Cheese & crackers
May. 12th, 2010 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelbyrouIt is currently 15:53 Pacific Time on Wed May 12 2010.
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
Country House
The moon is thin, the temps are mild. If only the sun were out it would be a pretty cheerful day. Kate got home earlier and set about rummaging in the kitchen. Cheese and crackers seem to be the snack of choice this afternoon as she settles down at the table.
Shelby tromps in from the backyard, cheeks flushed and a sling dangling out of one pocket. She's not - for once - dressed in her dedicated track suite, but in khakis and a nice polo shirt. "Afternoon, Kate-rhya," the cub says, heading straight for a glass and the water pitcher.
Kate looks up, "Oh hello Shelby. What were you up to out there, you look all exercise pink." She grins at the question and points toward the plate of snacks. "Want any?"
"I was practicing with this," the cub answers, patting her sling-infested pocket. She takes a long pull of water before wandering over to join Kate, already reaching for the cheese. "Oh gosh yes, please. I feel like one great big empty hole." An afterthought: cracker, too. "What've you been doing today?"
"I was at Edgewood for a while. Met a Strider named Desh, really nice guy. He was telling me what it's like being on the move and stuff." She pushes the plate toward the other. "It was so nice having a friendly, stress-free meeting. Things have been intense lately."
"Desh?" Shelby nibbles swiftly enough that she might as well have just eaten the cheese in two bites, though this is more delicate. "I think I've met him." She reaches for another slice. "--Intense? Why? The moon's small, isn't it?"
"Just arguments. Hot tempers, disagreements." Kate shakes her head, "Hard being a Garou." She glances over to the cub, "You okay? You're walking a little stiff."
Shelby's grimace is agreement enough - a grimace that swiftly shifts into a full scowl. "I'm all right, I think. Some stupid lupus bit me yesterday." She pushes back from the table and extends the injured foot, that shoe laced loosely. "It hurts, but it will heal, right? Just hurts to walk."
Kate blinks. "A lupus bit you? How come? And yeah, it will heal. Faster if you stay in a form that isn't homid."
Shelby blinks as well, the idea plainly a new one. "Uh - oh. Right." She glances down at her clothes and grimaces, fetches another cheese-and-cracker sandwich instead. "It was on the bawn. He was this really sick-looking Uktena, called... Horse Tail? I think? I'm not sure. Anyway, I showed him the food box at the Compound. He didn't like it when I closed it, so he bit me." She punctuates the telling with a shrug.
Kate blinks, "Like, warning bite kind of bite, or you're a jerkface I wanna hurt you bite?"
The Ragabash thinks about it for a few seconds before shrugging again. "I don't know? He pulled me off the box - I was sitting on it - and the next thing I knew I was in Crinos and snarling at him. He backed off and was all," her tone goes mockingly hurt, "I'm taking my toys and going home! You're mean!"
"Oh hmm. He likely read your sitting on the box as claiming it. Just a lesson bite I'm sure. No reason to worry too much. And you'll be fine in a day." She smiles at this as she takes another cracker. "So you're learning to use a sling? That's kind of cool. Never tried one before."
"Please," Shelby says with a roll of her eyes, "I knew what I was doing when I sat there." She devours more snackage and lifts one shoulder. "I don't know; I guess. August -- -rhya wants me to learn it. I think it's kind of stupid - I mean, what good am I hitting something with a rock? - but Zosia-rhya insists."
"Worked well for David. I don't know. And so, what were you doing when you showed him the food box and then sat on it?"
Shelby says, "Please," again, this time without rolling her eyes. "I wanted him to practice being homid. He said he'd never done it before. Open the box, close it. Open, close. And that's what I told him. Except when I closed the box he acted like I'd peed in his cereal."
"So wait, was he a cub or not?" Kate seems a little curious now.
"Of course he was," Shelby says, off-handed, as she layers cheese in between crackers. "A Theurge cub. And like I said, he looked bad. He was really thin, and his hair was all disgusting and stuff."
Kate frowns, "Well, in that case, it's just about positioning. Still if he looked bad, he was probably starving, and maybe he couldn't shift and you kept him from the food. Got frustrated."
"No," the Ragabash promptly disagrees, her attention on her mini-sandwich, "He shifted to homid just fine. And he'd told me he wasn't hungry. If I'd known he was lying, of course I wouldn't have been so douchey."
Kate laughs then, "Well, chalk it up to a pouty lupus then. Shoulda bit him back." The Ahroun grins at this.
Shelby crinkles her nose and looks askance at the Ahroun. "I didn't have to. I just snarled and, I don't know, yelled. Sort of. He was yelling at me. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know what I would have done if he had attacked me."
"You would have fought back or submitted. Instincts work that way. You'll get used to figuring them out more, promise." Kate smiles again, "You yelled at a pouty Garou! Way to go Shelby!"
Shelby doesn't know where to look, though she knows where not to look: at Kate. "He was just a skinny Theurge cub," she mutters, ears pinking. "I should go get a shower and shift so my foot heals."
Kate nods, "Alright. I'm going to see about getting some real dinner somehow. I'll put some away for you if you're not back by then."
The cub mutters, "Thanks," and shoves back from the table. More clearly, "Thank you for sharing your snack." The return to manners steadies her; she flashes Kate a quick grin before limping up the stairs.
