ancient.. you should be out to stable." There is a joke to that as she pushes her hair back from her face. The lavender slides through her hair as she looks at the others. She falls silent for the moment.
Kaz snorts. "Noo, I ain't that old yet. You can put me out t'pasture when I'm dead, how 'bouts? Which... kinda defeats the purpose, but after all, Gaia needs us." She meets Shelby's eyes, briefly, as she shakes, the gesture firm but not competetive. "Oh? Was you Baptised wrong, or somethin'?"
There's a certain tightness in the Fang's demeanor, but certainly nothing that can't be overlaid by smiles and good manners. When her hand is released she folds her arms again, offering Blossom another quick smile in lieu of a shake. "Falcon must have had his eyes closed that day, yes. I just guess Gaia needed another ragabash more than she needed a lawyer."
Blossom smiles tightly back, but hers is more in the way of rage peaking near her. "Baptism? I wasn't raised with any religion, do I have to like get dunked under water?" Her eyes move between the two as she moves to prowl around again.
Kaz clarifies, "Baptism of Fire," as she leans on her good leg. "Tells your parents whether you'll be Garou or not; attaches the Kinfetch spirit ont' you." She studies Shelby. "I dunno. It's hard, servin' two masters, but I've known Garou who went pretty far to finishin' degrees. And online classes can only help that, yeah?"
When Blossom starts moving Shelby sidles a step or two closer to Kaz, though she doesn't give her back to either of the others, and keeps a wary eye on the other cub. "I suppose. The University of Phoenix isn't exactly Georgetown, or even SCCU. Really, there's no point in me looking at law right now. Maybe in a few years."
Blossom watches Shelby and then cocks her head as she notices something. She actually tries to move behind the woman. "Oh is that like the fairy thing that ran and got Jacob or something? Stupid thing got me all trapped in his place." She grins a bit more and then growls.
"Nooo," Kaz allows, "But there's plenty of stuff that's in between suck and way way way high powered, which are the two options you're givin' me there. But," she shrugs, and rummages in her coat pocket, "If it's best f'you t'forget it now, so you can adapt t'Garou life... you know yourself better'n me." She grins at Blossom. "That's the one. I bet it was shaped like a Unicorn, yah?"
"I don't like settling for second-best," Shelby agrees, distracted. When Blossom moves around her she casually turns, ostensibly to keep the Gaian in the conversation. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?"
Blossom shakes her head to this, "Not at all, just testing a theory of mine. I.. rather enjoy not going to school. I skipped out of it almost all the time as is." She grins towards the others. "What au.. ausp.." She frowns and thinks. "Auspice, what auspice are you both again?" Blossom moves in to the third point of their talking triangle. "I think she was a little nuiance is what I think. I was at a club and Jacob comes in. I mean.. you've seen him right? Promised me drugs and.. other things. What does that little twink get me by pointing me out? No sex, no drugs, no alcohol oh and by the way.. I turn into this monster when pissed off. I'm like the hulk."
Kaz regards Blossom with interest. "You gain in return the ability to save Gaia. Has anyone shown you the Wyrm? Or its minions?"
"Or the Umbra?" The Fang tilts an eye toward the sky with a distracted half-smile. "Ragabash. No-moon. Excuse me, please." Her smile grows in time to nod them both farewell before she moves off toward the edge of the clearing; entering the trees she shifts back to lupus and heads away at a trot.
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (66% full).
The Sept Compound
Sweeping branches of trees form a sort of natural roof overshadowing most of this clearing. In the center of the clearing is a fire pit with several old logs polished from use for seats. A stack of firewood is discreetly piled up at the base of an old spruce under a tarp. At the edge of the clearing and extending back a bit into the woods resides a rough wooden structure with a slate tile roof. A stone slab rests off to one side of the clearing in a place of some prominence. The meadowlike profusion of grasses and other plants has an unusually high concentration of brilliant flowers, which attract a number of bees and butterflies. (+view works here)
A faint trail leads off to the east, and a bit north.
