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littlesilvertipHeaded for a long trot, to clear my head, and consider some of the things I’d read. Try to put them together into a cohesive view of ‘magic’ as mages work them. Again, I have the problem of not enough information. There’s always some key secret that’s keeping me from understanding how they work, from really getting what makes a mage a mage (or a Jedi, in Tail-Eater’s case). I’m a smart woman. Surely I can figure this out if some random human can.
I was better way to the farmhouse (Edgewood, whatever) when I smelled a stranger on the bawn. At first I wondered if she was the Fianna Unfinished Business spoke of the day before. I saw this woman, very skinny like she’s a bad hunter, with hair as red as mine used to be. Could be Fianna! I could feel her having magic around her - I managed to identify it as ritual magic - which removed ‘wandering human’ from the list of possibilities. She startled when I snuck up on her, but said she was the new Child of the Grandmother that was announced at one of the moots. Ah, right.
I asked her to take another form (if only so I could smell her ass and her scent gland), and she took the form of this red thing… like Three Blades used to look. But she’s white in her ape form. Odd! I’d ask Three-Blades where that came from, if she was still here… Anyhow, after I introduced myself, she seemed honoured to meet me - glad they howl my stories up north! Of course, she was confused that I wasn’t a boy, but we got past that quickly as she affirmed I was, in fact, a woman. She shared her food (I ate her chicken, but not her chocolate), and she started asking me questions about my tribe.
She wanted to know about our herbs. I was a little vague, since she’s first ranked, and I’m not going to tell her about everything so easily. She wants to know about stuff that’ll bring us closer to the grandmother (aside from sex? Good luck), and I told her that’s not what we use them for. She offered me tea, and even though she didn’t have chi or jaguar leaf tea, I accepted not to be rude. I had some jaguar leaf at the same time, to help with the bitter. She had more small questions to ask, and I rewarded her curiosity with a few answers. She was pretty honoured to have tea with me, which is nice. I wonder if Peace Keeper had been talking about me…
I did talk a bit about my family, here, and my family in Clear Water (Suddenly, I want to see them very much…). I mentioned their scars, and their glory, and how proud I am of both. She mentioned having some scars, and I asked to see hers; one of them looked deep, and over her womb. I asked if she could have pups, and she said no. That feels… incredibly tragic. I’m so sorry for her. She asked if I had any, and I was embarrassed and had to say no. I need some. I want some. Just… I need to get over these stupid thoughts in my head. I cut it short after that, and went out to go clear my head of the turmoil the small question put there.
I started wandering north, where I ran into another odd scent. A human, far off in the woods. Fresh. I started following it, and found someone sitting on a stump, carving a bow. Is it… is it weird? I’ve never been more jealous in my life. She was beautiful. I wanted to be her so badly. Dumb, I know, right? But… perfect skin, vibrant red hair, a wonderful voice, a perfect body… I hate her. I hate her on principle. I wish I was half as good looking. She was so beautiful, and since she was carving a bow, I suspected… yes, magic again. At first I thought it was one of the little people, in a big guise. But I realized who it was - the new Fianna Unfinished Business talked about. Called to her by her tribe, and she responded. I was right.
This was too perfect. All these ideas about time I’d been reading about, now to test some of them. I asked her about her sensations, and about how she saw things around. I used my gift to sense magic again and again - nothing beyond minor ritual magic. She didn’t answer my questions in Mother’s Tongue, which is a problem. She talks different. I had a hard time understanding her. I checked for unusual spirits around her. None. She kept answering my questions in a way I only half-understood. Eventually, she managed to realize (after me telling her a few times!) I didn’t understand her, and she took crinos.
If she’s entangled with the past, either she isn’t having her sense warped by it, or she was, but that effect decayed already. I’m not sure which. I’m not sure I could sense time energy as anything, but I’d think it’d come up as wyld taint or wyld effects, like it did on me, and I didn’t sense any of that. She also wasn’t unstuck from time like me, and seemed to be experiencing it all at the same rate. So, everything the book claimed about time was… well, maybe it’s not wrong, but I couldn’t prove it right.
Eventually, I got tired of dealing with her and left, but I promised myself I’ll come back tomorrow to pick up some hair. I want to examine it. I’ll go back tomorrow to do so.
