Burying the hatchet with Val
Monday, 12 May 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipAre mountain goats for men to kill? I know for the Tlingit, a boy is not a man until he’s got himself a mountain goat cape. The real people wouldn’t have anything to say about mountain goats, since they don’t happen on the tundra.
I found some billies, hunting for places of power, or glades that aren’t claimed, in the far east reaches of the mountains, where the land starts to become drier. I want to kill one, if I’m allowed, for the fur, and… because I want to hunt one. Because, okay?
But I also don’t want to piss off an animal father, and make it so Quin and Torn-to-Rags can’t hunt mountain goats anymore, either. Better to ask permission than beg forgiveness, so I went into the umbra to find one. Asking a spirit for permission to kill their earthly children is, well, hard. Asking for permission when you’re not even sure you’re allowed to? It was a bad conversation. The first one I found was named was Tenn-Tenn. He was uninterested in letting anyone hunt his earthly compatriots; he told me Uktena women had no place hunting his kind (though he seemed lying, and I did suggest that might be the case to him), and in any event, I wasn’t nimble enough, spry enough, or good enough hunter to catch a mountain goat anyhow.
He eventually got too annoyed and left, and I started to go down hill, when a raven visited me. I wasn’t sure it was Memory, until she started speaking to me, which removed all doubt. She told me to just fly down, but I was trying to show Tenn-Tenn (who could still see me) that I was good at climbing slopes without even using magic, so it took me a long time to get down to the bottom of the valley.
Maybe it’s the lard-ass bear rubbing off on me again, or maybe I’m just getting older (I think I’m 8 now…), but I couldn’t really work up the real rage to really lay into Memory for what she’d done. I chewed her out, and chewed her out again. It took a while to tell her how violated she made me feel, and how much she’d betrayed my trust. And how much she’d put everyone in danger by being exposed to the thoughts she had been. It took a while to communicate it all to her. She stands by what she did, and was worried I was slipping to the Horned Serpent, but was apologetic that she’d betrayed my trust like that, and promised to never do it again, not without asking me in the future.
I still feel like it’ll be a while before I can trust her again, but it’s definitely a good start.
I spent the remainder of the night sniffing for more mountain goat spirits, but nothing really stood out in the time I had left before sunrise. Work for another night.
I found some billies, hunting for places of power, or glades that aren’t claimed, in the far east reaches of the mountains, where the land starts to become drier. I want to kill one, if I’m allowed, for the fur, and… because I want to hunt one. Because, okay?
But I also don’t want to piss off an animal father, and make it so Quin and Torn-to-Rags can’t hunt mountain goats anymore, either. Better to ask permission than beg forgiveness, so I went into the umbra to find one. Asking a spirit for permission to kill their earthly children is, well, hard. Asking for permission when you’re not even sure you’re allowed to? It was a bad conversation. The first one I found was named was Tenn-Tenn. He was uninterested in letting anyone hunt his earthly compatriots; he told me Uktena women had no place hunting his kind (though he seemed lying, and I did suggest that might be the case to him), and in any event, I wasn’t nimble enough, spry enough, or good enough hunter to catch a mountain goat anyhow.
He eventually got too annoyed and left, and I started to go down hill, when a raven visited me. I wasn’t sure it was Memory, until she started speaking to me, which removed all doubt. She told me to just fly down, but I was trying to show Tenn-Tenn (who could still see me) that I was good at climbing slopes without even using magic, so it took me a long time to get down to the bottom of the valley.
Maybe it’s the lard-ass bear rubbing off on me again, or maybe I’m just getting older (I think I’m 8 now…), but I couldn’t really work up the real rage to really lay into Memory for what she’d done. I chewed her out, and chewed her out again. It took a while to tell her how violated she made me feel, and how much she’d betrayed my trust. And how much she’d put everyone in danger by being exposed to the thoughts she had been. It took a while to communicate it all to her. She stands by what she did, and was worried I was slipping to the Horned Serpent, but was apologetic that she’d betrayed my trust like that, and promised to never do it again, not without asking me in the future.
I still feel like it’ll be a while before I can trust her again, but it’s definitely a good start.
I spent the remainder of the night sniffing for more mountain goat spirits, but nothing really stood out in the time I had left before sunrise. Work for another night.