Obvious exits:
Forest
Kaz can't help but grin, though it's slightly edged. "Dude, I ain't an idiot. He ain't gettin' nowhere near Kin or the Bawn, no. Not til we figure out if he's brainwashed or whatever, yet. 'Course, Marina ain't your Kin, so I don' know why you're makin' these kinds of stipulations." She cracks her knuckles, as she shrugs her coat on, and then peers over at Blossom. "Oh," she says after a moment. "Hi." Returning her gaze to Anpu, she assesses him. "Welp, we're movin' on Sunday. If you think you can make some talens by then, or even show up then, I'd be glad to have you."
"Sunday... Sunday sunday. Sunday, bloody sunday." Anpu drags a hand across his forehead, huffing out a breath. "Man." Anpu blinks, then smiles amiably at Kaz. "Sorry, but when it comes to a close friend and everything, I always like to make sure I'm on the same page as the Alpha and those in charge. Damn though, Sunday... Gonna cut it close. Think I should make some special bullets, or armor, or.... Jesus, the possibilities. Just thinkin' up a good Talen in two days is hard enough, but makin' them. Sheesh. This is going to be a realm thing, not a reflection thing, right?"
Blossom looks interested to the Garou she doesn't know. Her eyes burning on one and then the other. She moves closer and then offers. "So like, I'm totally Blossom Smith, under Galliard moon, no cub name and like right.. Children of Gaia. It's great to meet you all. Do you have pot?" That is spoken in one breath before she invites herself over. "So what's shaking on Sunday? Oh hells bells, don't tell me now I have to go to Garou church or something."
The metis leans on her good leg. "Well, even if you can't make talens by then -- and I'd love some weird ass armor -- havin' you there would be good. And as far as I know, it's a Realm thing, yeah. Unless they brought him over while we wasn't payin' attention." She grins, slowly, at Blossom. "We met. And no, I don't. It ain't somethin' I carry 'round with me. Moon bein' hard on you?"
Something white moves through the underbrush downwind of the clearing, the snap of twigs and rustle of branches announcing the wolf's presence almost as well as any herald. Woodsy, she isn't. She pauses underneath a cedar to study those already gathered, her coat faintly shining, a front paw half-curled as she sniff-sniff-sniffs the air.
"Maybe some sorta arrow with a lightnin' bolt in it that'll skip between the targets near the first one it hits. Good way of starting the fight." Anpu asserts, flashing the Alpha a quick grin. "But armor to protect our leader could be just as important. Just hope I get into a pack before the fight." When the cub launhes her question at him, the man turns his head to look at her and snorts. "Battle. Important things. If you want weed, grow your own."
"The moon, the world, my new life... you name it." Blossom offers in true teenage angst. "Now all I need is a sparkly day walking vampire pansy to tell me he's in love with me." She stares at Kaz. "I remember better when I'm high, really, it's a proven fact. Truuuust me." She then turns her head at the noise and perks hopefully until she sees the wolf. A sigh leaves her lips. "Why don't they have a drug delivery program here?" Then her eyes move back to Kaz and Anpu again. Her eyes round out and she almost smiles through the rage. "Grow my... I need permission to have a garden. Can I have a garden?" She's shifting around as she sits and the moon does indeed pull.
The metis' attention moves quickly to the shining newcomer, and then her nose twitches. A moment later, she relaxes, and to all accounts, ignores the Fang again. "Lightning would be kickass," Kaz says, enthusiastic. "Or armor. Whatever." She blinks slowly at Blossom. "Why do you need permission for a garden?"
With a look back at her path, the wolf pads out of the safety of the trees and into the clearing, ears twitching at all the voices. Do not know you. Doesn't Know When to Stop, ragabash cub of Falcon. Her tail remains low, uncertain, though it twitches a bit higher when her attention turns to Blossom.
Anpu stands up and slaps his hands together, rising quickly despite the heavy pack on his back. "I ain't gonna waste time. I'm going to start right away- If I have your permission to work on the Bawn or in the Caern. If not... I'll do it elsewhere. Just yell yes'r no while I shuffle off into the dark to think it over." Anpu flashes her a tight smile, then turns, walking off into the dark with his head bowed.
Blossom watches Anpu adn then looks back towards Kaz. "Don't I need permission from some warden or something to bury or kill or plant anything on the bawn?" She frowns. "I'm never going to get these lessons right either." Blossom comes to her feet to prowl around the area a bit, not going too far. Her eyes look at Kaz. "I want to do something. OH! Can I help you on this Sunday thing?"
