Moots, Metis, Melodies, and other things that start with M
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littlesilvertipThis time, I didn’t go to sleep until late on purpose. I knew the moot was coming, so I spent the night working on the rune puzzle instead. I don’t think I’ve made any progress, though. I realized halfway through the night that I hadn’t made any progress with the cannibal - this puzzle keeps calling to me, taking up my attention.
Before the moot, I made more progress with my parka, and worked on getting sinew out of the elk my cousin and I killed - I’m starting to run short of basics like that. It’s tedious work, but it rests my mind. Not too much thinking like an ape. I enjoyed it a lot.
The moot was… well, as moots are. When we came to the cracking, a Metis Gnawer introduced itself. Dives-in-Dumpsters. He’s a vile thing; very disgusting He’s very new, and came to ‘see’ here. An odd reason. I became suspicious of him. Copperhead introduced herself, too. It’s clear she’s a she, based on her words. She still seems more snake than wolf. Next came news about Rogue being first ranked (which I already knew), and then more about the Scab fomori from Mourns-the-Living. Not my problem. I went up and let people know I was me, and I was back. I also let them know of my apology to Scar. And also, I mentioned that I was packless again. There may have been one or two interested people.
The Challenges were… interesting. Moosecalf challenged the blind metis for the second rank, and the other Black Furies became incensed. Their ugliest metis left. Their mechanical person went up and insulted him. Things started getting out of paw. The Fury elder calmed things down, a bit, though. Still, there was a lot of passion when we hunted the engling in the revel.
I saw the new Gnawer metis leave the moot, and I went to follow him. This time, I had a much better plan. I took homid, and went to shake the ugly thing’s hand like apes do. He suspected nothing; I am confident that he is not the cannibal. He was a story knife, so I talked to him extensively about scab news. He’s ugly. So ugly. But as I talked to him, I couldn’t help but like him a little. He also clearly knows his place. There are no good metis, but this one isn’t a horrible one. He promised to find more information for me, and we’d meet in a library. Library where? I don’t know which library he referred to. Shit.
About then, The Black Fury elder arrived, and I called for her. As the Gnawer left, I told her about the cannibal, since she is the other ranking philodox in the sept. I don’t know if she’s going to look into it, but I asked her to tell me if she learns anything. I think Scar is looking into it, but he is a winter wolf, and nearly done running his course. It would be good if younger blood, with the same rank, looked into it.
Shrouded Arrow is a good wolf person. I wish her bloodline stayed in my tribe like it should have. I wonder if I can lure her into packing with me? Probably not. I talked to her about her tribe’s problems with dominance, and how all the apes and metis should resolve things through challenges. It was very friendly. After a bit, I finally decided to ask her what she told the talon slayer, after she was changed. The Furies may be unbalanced, but I thought Shrouded Arrow might have some wisdom. I may have said too much about what had been weighing on my soul. She told me that I really should go to my sister for help about the things Shrouded-Arrow doesn’t understand - how I should be myself, but also like one of my people should be. It was good advice.
Afterwards, I went north to talk to Memory. Apparently she’s hiding near us, in the wilds, until things stop trying to hunt her. I finally got to talk to her about things I couldn’t talk about in front of Fire-Dancer - like having met the mage. She was upset that she didn’t get to introduce us. I understand her anger - it makes sense. I tried to let her know that I knew about Nicodemus being something other than a kin for a long time, but she denied ever having told fibs. I wasn’t going to argue with her. Ravens squawk so much, maybe they forget some of the things they’ve squawked about?
I asked Memory about the talen she was making to help me. Apparently it was just to help with the time problems. This was bad news, but I didn’t feel as awful as I thought I would have. I mentioned the cannibal to her, since she picks at the dead too, but she can’t help while she’s hunted.
We talked a bit about having our kin be killed by other kin, like apes trapping for fur, and somehow, this me to asking about how her people are made. I assumed it was in the normal way, but birds /do/ lay eggs. Apparently raven people aren’t born, but are melded with the souls of deceased raven people in a thing called a fetish egg. It must be done on the other breed - man to raven, raven to man. I think this would help the wolf people, if they had to breed with something other than their birthform. Good balance; we wouldn’t have Red Talons, either. But I’m glad we make more wolf people in the normal way.
This was apparently something weighing on her mind. One of the souls of her people was stolen, and is damaged. She wants it back; the thing she said she wanted to talk at me about earlier was about helping her. I agreed. She said she was going to summon the Sands of Time.
No.
No. I’m not doing that. No. I offered help with anything but that. I’m not working pure tritatic spirits. It’s stupid, and dangerous. They aren’t even our friends. Even if they say they do a thing, there’s no promise they will do it. No no no.
I think I got her to reconsider a small bit. I told her I’d help her with anything but. There aren’t enough raven people. But… I do not want there to be one less raven and one less wolf. Before I left, I asked her for the tail back, so I could make sure I could destroy it. She’d frozen it. How weird.
