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Sharial comes out of the woods, her neck lathered and nostrils flared.
Her sides heave as she makes it to the edge of the clearing, and she
lowers her bearded muzzle.
Sharial(#2960Pcr)
Skittishly, this young mare regards you with greenish eyes under a
tangled, frothy forelock. Her legs are long and slim, crowned with
cloven hooves, and the tuff on her tail matches the billowing white of
her mane. Her short coat grows longer and tangled with grass stems
under her belly, in the manner of wild horses. The same sort of coarse
longer hair grows in a tuff at her chin. Her crowing touch is a
spiraling ivory horn from the center of her forehead, which catches
the least gleam of Luna's light.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph sits at the center, just off to the side. The
Wendigo is busy placing tiny, smooth, round stones into a circle near
the giant white pillar that is the heart of the caern. The reason for
all this seems uncertain, but he does the job with an absentminded
little hum at the back of his throat. The appearance of the spirit
draws his attention and he stops to watch her.
Sharial watches Joseph nervously for several long moments, whites
showing around her greenish eyes. As her breath quiets and Joseph
makes no move, she relaxes slighty. She glances behind her, then picks
up her pace past the wards into the caern center. She does not
approach the theurge directly.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph's eyes follow the unicorn spirit, a glitter of
appreciation for her beauty clear in them and in his small smile. He
makes no move that might frighten her away, but when the thought
occurs to him, he dares to reach slowly to the bundle he carries and
bring forth the small flute from within. Lifting it to his lips he
plays a small series of notes, to see what the mare will do.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph sits just off to the side of the great white
stone pillar that is the heart of the umbral caern. Before him is an
odd circle of small round stones, but at the moment the Wendigo plays
on a small flute, the unicorn spirit watching from a distance.
Sharial's ears prick forward at the music and she takes two steps
forward, toward the Wendigo. Nightflash gets a quick look, but
apparently his appearance isn't enough to drive her away.
[Nightflash(#3055)] Nightflash looks up from the edge of the small pool
at the base of the waterfall. He dips his eyes in submission before
the Wendigo, but it is his tribe's totem that gets most of the
Ahroun's attention.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph acknowledges the Gaian with a slight nod, all he
dares by way of greeting so as not to frighten the spirit. He returns
then to the flute, letting a soft, almost melancholy tune come from it
onto the umbral winds.
As the ahroun studies her, he can pick up the nervous gestures of ears
and tail unlike most of Unicorn's peaceful brood and the drying froth
on her withers and neck. Still, the music seems to have calmed her, as
she dares yet another two steps forward.
[Nightflash(#3055)] Nightflash remains a good distance from the other
two present, sitting back to watch and listen in silence.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph's music continues, an unhurried melody that
brings with it a feeling of homesickness, or nostalgia. The Wendigo
lifts his eyes to the spirit while he plays, and with a nod of his
head, invites her still closer.
Sharial finally stops two or three body lengths from Joseph, lowering
her head slightly. *Sad. You sing sad.*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph brings the music of the flute to a close, his
hands falling slowly to his lap as the notes die off. He offers the
spirit a ghostlike smile, answering, *Saddness is not always bad.*
Sharial shakes her mane, glancing toward the Gaian ahroun in reflex, as
if checking that he hasn't moved. *I don't like sad. Empty.*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph glances over at Nightflash, and then returns his
attention to the nervous unicorn, offering his flute again. *You would
like something else?*
Sharial whickers. *Yes.* She raises her head, looking out to the forest
with her green eyes, the light of the moon refracting off her horn.
*Cover the wind. I don't like what it says.*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph sets the flute again to his lips, after a quick,
brighter smile. The song that comes forth now brings the warmth of
spring with its bright, quick harmony. A promise of rebirth, after
winter's long slumber.
[Nightflash(#3055)] Nightflash listens to the song quietly, adding his
own voice to the music on occasion. Otherwise, he just watches and
listens.
Sharial swishes her tail, as she listens to the change in the song. The
melody seems to tug at her, and she begins to prance in time. Her mane
froths over her neck in a white cloud, and her tuffed tail stands from
her slender body. The howls don't seem to trouble her. Once, she
neighs in a clear, belling sound.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph's eyes show their delight as the spirit, and the
other garou, join in the song. He varies the rhythm, adding vibrant
and irregular flights to the music. Always, he returns to the basic
song, set a little quicker now.
Sharial's pace quickens accordingly. Her clean, sure movements, so
unlike her nervous fretting, show clearer than words why unicorns are
the embodiment of grace in human legends. Her horn begins to glow,
faintly.
[Nightflash(#3055)] Nightflash finally asks Joseph, Who is she?
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph is unwilling to stop the music, and gives the
Gaian garou a slight shrug. The unicorn's glowing horn does bring a
small falter to the Wendigo's rhythm, but he quickly recovers.
Sharial's dance slows, and she turns that horned head toward Nightflash.
As the lupus grows silent again, she does not speak, but she also
stops the dance. Her head is higher than when she first approached
Joseph, and she is closer--almost close enough to touch, if he dared.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph does, the Wendigo's eyes filled with wonder as he
lifts a hand toward the grey-white muzzle of the mare. He moves
slowly, and with respect to her speed, agility, and nature.