Currently the moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (6% full).
Country House
The moon is thin, the temps are mild. If only the sun were out it would be a pretty cheerful day. Kate got home earlier and set about rummaging in the kitchen. Cheese and crackers seem to be the snack of choice this afternoon as she settles down at the table.
Shelby tromps in from the backyard, cheeks flushed and a sling dangling out of one pocket. She's not - for once - dressed in her dedicated track suite, but in khakis and a nice polo shirt. "Afternoon, Kate-rhya," the cub says, heading straight for a glass and the water pitcher.
Kate looks up, "Oh hello Shelby. What were you up to out there, you look all exercise pink." She grins at the question and points toward the plate of snacks. "Want any?"
"I was practicing with this," the cub answers, patting her sling-infested pocket. She takes a long pull of water before wandering over to join Kate, already reaching for the cheese. "Oh gosh yes, please. I feel like one great big empty hole." An afterthought: cracker, too. "What've you been doing today?"
"I was at Edgewood for a while. Met a Strider named Desh, really nice guy. He was telling me what it's like being on the move and stuff." She pushes the plate toward the other. "It was so nice having a friendly, stress-free meeting. Things have been intense lately."
"Desh?" Shelby nibbles swiftly enough that she might as well have just eaten the cheese in two bites, though this is more delicate. "I think I've met him." She reaches for another slice. "--Intense? Why? The moon's small, isn't it?"
"Just arguments. Hot tempers, disagreements." Kate shakes her head, "Hard being a Garou." She glances over to the cub, "You okay? You're walking a little stiff."
Shelby's grimace is agreement enough - a grimace that swiftly shifts into a full scowl. "I'm all right, I think. Some stupid lupus bit me yesterday." She pushes back from the table and extends the injured foot, that shoe laced loosely. "It hurts, but it will heal, right? Just hurts to walk."
Kate blinks. "A lupus bit you? How come? And yeah, it will heal. Faster if you stay in a form that isn't homid."
Shelby blinks as well, the idea plainly a new one. "Uh - oh. Right." She glances down at her clothes and grimaces, fetches another cheese-and-cracker sandwich instead. "It was on the bawn. He was this really sick-looking Uktena, called... Horse Tail? I think? I'm not sure. Anyway, I showed him the food box at the Compound. He didn't like it when I closed it, so he bit me." She punctuates the telling with a shrug.
Kate blinks, "Like, warning bite kind of bite, or you're a jerkface I wanna hurt you bite?"
The Ragabash thinks about it for a few seconds before shrugging again. "I don't know? He pulled me off the box - I was sitting on it - and the next thing I knew I was in Crinos and snarling at him. He backed off and was all," her tone goes mockingly hurt, "I'm taking my toys and going home! You're mean!"
"Oh hmm. He likely read your sitting on the box as claiming it. Just a lesson bite I'm sure. No reason to worry too much. And you'll be fine in a day." She smiles at this as she takes another cracker. "So you're learning to use a sling? That's kind of cool. Never tried one before."
"Please," Shelby says with a roll of her eyes, "I knew what I was doing when I sat there." She devours more snackage and lifts one shoulder. "I don't know; I guess. August -- -rhya wants me to learn it. I think it's kind of stupid - I mean, what good am I hitting something with a rock? - but Zosia-rhya insists."
"Worked well for David. I don't know. And so, what were you doing when you showed him the food box and then sat on it?"
Shelby says, "Please," again, this time without rolling her eyes. "I wanted him to practice being homid. He said he'd never done it before. Open the box, close it. Open, close. And that's what I told him. Except when I closed the box he acted like I'd peed in his cereal."
"So wait, was he a cub or not?" Kate seems a little curious now.
"Of course he was," Shelby says, off-handed, as she layers cheese in between crackers. "A Theurge cub. And like I said, he looked bad. He was really thin, and his hair was all disgusting and stuff."
Kate frowns, "Well, in that case, it's just about positioning. Still if he looked bad, he was probably starving, and maybe he couldn't shift and you kept him from the food. Got frustrated."
"No," the Ragabash promptly disagrees, her attention on her mini-sandwich, "He shifted to homid just fine. And he'd told me he wasn't hungry. If I'd known he was lying, of course I wouldn't have been so douchey."
Kate laughs then, "Well, chalk it up to a pouty lupus then. Shoulda bit him back." The Ahroun grins at this.
Shelby crinkles her nose and looks askance at the Ahroun. "I didn't have to. I just snarled and, I don't know, yelled. Sort of. He was yelling at me. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know what I would have done if he had attacked me."
"You would have fought back or submitted. Instincts work that way. You'll get used to figuring them out more, promise." Kate smiles again, "You yelled at a pouty Garou! Way to go Shelby!"
Shelby doesn't know where to look, though she knows where not to look: at Kate. "He was just a skinny Theurge cub," she mutters, ears pinking. "I should go get a shower and shift so my foot heals."
Kate nods, "Alright. I'm going to see about getting some real dinner somehow. I'll put some away for you if you're not back by then."
The cub mutters, "Thanks," and shoves back from the table. More clearly, "Thank you for sharing your snack." The return to manners steadies her; she flashes Kate a quick grin before limping up the stairs.