A day of (mostly) play; Silvertip likes kids.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014 23:00![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlesilvertipI think I might have had some nightmares, but I don’t remember them. I did get the best night’s sleep in what’s probably years, and was ready and rearing to go before the sun was out. I didn’t feel pain from muscle spasms, either. It took a while, but I did a few more chores, and studied the mage mandala some more. There’s something… elusive, here. Its systems of references are interesting. After that, I went to the caern to feel the grandmother’s warmth for a while. Afterwards I sniffed around for my sister, but ended up following an old trail by mistake, and wound up at Edgewood. It seemed as good of time as any for some tea, so I took homid and went inside for a bit.
Fire-Dancer did what she said earlier, and had brought her kid over to the farmhouse, and they were inside playing. She’s a cute kid - she’s got a few similarities with Fire-Dancer (she’s definitely got her face), but there’s no mistaking that she probably has a little of my people’s blood in her, and probably a few other tribes as well. Song-of-Vengence was also there, talking to Fire-Dancer, but Fire-Dancer’s daughter (Zoe) asked to play. It was stupid fun; she thought I talked funny (I told her /she/ talks funny), and we just goofed around until her maurluq came to take her. I might have agreed to play… Thor? I don’t know what playing Thor entails, though. I like kids.
After Fire-Dancer and her little Spark left, I went to get that cup of tea; Song-of-Vengence came in, asking what would happen to Rebecca. I don’t know, and I told her as much. It’s not like we’re law keepers. I did realize, then, that even if the law keepers were very kind, Rebecca is going to have to hide from her tribemates to avoid being killed. The Omega tribe takes cannibals in their ranks very seriously, and do not try to reform them. I didn’t really want to contemplate her fate - I feel a bit responsible for whatever happens to her, even though that doesn’t make sense at all.
The Fury asked to play a game, and that was a nice distraction for a while. Good puzzle, figuring out a new game. Keeps the wits sharp. We’re still playing that game, and she tells me I should enjoy being female. “Getting views that few have.” I didn’t maul her - the moon was nice and small. She backed down a bit, said that it was better than the alternative of being dead. This is true. She kept talking about it. She’s a Fury, so I guess this is to be expected, given their lack of balance. I really just want to play the game. She used Mind-Speak to try and reassure me that I’m still me, and I clamped down on that gift hard. Nope. Not now.
She seemed to get the message after the fact, offered to help out how she could. I got her help with some manufactured clothes (which reminds me, where did I leave my sweater?), but swore her to not telling the others. I want others taking me seriously.
I started telling her about what she missed at the moot (I’m no story teller, so it was going slowly) when she mentioned that Raging-Phoenix had been stabbed with a tool that made her unable to shift, and left her near dead. Apparently Yellow Horse still has the knife. I got pretty angry when I realized that no one thought they should tell me about this in the last month. Between that, the fact that a kin had to tell me about the Cannibal, people keep killing animals for me like I can’t hunt, and now this? I’m female, not a cripple. I started to take it out on the Fury, but she submitted - of a sorts. Finishing the game again helped me clear my head, and stop stewing over this.
I spent a while in the caern in the afternoon, meditating on spiritual matters (and the mage lore), and generally feeling the ebb of the grandmother’s heart. I was tempted to open the caern again - I’m itching to feel the caern’s tug - but I can’t do that without permission. I bet they’re going to want ‘reasons’ too, like spiritual exploration isn’t a reason enough! And there’s no gatekeeper at the moment, since Mouse is gone… now there’s a thought. No, first I should spend more time ‘back,’ before I go claiming positions. Plus, wasn’t I just talking about how I’m a warrior, and I shouldn’t be getting arrogant like I’m a different auspice?
On the other hand, I was gatekeeper for 6 years, and I know most of the rites.
Anyhow, I headed back to the tribal territory, and spent a little while longer studying, before I started getting hungry. I ran into Unfinished-Business at the lake, and made some apologies about being so incoherant at her. She seems to think Peyote is some horrible thing (but Alcohol is okay?) - wyrmbringer propaganda if I ever heard it. She wanted to know why I don’t leave tracks in the snow, and I told her it’s a secret from Uktena. She seemed pretty interested in the idea of an Uktena pack. She might be a candidate, if my cousin is fine.