Kaz calls, "Whether you can Summon on the Bawn ain't my pigeon, it's the Ritemaster's!" after him. "Zosia. And, good luck." Then she looks at Shelby. "Hi. Kaz. Ears. Bone Gnawer, Galliard, and metis. Twice daughter of Rat and Alpha of the Rat pack, the Crew, and, well," she scratches the back of her neck, "Sept Alpha." She blinks at Blossom. "Y'know, you're right. You need permission of the Warder. Who happens to be your Elder. So... y'could ask?" But at the next question, she shakes her head. "This is pitched battle we're heading into. I can't really let you in on that, not when you're not Rited yet. Ain't fair to you."
Stops-Too-Late's ears go flat, flatter, flattest when Kaz introduces herself; her tail takes up residence in the region of her belly, and she crouches low, drawing no closer to the pair. Blood-Guard packs with Bright Falcon's Grace. A jay lands heavily on a branch to study Blossom with bright eyes, but no comment on the gathering.
Blossom eyes the bird thoughtfully and then the wolf as it slinks lower to the ground. "Metis." Blossom turns to look at Kaz. "Waaaaaait a minute. Now I'm confused. You are like queen bitch of the whole sept, but you are a metis. However, Metis are supposed to be like.. omega. So.. wait. How is that?" The cub offers before looking back to the wolf.
"Yeah," Kaz tells Shelby, and then she adds, almost irritably, "An' don' go slinkin' around. I get it; you're submissive. Now stop actin' like one've my tribe before Zosia sees you." She grins at Blossom. "Good question. You know how you're a cub? And that Rianna chick's a cliath, first rank? And August is a Fostern, second rank? Me, I'm Adren. Third rank. How I got Adren? A fuck of a lot of work. I am 37 years old. For decades I was an Omega. But ... Well, events happened, and I wasn't, anymore."
Two galliard, Stops-Too-Late notes, apropos of nothing. One ear pops up, then the other when Kaz chides; her tail remains tucked all the way through hispo and crinos, only disappearing when she slides back into her birth form. "It's very nice to meet you, Kaz-rhya," she offers then, her voice - like Zosia's - rich with Virginia's caress. "Nice to meet you too, Blossom. It's also Shelby Zaleski-Leveque." The girl keeps an eye on both the others, carefully not meeting eyes, her arms folded.
Kaz
Beautiful, this woman isn't. Most people wouldn't even call her interesting, although there is a spark of something, deep down in there. Even so, most people would call her homely, if they bothered to call her anything at all. In her mid to late 30s, she's about 5'6" tall, and burly. Not fat; it's the kind of burly that's all muscle, just not well defined muscle.
Her hair is brown (with some encroaching white hairs she's not bothering to pluck), and quite short. All around. It might be a DA, were it less badly done. Her eyes are distinctly odd, although it's hard to tell, given how often she's not quite looking at anyone. They're yellow, and look almost cat-like. The rest of her face isn't offensive, just boring. The nose is a bit big -- maybe it's been broken, or maybe she was just born that way. Her chin is broad, as are her cheekbones. Classic features for a man that don't at all work on her. There's a wry, half-cynical smile sometimes playing about her lips that does very little to add to her general appearance. Makeup, it's clear, is of very little use to this person.
"Battered" would describe her choice of clothing quite well. Voluminous light trench coat, new jeans, and a polo shirt. Her sneakers are black, and a bit battered.
Blossom
There is nothing of importance about this girl, she's just a face in the crowd. She is average in height and structure. Her brunette hair holds a few streaks of lavender in it as the bob falls around her features. Hazel eyes are a normal brown-green mixture that sometimes shifts from one shade moreso than the other. Her features are even unremarkable.
The girl is dressed in a plain white t-shirt that fits her body without being too tight or too lose. A pair of denim blue jeans cover her legs and a pair of white shoes wrap around her feet. The only article of jewelry is a vending machine cheap bubble ring with a flower inside of it.
Blossom lets out a whistle. "Daaaaaamn you are old." Then she gives a bright grin. "You should tell me the story, maybe I can jazz it up. Oh hey, or I could like put some acoustics to it and make is a song. We'll call it the reign of Metis." Blossom laughs. "Or Metis Rain and I can do it to purple rain and..." She turns towards Shelby. "Blossom Smith, Galliard, cub of Children of Gaia." She nods to the girl with her eyes on her. Nothing else is spoken, but there's some rage as her moon pulls.
