Checkup: Magic 8 Ball says 'Don't count on it.'
Monday, 9 June 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipResearch and chores. I’m flipping through the tome from the Verbena, looking for anything that’d help with Fells the Wyrm. So far, there’s some interesting ideas that might help point the way. At the same time, I looked for anything that’ll help me. I’m confident there’s nothing. Nothing at all. I don’t even know how I feel about that anymore.
I also did more reading about the house, and it’s problems. I spent some time watching the fire. All I could come to the conclusion on was what it wasn’t. It’s like the problem is… nothing. It doesn’t exist, except that it clearly does. I’m increasingly sure it’s not ghosts. I need to go see in person, though.
All that research took up most of the day, and doing some maintenance on the new den for storing the wyrm waste took the rest. I didn’t have enough time to meditate on spiritual matters, and refresh my spirit before it was already night, and time visit Tail-Eater again. It’s a long enough walk from the den to Tail Eater that I had time to think - I didn’t have a choice in thinking. My head’s been buzzing for months now. I thought a bit about the Fenrir’s problem, but mostly? I thought about what I was going over there to do. I wondered if I really cared what Tail-Eater found.
Easy enough to answer soon. I came on him while he was doing a fancy teleportation trick to scratch his own back. I’m a little jealous. That’s the first thing I’ve seen that I can’t think of a way to do it myself. He teleported around some rocks for me. It was neat. But then, business: He had his spirit guide guard while he repeated much of the examination as before (he didn’t use circles, and said they didn’t help. Interesting. I thought they were ritual aides). It took forever, and it was starting to get hard to lay still for him. Finally, he came to a conclusion: The second tail isn’t coming back. But I’m probably staying this way for the foreseeable future. Not without us doing something proactively.
Maybe I’m too tired to care. Or maybe I don’t care anymore. Or maybe I already thought this was the case from Ila. Or maybe I feel let down by the book being not useful, and that’s changing how this smells to me. I don’t know. Which ever it is, it wasn’t too horrible to hear. It’s not like I have a bane in my head eating my brain. And I’m starting to feel comfortable in my body.
I mentioned the part about it not being as bad as Fells the Wyrm’s problem, and Tail-Eater got concerned I meant Fire-Dancer. I assured him it wasn’t; it took a minute to outline her problem to him. He seemed interested, but, well, he’s as busy as me. Something I said reminded him to warn me that he knew where Beast-of-War was going to raise hell in the scab. He offered to call some of the kin, and I said I’d get the rest. Things he said about calling kin re-affirmed my suspicions about Mouse’s words, and I asked him - no, he’s not actually a Kin. I think he worried I’d think less of him not being related to wolf people by blood (like I’d stop being interested in magic!), but I told him my tribe had a long history of adopting in peoples.
The look that made me think he was too busy was reaffirmed when he mentioned he was too good at being kin - saying there are other kin out there for food, money, and breeding. I offered to tell Fire-Dancer he didn’t want to mate with her anymore. Suddenly he said he had time for it again. I started to head back, when he offered to fly me back. I was going to tell him that I could fly on my own, but I was curious, and let him instead.
He flies much faster than me. I’m a little jealous. But I bet he can’t do that same trick in the animal lands!
I also did more reading about the house, and it’s problems. I spent some time watching the fire. All I could come to the conclusion on was what it wasn’t. It’s like the problem is… nothing. It doesn’t exist, except that it clearly does. I’m increasingly sure it’s not ghosts. I need to go see in person, though.
All that research took up most of the day, and doing some maintenance on the new den for storing the wyrm waste took the rest. I didn’t have enough time to meditate on spiritual matters, and refresh my spirit before it was already night, and time visit Tail-Eater again. It’s a long enough walk from the den to Tail Eater that I had time to think - I didn’t have a choice in thinking. My head’s been buzzing for months now. I thought a bit about the Fenrir’s problem, but mostly? I thought about what I was going over there to do. I wondered if I really cared what Tail-Eater found.
Easy enough to answer soon. I came on him while he was doing a fancy teleportation trick to scratch his own back. I’m a little jealous. That’s the first thing I’ve seen that I can’t think of a way to do it myself. He teleported around some rocks for me. It was neat. But then, business: He had his spirit guide guard while he repeated much of the examination as before (he didn’t use circles, and said they didn’t help. Interesting. I thought they were ritual aides). It took forever, and it was starting to get hard to lay still for him. Finally, he came to a conclusion: The second tail isn’t coming back. But I’m probably staying this way for the foreseeable future. Not without us doing something proactively.
Maybe I’m too tired to care. Or maybe I don’t care anymore. Or maybe I already thought this was the case from Ila. Or maybe I feel let down by the book being not useful, and that’s changing how this smells to me. I don’t know. Which ever it is, it wasn’t too horrible to hear. It’s not like I have a bane in my head eating my brain. And I’m starting to feel comfortable in my body.
I mentioned the part about it not being as bad as Fells the Wyrm’s problem, and Tail-Eater got concerned I meant Fire-Dancer. I assured him it wasn’t; it took a minute to outline her problem to him. He seemed interested, but, well, he’s as busy as me. Something I said reminded him to warn me that he knew where Beast-of-War was going to raise hell in the scab. He offered to call some of the kin, and I said I’d get the rest. Things he said about calling kin re-affirmed my suspicions about Mouse’s words, and I asked him - no, he’s not actually a Kin. I think he worried I’d think less of him not being related to wolf people by blood (like I’d stop being interested in magic!), but I told him my tribe had a long history of adopting in peoples.
The look that made me think he was too busy was reaffirmed when he mentioned he was too good at being kin - saying there are other kin out there for food, money, and breeding. I offered to tell Fire-Dancer he didn’t want to mate with her anymore. Suddenly he said he had time for it again. I started to head back, when he offered to fly me back. I was going to tell him that I could fly on my own, but I was curious, and let him instead.
He flies much faster than me. I’m a little jealous. But I bet he can’t do that same trick in the animal lands!
