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littlesilvertipNightmares on nightmares on…
Well, I tried to get work done. I opening holes in the umbra, but wasn’t feeling up to the task. I went to go put something on paper - I hadn’t done that in a week - but I wasn’t interested in that, either. I scribbled down some notes about the mandala, and a few things I learned from watching Star Wars, but gave up before I finished it all. I didn’t feel like sewing, either - I still need a new kuspuk. Eventually. I thought I’d go clear my head in the caern for a bit, and try to sort out the argument(?) Song of Vengeance and I had last night.
Tradewinds stopped by, but just to interrupt me and the leave. Little Crow showed up afterwards, while I was staring at the flames. She decided to interrupt me with her wind calling gift. Despite not knowing what I was doing. What in Gaia’s name is she thinking? I could have been calling fire elementals, and she let one loose. If I was this dumb as a first ranked wolf, I’m not sure how I survived to this age. I told her about the Metis looking for her.
I was telling her about the packs around here, when Black Light and Song of Vengeance showed up. Then the Stargazer - the blind one - Pathfinder. They talked about scab problems (apparently someone’s after the weird Fury), and maybe some drones or something. Not really interested. Pathfinder didn’t recognize my scent at all (I guess that’s not a surprise), and I had to introduce myself. Again. I had to explain why I smelled that way, since he couldn’t just look and see. Black-Light wanted to know how Pathfinder wasn’t dead. He gave a non-answer; I think it’s because he just doesn’t fight much. Stargazers rarely do.
If he’s a blind Stargazer, does that make him a Starsniffer?
Black Light wanted to fight him (and I was curious myself), but the two didn’t want to fight in the caern in case non-specific ‘sprits’ would be offended. It’s like the other tribes don’t even know about the Umbra… The Stargazer and the Fury left, leaving me with Black Light.
He started out telling me he was invited into a Chimera pack. I didn’t know why he was mentioning this, and consoled him on following a pack that truly reflects what he think is the most important thing he could be doing now. He offered me some of his weed, claiming Tradewinds had done magic to it to make it great. But I couldn’t sense any magic… she must have lied to him. Weird. And then he started poking again. Saying I’d been acting weird. Acting concerned about me. And then he said he had a dream about me.
In this dream, I started out a male, walking through the forest. It started to snow, and I got swallowed up by it. Snow melted, revealing me as female. I didn’t go through the forest with purpose again. Wolves howled for me, but I didn’t go towards them. Darkness engulfed the whole area, while I was lost.
My first thought was that this doesn’t sound like Chimera. Very direct. The symbolism is very… crude. Secondly, I wonder if it warned about my working with the wyrmcomers. Probably not. But it’s a thought. No… this is a warning about me being consumed by this. Slug suggested I talk to someone. It’s not a bad idea. He suggested I talk to him. That’s a very bad idea.
Before I went to sleep, I thought of people I could talk to. Not my sister. Nova? Has her own burdens to bear. My cousin is too young. Unfinished Business? Too naïve. Peacekeeper is gone - most others are gone. Jordan’s gone… but Jordan isn’t too far away. We used to have feelings, but… she moved on. Any wound is old by now. Maybe it’s time I head to the Rez?
Well, I tried to get work done. I opening holes in the umbra, but wasn’t feeling up to the task. I went to go put something on paper - I hadn’t done that in a week - but I wasn’t interested in that, either. I scribbled down some notes about the mandala, and a few things I learned from watching Star Wars, but gave up before I finished it all. I didn’t feel like sewing, either - I still need a new kuspuk. Eventually. I thought I’d go clear my head in the caern for a bit, and try to sort out the argument(?) Song of Vengeance and I had last night.
Tradewinds stopped by, but just to interrupt me and the leave. Little Crow showed up afterwards, while I was staring at the flames. She decided to interrupt me with her wind calling gift. Despite not knowing what I was doing. What in Gaia’s name is she thinking? I could have been calling fire elementals, and she let one loose. If I was this dumb as a first ranked wolf, I’m not sure how I survived to this age. I told her about the Metis looking for her.
I was telling her about the packs around here, when Black Light and Song of Vengeance showed up. Then the Stargazer - the blind one - Pathfinder. They talked about scab problems (apparently someone’s after the weird Fury), and maybe some drones or something. Not really interested. Pathfinder didn’t recognize my scent at all (I guess that’s not a surprise), and I had to introduce myself. Again. I had to explain why I smelled that way, since he couldn’t just look and see. Black-Light wanted to know how Pathfinder wasn’t dead. He gave a non-answer; I think it’s because he just doesn’t fight much. Stargazers rarely do.
If he’s a blind Stargazer, does that make him a Starsniffer?
Black Light wanted to fight him (and I was curious myself), but the two didn’t want to fight in the caern in case non-specific ‘sprits’ would be offended. It’s like the other tribes don’t even know about the Umbra… The Stargazer and the Fury left, leaving me with Black Light.
He started out telling me he was invited into a Chimera pack. I didn’t know why he was mentioning this, and consoled him on following a pack that truly reflects what he think is the most important thing he could be doing now. He offered me some of his weed, claiming Tradewinds had done magic to it to make it great. But I couldn’t sense any magic… she must have lied to him. Weird. And then he started poking again. Saying I’d been acting weird. Acting concerned about me. And then he said he had a dream about me.
In this dream, I started out a male, walking through the forest. It started to snow, and I got swallowed up by it. Snow melted, revealing me as female. I didn’t go through the forest with purpose again. Wolves howled for me, but I didn’t go towards them. Darkness engulfed the whole area, while I was lost.
My first thought was that this doesn’t sound like Chimera. Very direct. The symbolism is very… crude. Secondly, I wonder if it warned about my working with the wyrmcomers. Probably not. But it’s a thought. No… this is a warning about me being consumed by this. Slug suggested I talk to someone. It’s not a bad idea. He suggested I talk to him. That’s a very bad idea.
Before I went to sleep, I thought of people I could talk to. Not my sister. Nova? Has her own burdens to bear. My cousin is too young. Unfinished Business? Too naïve. Peacekeeper is gone - most others are gone. Jordan’s gone… but Jordan isn’t too far away. We used to have feelings, but… she moved on. Any wound is old by now. Maybe it’s time I head to the Rez?