We screwed around for a while, playing. All the time in the caern today has me feeling a little more hale, and a little more whole. Also, less time in homid helps, too. Afterwards, we went hunting for big game, but didn’t bag anything new. I found a few squirrels to kill, and that was pretty good. Day well spent.
Fire-Dancer did what she said earlier, and had brought her kid over to the farmhouse, and they were inside playing. She’s a cute kid - she’s got a few similarities with Fire-Dancer (she’s definitely got her face), but there’s no mistaking that she probably has a little of my people’s blood in her, and probably a few other tribes as well. Song-of-Vengence was also there, talking to Fire-Dancer, but Fire-Dancer’s daughter (Zoe) asked to play. It was stupid fun; she thought I talked funny (I told her /she/ talks funny), and we just goofed around until her maurluq came to take her. I might have agreed to play… Thor? I don’t know what playing Thor entails, though. I like kids.
After Fire-Dancer and her little Spark left, I went to get that cup of tea; Song-of-Vengence came in, asking what would happen to Rebecca. I don’t know, and I told her as much. It’s not like we’re law keepers. I did realize, then, that even if the law keepers were very kind, Rebecca is going to have to hide from her tribemates to avoid being killed. The Omega tribe takes cannibals in their ranks very seriously, and do not try to reform them. I didn’t really want to contemplate her fate - I feel a bit responsible for whatever happens to her, even though that doesn’t make sense at all.
The Fury asked to play a game, and that was a nice distraction for a while. Good puzzle, figuring out a new game. Keeps the wits sharp. We’re still playing that game, and she tells me I should enjoy being female. “Getting views that few have.” I didn’t maul her - the moon was nice and small. She backed down a bit, said that it was better than the alternative of being dead. This is true. She kept talking about it. She’s a Fury, so I guess this is to be expected, given their lack of balance. I really just want to play the game. She used Mind-Speak to try and reassure me that I’m still me, and I clamped down on that gift hard. Nope. Not now.
She seemed to get the message after the fact, offered to help out how she could. I got her help with some manufactured clothes (which reminds me, where did I leave my sweater?), but swore her to not telling the others. I want others taking me seriously.
I started telling her about what she missed at the moot (I’m no story teller, so it was going slowly) when she mentioned that Raging-Phoenix had been stabbed with a tool that made her unable to shift, and left her near dead. Apparently Yellow Horse still has the knife. I got pretty angry when I realized that no one thought they should tell me about this in the last month. Between that, the fact that a kin had to tell me about the Cannibal, people keep killing animals for me like I can’t hunt, and now this? I’m female, not a cripple. I started to take it out on the Fury, but she submitted - of a sorts. Finishing the game again helped me clear my head, and stop stewing over this.
I spent a while in the caern in the afternoon, meditating on spiritual matters (and the mage lore), and generally feeling the ebb of the grandmother’s heart. I was tempted to open the caern again - I’m itching to feel the caern’s tug - but I can’t do that without permission. I bet they’re going to want ‘reasons’ too, like spiritual exploration isn’t a reason enough! And there’s no gatekeeper at the moment, since Mouse is gone… now there’s a thought. No, first I should spend more time ‘back,’ before I go claiming positions. Plus, wasn’t I just talking about how I’m a warrior, and I shouldn’t be getting arrogant like I’m a different auspice?
On the other hand, I was gatekeeper for 6 years, and I know most of the rites.
Anyhow, I headed back to the tribal territory, and spent a little while longer studying, before I started getting hungry. I ran into Unfinished-Business at the lake, and made some apologies about being so incoherant at her. She seems to think Peyote is some horrible thing (but Alcohol is okay?) - wyrmbringer propaganda if I ever heard it. She wanted to know why I don’t leave tracks in the snow, and I told her it’s a secret from Uktena. She seemed pretty interested in the idea of an Uktena pack. She might be a candidate, if my cousin is fine.
We screwed around for a while, playing. All the time in the caern today has me feeling a little more hale, and a little more whole. Also, less time in homid helps, too. Afterwards, we went hunting for big game, but didn’t bag anything new. I found a few squirrels to kill, and that was pretty good. Day well spent.