It’s too late to go to the scab tonight; I’m heading back to the lake to rest instead. And to destroy this last part of me. Hopefully, there’s no more pieces floating around that I don’t know about.
Before the moot, I made more progress with my parka, and worked on getting sinew out of the elk my cousin and I killed - I’m starting to run short of basics like that. It’s tedious work, but it rests my mind. Not too much thinking like an ape. I enjoyed it a lot.
The moot was… well, as moots are. When we came to the cracking, a Metis Gnawer introduced itself. Dives-in-Dumpsters. He’s a vile thing; very disgusting He’s very new, and came to ‘see’ here. An odd reason. I became suspicious of him. Copperhead introduced herself, too. It’s clear she’s a she, based on her words. She still seems more snake than wolf. Next came news about Rogue being first ranked (which I already knew), and then more about the Scab fomori from Mourns-the-Living. Not my problem. I went up and let people know I was me, and I was back. I also let them know of my apology to Scar. And also, I mentioned that I was packless again. There may have been one or two interested people.
The Challenges were… interesting. Moosecalf challenged the blind metis for the second rank, and the other Black Furies became incensed. Their ugliest metis left. Their mechanical person went up and insulted him. Things started getting out of paw. The Fury elder calmed things down, a bit, though. Still, there was a lot of passion when we hunted the engling in the revel.
I saw the new Gnawer metis leave the moot, and I went to follow him. This time, I had a much better plan. I took homid, and went to shake the ugly thing’s hand like apes do. He suspected nothing; I am confident that he is not the cannibal. He was a story knife, so I talked to him extensively about scab news. He’s ugly. So ugly. But as I talked to him, I couldn’t help but like him a little. He also clearly knows his place. There are no good metis, but this one isn’t a horrible one. He promised to find more information for me, and we’d meet in a library. Library where? I don’t know which library he referred to. Shit.
About then, The Black Fury elder arrived, and I called for her. As the Gnawer left, I told her about the cannibal, since she is the other ranking philodox in the sept. I don’t know if she’s going to look into it, but I asked her to tell me if she learns anything. I think Scar is looking into it, but he is a winter wolf, and nearly done running his course. It would be good if younger blood, with the same rank, looked into it.
Shrouded Arrow is a good wolf person. I wish her bloodline stayed in my tribe like it should have. I wonder if I can lure her into packing with me? Probably not. I talked to her about her tribe’s problems with dominance, and how all the apes and metis should resolve things through challenges. It was very friendly. After a bit, I finally decided to ask her what she told the talon slayer, after she was changed. The Furies may be unbalanced, but I thought Shrouded Arrow might have some wisdom. I may have said too much about what had been weighing on my soul. She told me that I really should go to my sister for help about the things Shrouded-Arrow doesn’t understand - how I should be myself, but also like one of my people should be. It was good advice.
Afterwards, I went north to talk to Memory. Apparently she’s hiding near us, in the wilds, until things stop trying to hunt her. I finally got to talk to her about things I couldn’t talk about in front of Fire-Dancer - like having met the mage. She was upset that she didn’t get to introduce us. I understand her anger - it makes sense. I tried to let her know that I knew about Nicodemus being something other than a kin for a long time, but she denied ever having told fibs. I wasn’t going to argue with her. Ravens squawk so much, maybe they forget some of the things they’ve squawked about?
I asked Memory about the talen she was making to help me. Apparently it was just to help with the time problems. This was bad news, but I didn’t feel as awful as I thought I would have. I mentioned the cannibal to her, since she picks at the dead too, but she can’t help while she’s hunted.
We talked a bit about having our kin be killed by other kin, like apes trapping for fur, and somehow, this me to asking about how her people are made. I assumed it was in the normal way, but birds /do/ lay eggs. Apparently raven people aren’t born, but are melded with the souls of deceased raven people in a thing called a fetish egg. It must be done on the other breed - man to raven, raven to man. I think this would help the wolf people, if they had to breed with something other than their birthform. Good balance; we wouldn’t have Red Talons, either. But I’m glad we make more wolf people in the normal way.
This was apparently something weighing on her mind. One of the souls of her people was stolen, and is damaged. She wants it back; the thing she said she wanted to talk at me about earlier was about helping her. I agreed. She said she was going to summon the Sands of Time.
No.
No. I’m not doing that. No. I offered help with anything but that. I’m not working pure tritatic spirits. It’s stupid, and dangerous. They aren’t even our friends. Even if they say they do a thing, there’s no promise they will do it. No no no.
I think I got her to reconsider a small bit. I told her I’d help her with anything but. There aren’t enough raven people. But… I do not want there to be one less raven and one less wolf. Before I left, I asked her for the tail back, so I could make sure I could destroy it. She’d frozen it. How weird.
It’s too late to go to the scab tonight; I’m heading back to the lake to rest instead. And to destroy this last part of me. Hopefully, there’s no more pieces floating around that I don’t know about.