"I ain't old," Kaz objects. "I'm ancient. And... I could go on a ramble sometime, sure." She offers a hand to Shelby, clearly with the intent of shaking. "Pleased t'meet you. Are you and Zosia from around the same parts, or somethin'?"
"I heard you," Shelby tells Blossom with a faint smile, tipping her head toward where she entered. To Kaz, "Yes ma', um." She recovers from the stumble with a quick smile and continues, "We're both from Sunlit Waters Sept. I went to school with her next-youngest sister. I originally came out here to attend SCCU." The ragabash gestures vaguely, wryness tugging at her lips. "Plans changed."
Blossom smiles to Kaz. "Yeah.. you are ancient.. you should be out to stable." There is a joke to that as she pushes her hair back from her face. The lavender slides through her hair as she looks at the others. She falls silent for the moment.
Kaz snorts. "Noo, I ain't that old yet. You can put me out t'pasture when I'm dead, how 'bouts? Which... kinda defeats the purpose, but after all, Gaia needs us." She meets Shelby's eyes, briefly, as she shakes, the gesture firm but not competetive. "Oh? Was you Baptised wrong, or somethin'?"
There's a certain tightness in the Fang's demeanor, but certainly nothing that can't be overlaid by smiles and good manners. When her hand is released she folds her arms again, offering Blossom another quick smile in lieu of a shake. "Falcon must have had his eyes closed that day, yes. I just guess Gaia needed another ragabash more than she needed a lawyer."
Blossom smiles tightly back, but hers is more in the way of rage peaking near her. "Baptism? I wasn't raised with any religion, do I have to like get dunked under water?" Her eyes move between the two as she moves to prowl around again.
Kaz clarifies, "Baptism of Fire," as she leans on her good leg. "Tells your parents whether you'll be Garou or not; attaches the Kinfetch spirit ont' you." She studies Shelby. "I dunno. It's hard, servin' two masters, but I've known Garou who went pretty far to finishin' degrees. And online classes can only help that, yeah?"
When Blossom starts moving Shelby sidles a step or two closer to Kaz, though she doesn't give her back to either of the others, and keeps a wary eye on the other cub. "I suppose. The University of Phoenix isn't exactly Georgetown, or even SCCU. Really, there's no point in me looking at law right now. Maybe in a few years."
Blossom watches Shelby and then cocks her head as she notices something. She actually tries to move behind the woman. "Oh is that like the fairy thing that ran and got Jacob or something? Stupid thing got me all trapped in his place." She grins a bit more and then growls.
"Nooo," Kaz allows, "But there's plenty of stuff that's in between suck and way way way high powered, which are the two options you're givin' me there. But," she shrugs, and rummages in her coat pocket, "If it's best f'you t'forget it now, so you can adapt t'Garou life... you know yourself better'n me." She grins at Blossom. "That's the one. I bet it was shaped like a Unicorn, yah?"
"I don't like settling for second-best," Shelby agrees, distracted. When Blossom moves around her she casually turns, ostensibly to keep the Gaian in the conversation. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?"
Blossom shakes her head to this, "Not at all, just testing a theory of mine. I.. rather enjoy not going to school. I skipped out of it almost all the time as is." She grins towards the others. "What au.. ausp.." She frowns and thinks. "Auspice, what auspice are you both again?" Blossom moves in to the third point of their talking triangle. "I think she was a little nuiance is what I think. I was at a club and Jacob comes in. I mean.. you've seen him right? Promised me drugs and.. other things. What does that little twink get me by pointing me out? No sex, no drugs, no alcohol oh and by the way.. I turn into this monster when pissed off. I'm like the hulk."
Kaz regards Blossom with interest. "You gain in return the ability to save Gaia. Has anyone shown you the Wyrm? Or its minions?"
"Or the Umbra?" The Fang tilts an eye toward the sky with a distracted half-smile. "Ragabash. No-moon. Excuse me, please." Her smile grows in time to nod them both farewell before she moves off toward the edge of the clearing; entering the trees she shifts back to lupus and heads away at a trot.