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Saturday, 7 February 2015 22:48I haven't touched this thing in six months - a combination of being too busy and not being interested when I wasn't busy. Reflection prompted me, reminded me that I had this laying around, so... I guess here's the half a year update.
Most of my attention? It's been focused on the Nothing. I spent more time researching it. Not successfully, I might add. How many dead ends can I run down? I all but smacked myself in the forehead when Memory pointed out the caern of the end of days. Their totem was magpie; I should have seen the link. I'd been blind. Earth whisperer told me he had a lead, and I left Nunam to run it down with him. Months in the Canadian North looking for answers, only to find dead end after dead end. I left my family for nothing, and my cousin is bitter we didn't take her.
My family: I went back to them for a month. They thought I was dead, and explaining things was... well, it didn't go as well as I hoped. Someone - I think it was Old white Fox? - cracked a joke that every time I came back I looked different, and next time I returned I'd be a six foot tall weasel. There's some truth to that. Not the weasel bit. One of the Hunts, Eddy... I started getting close to him, and I found myself... liking him. Really liking him. Then the reality of the situation set in on us, and he grew cold. My mom took things in a little better stride. She's still pretty formal with me, but this time I feel like a dam broke. She was more... joking, at times. More relaxed than I've seen her. She's proud that the family has two fourth ranked warriors, though she'd wishes I'd be more like Jacinta. I got that feeling from lots of people. "Oh, you're doing great. A fourth ranked real person? Protects our values? That's great. Just wish you were wendigo, and not a secret hoarder."
Esther patched things over with her own mom while I was out. I heard it went... okay. She'd be welcome home, if she decided to leave The Sept of the Three, at least. I went out with family while she did, with wilfred and Beverlyanne, their mates, and Joshua. Joshua'll shape up to be a great hunter, I'm sure. A real provider. It felt like some people were disappointed he was part indian, but maybe I was imagining things. Anyhow, I'm real proud of my nephew. It got me thinking one day I'd love to have my own son, and he'd do better than me. He'd be part white, but that'd be better than as white as I am. That'd been on my mind a lot - lots of people with new kids, I guess. Esther isn't even half as interested. I think she's a little intimidated by the thought. I am too, but Esther... eh.
Esther. After I returned from Canada, the cold shoulder from my cousin. She was offended that I didn't bring her with me. She pretended like she accepted my apology. I suggested it was time for cliath to challenge, and she did. But it was so... bloody. Thoughtless. I'm disappointed. Every time we talk, she goes on about just mauling the enemy. She's been drifting more and more from her thirst for knowledge. I wonder if I've made a mistake, inviting her into a wisdom pack. Not that long ago, we had a big fight about her attitude towards subtlety. I hadn't talked to her since. I've been avoiding her, and I think she's been avoiding me. I want to make things right with her, and put her on the right track towards wisdom, but I'm not sure how.
The thing Reflection reminded me - the reason I remembered to write in here - was it's been a year since I came back from the deep umbra. Things are definitely... different. But they feel more right to me than they did before. I've found time to dwelve into amazing secrets, even if I had some major stumbles during the time. I brought back the codex, and learned how to even use it (mostly). I've learnt more of the machinations of mages than I imagined I could in a year. I feel like I'm on the cusp of major breakthroughs in my understanding of magics, and my understanding of the tellurian. I would hesitate to say so to his face, but I feel I have a new friend in the warper, one that understands the thirst for knowledge. And one that, if nothing else, gives me one more person to talk my people's tongue with. It's almost a shame he's white. But the big problems? The pressing problems for the sept? I'm no closer to solving them than I was a year ago.
Most of my attention? It's been focused on the Nothing. I spent more time researching it. Not successfully, I might add. How many dead ends can I run down? I all but smacked myself in the forehead when Memory pointed out the caern of the end of days. Their totem was magpie; I should have seen the link. I'd been blind. Earth whisperer told me he had a lead, and I left Nunam to run it down with him. Months in the Canadian North looking for answers, only to find dead end after dead end. I left my family for nothing, and my cousin is bitter we didn't take her.
My family: I went back to them for a month. They thought I was dead, and explaining things was... well, it didn't go as well as I hoped. Someone - I think it was Old white Fox? - cracked a joke that every time I came back I looked different, and next time I returned I'd be a six foot tall weasel. There's some truth to that. Not the weasel bit. One of the Hunts, Eddy... I started getting close to him, and I found myself... liking him. Really liking him. Then the reality of the situation set in on us, and he grew cold. My mom took things in a little better stride. She's still pretty formal with me, but this time I feel like a dam broke. She was more... joking, at times. More relaxed than I've seen her. She's proud that the family has two fourth ranked warriors, though she'd wishes I'd be more like Jacinta. I got that feeling from lots of people. "Oh, you're doing great. A fourth ranked real person? Protects our values? That's great. Just wish you were wendigo, and not a secret hoarder."
Esther patched things over with her own mom while I was out. I heard it went... okay. She'd be welcome home, if she decided to leave The Sept of the Three, at least. I went out with family while she did, with wilfred and Beverlyanne, their mates, and Joshua. Joshua'll shape up to be a great hunter, I'm sure. A real provider. It felt like some people were disappointed he was part indian, but maybe I was imagining things. Anyhow, I'm real proud of my nephew. It got me thinking one day I'd love to have my own son, and he'd do better than me. He'd be part white, but that'd be better than as white as I am. That'd been on my mind a lot - lots of people with new kids, I guess. Esther isn't even half as interested. I think she's a little intimidated by the thought. I am too, but Esther... eh.
Esther. After I returned from Canada, the cold shoulder from my cousin. She was offended that I didn't bring her with me. She pretended like she accepted my apology. I suggested it was time for cliath to challenge, and she did. But it was so... bloody. Thoughtless. I'm disappointed. Every time we talk, she goes on about just mauling the enemy. She's been drifting more and more from her thirst for knowledge. I wonder if I've made a mistake, inviting her into a wisdom pack. Not that long ago, we had a big fight about her attitude towards subtlety. I hadn't talked to her since. I've been avoiding her, and I think she's been avoiding me. I want to make things right with her, and put her on the right track towards wisdom, but I'm not sure how.
The thing Reflection reminded me - the reason I remembered to write in here - was it's been a year since I came back from the deep umbra. Things are definitely... different. But they feel more right to me than they did before. I've found time to dwelve into amazing secrets, even if I had some major stumbles during the time. I brought back the codex, and learned how to even use it (mostly). I've learnt more of the machinations of mages than I imagined I could in a year. I feel like I'm on the cusp of major breakthroughs in my understanding of magics, and my understanding of the tellurian. I would hesitate to say so to his face, but I feel I have a new friend in the warper, one that understands the thirst for knowledge. And one that, if nothing else, gives me one more person to talk my people's tongue with. It's almost a shame he's white. But the big problems? The pressing problems for the sept? I'm no closer to solving them than I was a year ago.