I shouldn't have brought up the Child of the Grandmother's battle scar. I'm thinking about pups again. I tried doing some writing, some reading, some chores... thought of them keep poking into my mind. Maybe it's just that time of year, when they'd be born, is why.
I was better way to the farmhouse (Edgewood, whatever) when I smelled a stranger on the bawn. At first I wondered if she was the Fianna Unfinished Business spoke of the day before. I saw this woman, very skinny like she’s a bad hunter, with hair as red as mine used to be. Could be Fianna! I could feel her having magic around her - I managed to identify it as ritual magic - which removed ‘wandering human’ from the list of possibilities. She startled when I snuck up on her, but said she was the new Child of the Grandmother that was announced at one of the moots. Ah, right.
I asked her to take another form (if only so I could smell her ass and her scent gland), and she took the form of this red thing… like Three Blades used to look. But she’s white in her ape form. Odd! I’d ask Three-Blades where that came from, if she was still here… Anyhow, after I introduced myself, she seemed honoured to meet me - glad they howl my stories up north! Of course, she was confused that I wasn’t a boy, but we got past that quickly as she affirmed I was, in fact, a woman. She shared her food (I ate her chicken, but not her chocolate), and she started asking me questions about my tribe.
She wanted to know about our herbs. I was a little vague, since she’s first ranked, and I’m not going to tell her about everything so easily. She wants to know about stuff that’ll bring us closer to the grandmother (aside from sex? Good luck), and I told her that’s not what we use them for. She offered me tea, and even though she didn’t have chi or jaguar leaf tea, I accepted not to be rude. I had some jaguar leaf at the same time, to help with the bitter. She had more small questions to ask, and I rewarded her curiosity with a few answers. She was pretty honoured to have tea with me, which is nice. I wonder if Peace Keeper had been talking about me…
I did talk a bit about my family, here, and my family in Clear Water (Suddenly, I want to see them very much…). I mentioned their scars, and their glory, and how proud I am of both. She mentioned having some scars, and I asked to see hers; one of them looked deep, and over her womb. I asked if she could have pups, and she said no. That feels… incredibly tragic. I’m so sorry for her. She asked if I had any, and I was embarrassed and had to say no. I need some. I want some. Just… I need to get over these stupid thoughts in my head. I cut it short after that, and went out to go clear my head of the turmoil the small question put there.
I started wandering north, where I ran into another odd scent. A human, far off in the woods. Fresh. I started following it, and found someone sitting on a stump, carving a bow. Is it… is it weird? I’ve never been more jealous in my life. She was beautiful. I wanted to be her so badly. Dumb, I know, right? But… perfect skin, vibrant red hair, a wonderful voice, a perfect body… I hate her. I hate her on principle. I wish I was half as good looking. She was so beautiful, and since she was carving a bow, I suspected… yes, magic again. At first I thought it was one of the little people, in a big guise. But I realized who it was - the new Fianna Unfinished Business talked about. Called to her by her tribe, and she responded. I was right.
This was too perfect. All these ideas about time I’d been reading about, now to test some of them. I asked her about her sensations, and about how she saw things around. I used my gift to sense magic again and again - nothing beyond minor ritual magic. She didn’t answer my questions in Mother’s Tongue, which is a problem. She talks different. I had a hard time understanding her. I checked for unusual spirits around her. None. She kept answering my questions in a way I only half-understood. Eventually, she managed to realize (after me telling her a few times!) I didn’t understand her, and she took crinos.
If she’s entangled with the past, either she isn’t having her sense warped by it, or she was, but that effect decayed already. I’m not sure which. I’m not sure I could sense time energy as anything, but I’d think it’d come up as wyld taint or wyld effects, like it did on me, and I didn’t sense any of that. She also wasn’t unstuck from time like me, and seemed to be experiencing it all at the same rate. So, everything the book claimed about time was… well, maybe it’s not wrong, but I couldn’t prove it right.
Eventually, I got tired of dealing with her and left, but I promised myself I’ll come back tomorrow to pick up some hair. I want to examine it. I’ll go back tomorrow to do so.
I shouldn't have brought up the Child of the Grandmother's battle scar. I'm thinking about pups again. I tried doing some writing, some reading, some chores... thought of them keep poking into my mind. Maybe it's just that time of year, when they'd be born, is why.
