littlesilvertip

First thing first: No making sweeping life decisions while stoned. Maybe it was going to Maqi while doing that, but I got far higher than I expected to. I got so blasted out of my mind last night that I was saying all sorts of things to Unfinished-Business. I think I called her a yankee at one point, because her family was from the south. That doesn’t even make sense. I nearly ended up bawling my eyes out over her brother who got culled, and I didn’t even know the guy. I was tripping pretty hard. On the plus side, I was so mellow I got a decent enough night’s sleep.

( Preperations for the capture )

( It would be so easy to just let her go... )

Eventually, I managed to pull myself together enough to get her over towards Library by telling her I suspected she was garou, and I was too, and I wanted to talk in a place where the veil wasn’t at risk. It worked pretty well. I’m glad she didn’t read too much into my nervousness.

( Confronting the cannibal - a confession that isn't satisfying )
I swung by the Farmhouse on the way back (Edgewood, whatever). I ran into a weird-talking Glass Walker. Striker. He was… kinda beefy. He has cool colour markings as a wolf - black and brown. And he was super tall; usually all the Glass Walkers are sticks, if they’re that tall. We did some introductions, I swapped the news with him - I didn’t learn anything at all from him, but I told him about today’s development, and the rough outline of where I’d been for the last however long. He headed off to tell the urrah about the day’s events.

I tried to roll my sister’s questions around in my head again while I was a little less stoned, and I didn’t come to any grand conclusions.

( Trying to sus out my feelings when I'm not stoned )

Enough of that for now. I’m going to work on chores, study the mage mandala some more, and then try to get some early sleep. I can’t say I’m happy with how today turned out - Rebecca was bloody business - but there’s definitely some satisfaction in seeing the old ways lead me to one of my tribe’s old quarries.

Maybe it's self-fulfilling. I think "i'm not going to get any sleep" and so I make myself anxious. And when I'm anxious, I can't sleep. It's a thought.

Thoughts are another thing keeping me up.

( Emma and Turtle in the Morning... )

I was getting pretty cold, and my Parka wasn't finished, and would attract attention if it was (I don't see many people wearing nice stuff in the scab). Plus, what I really need for this weather is my gutskin jacket to keep me dry. I bought some more layers off of Fire-Dancer to keep me warm, but when I head back out into the rain, I find that the material didn't keep me warm when it was wet. I found a place where I could hunker and watch the cops, next to the pizza place, but I still got pretty wet.

( A kind soul )

( Why am I agreeing with a cannibal? )

( I'm not even sure what I'm doing anymore, just that Maddie is innocent. )

It's not wet. I'm standing in the water. The river. Turtle is near by, with his dog. I'll say hi again.