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The Great Hunt
Saturday, 21 June 2014 23:00It took us a while to make it back, the pathways between the umbral onion layers often being bizarre and complicated, but it was a safe trip back none the less. I separated from my cousin to go unpack in my new den, and barely caught any sleep before I had to be up and ready to go for the Great Hunt.
This year is about the most unprepared I’ve ever been. No talens, no fetishes, no silver dedicated. I could have asked Nersarta to help with making one, but even though he’d agree, I don’t think I’d ever ask him. Not unless the caern was on fire. And worse, my spirit is feeling taxed from the many bribes I’ve been making, and the wounds on my flank hadn’t healed. But someone has to go lead the Great Hunt, and if Fire Dancer is staying back to just guard…
( Meeting briefly with Dagny )
( The Hunt )
( Connections galore )
On the way out, I felt someone try to give me the urge to gather up one of the collars. And then again - not a coincidence. Nice try, Tail-Eater, but I’ve got some armour on my mind now. I’m writing this off as an innocent, obvious means of telling me he wanted it - a sort of messaging system, and not him trying to traipse around my brain clumsily.
I sent a message back to him that we should meet, and then settled in to rest in my retreat. Contact with the Nothing produced a series of nightmares that were almost a welcome respite from the normal ones about burning in flux. At least I have some variety in my horror.
This year is about the most unprepared I’ve ever been. No talens, no fetishes, no silver dedicated. I could have asked Nersarta to help with making one, but even though he’d agree, I don’t think I’d ever ask him. Not unless the caern was on fire. And worse, my spirit is feeling taxed from the many bribes I’ve been making, and the wounds on my flank hadn’t healed. But someone has to go lead the Great Hunt, and if Fire Dancer is staying back to just guard…
( Meeting briefly with Dagny )
( The Hunt )
( Connections galore )
On the way out, I felt someone try to give me the urge to gather up one of the collars. And then again - not a coincidence. Nice try, Tail-Eater, but I’ve got some armour on my mind now. I’m writing this off as an innocent, obvious means of telling me he wanted it - a sort of messaging system, and not him trying to traipse around my brain clumsily.
I sent a message back to him that we should meet, and then settled in to rest in my retreat. Contact with the Nothing produced a series of nightmares that were almost a welcome respite from the normal ones about burning in flux. At least I have some variety in my horror.