Sharial's skin shivers under the touch, and she only stands under it a
moment. Her coat is like rough velvet, and warm in the cold winter
air. Then she takes a couple of steps, shying to one side. Still,
she's close enough to the theurge to let him know he didn't offend too
badly.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph's smile widens, a light laugh escaping the young
theurge. *You honor me.*
Sharial turns her narrow nose back to the theurge. *You covered the
wind.* She then raises her head and takes in a gulp of air,the wide
teeth of a grazer evident briefly. Her ears tilt back, and she stamps
a feathered hind foot.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph drops his hand back, once again, and nods to the
spirit. *And would again, anytime you wish.*
Sharial whickers at that, and lowers her head a fraction. The glow of
the pearled horn fades, though the moonlight still catches on its
reflective surface.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph sits not far from the white stone pillar, a small
circle of stones before him and a flute in his hands. The unicorn
spirit is not far off. The Wendigo speaks in the manner of spirits,
*What brings one of the Mother's pure Daughters here?*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker materializes, nose twitching. Her eyes
widen as she sees the unicorn, and she freezes.
Sharial again looks out at the forest, the restlessness coming back on
her. *Feels good, here. And you are protectors. The cat isn't.* Her
ears lay back, briefly, and then she glances at the new arrival. She
steps a few paces away. *I don't want to go.*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker says, quietly, *Then do not. Stay. I am
no threat.* she flicks an ear toward the Wendigo. *He and I are
friends.*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph seems about to ask about this cat, but the
unicorn's reaction draws his attention to Lightseeker. With a small
smile, he shows the turth of her words, and nods to the spirit. *She
will not harm you.*
*She smells like blood, and the hunter bond,* says the unicorn. *But she
is not the taste on the wind.*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker pads a step or two closer. *I am a
hunter, at times. I have to be. What is the taste on the wind, may I
ask?*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph looks slightly puzzled by the spirit's words, and
asks the same question Lightseeker does, about the same time.
Sharial's forefeet begin to beat a nervous thrum on the earth, and she
again backs up. *The wind. You covered the wind. But now I taste.
Another is gone. Another.*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker stops where she is, and changes
subjects. *What cat?*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph does not seem to want to change the subject, but
he does not interject another question on top of Lightseeker's. He
merely frowns, thoughtfully.
Sharial's rounded ears swivel at Lightseeker. She continues her nervous
motions, but she does not flee--yet. *The cat. The cat that would
drink at my pool. Like you.*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker's glance slides to Joseph, and she
practically radiates confusion.
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph meets Lightseeker's gaze, and shakes his heaed as
if to say he's just as lost. Then, a dawning comes to his dark eyes
and he asks of the spirit, *You mean the cat-shifter, in her realm not
far from here?*
Sharial whickers. *Yes.* She glances toward the forest again, her hooves
beginning to cut up the soil as the cloven edges come down again and
again in her agitated stomping.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker's gaze sharpens on Joseph, as she
obviously didn't know about the Bastet. Shaking her ruff, she looks
back to the unicorn, curiosity in full flower. *She does not protect?*
Sharial answers distractedly, *She is not a protector. That is the
wolf-children. Wolf. Blood and anger, but protection.* Her skin
shudders. *Protect me from the wind.*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph hesitantly lifts the flute to again play for the
spirit, but a question holds him up a moment, *The cat has done some
harm to you, Daughter?*
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker says, slightly after the Wendigo,
*Wind?*
Sharial's rolling green eyes go to the Wendigo. *What? No, no. I came
because I don't want to go. But I want my pool. Mine. The others will
take it. I hide from the wind. But the wind tells me. She's gone. She
and he. Taste the wind. It knows.* She rears, now, belling her
distress with another clear neigh. Her hooves lash the air.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker says, hesitantly, *Take it? May we aid
you somehow?*
[Joseph(#2629)] Joseph's expression loses most of its mirth, and a
measure of confusion knits his brow. He looks to see if Lightseeker
understod more of that than he did, and her question draws his
attention back to the spirit. Putting away his flute, the Wendigo
slowly and carefully takes the wolf, to more keenly sense the umbral
winds.
Sharial begins to run around the wards of the caern, like a horse in a
corral. Her mane streams behind her. The winds smell normal, cold,
with a hint of snow and wolf. Whatever the unicorn is speaking of--if
she is not merely touched--it's not easily perceptible to Garou
senses.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker glances again to Joseph, and then tells
the Unicorn, *You may stay here, if you like. Harm will not come to
you, within this place.*
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher chuffs an agreement with Lightseeker,
the Wendigo looking mildly concerned for the spirit, though he makes
no outward move.
Sharial continues to run around and around the caern. Either homid might
be reminded of a ball twirled around in the air by a string; only the
barest thread seems to keep her from bolting into the night with fear.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker could use Command Spirit on her. But I
dislike using it on any but Wyrm creatures. I... do not understand.
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher's ears twitch, but he leaves the
unicorn spirit to her own mood, not trying to interfere, or question
her more. If she needs help, she would ask, wouldn't she?
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker would hope she would. And I did offer
it to her.
Sharial doesn't slow. Lather begins to touch her body again, as she runs
out her fear.
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher, careful to not get near enough to be
lashed by the dangerous cloved hooves of the spirit, begins a hesitant
prance to follow her. He lets a slow, musical howl escape him in an
attempt to calm the spirit with music, as he did earlier.
Sharial seems beyond calming, now. Finally, with a piercing cry, the
string finally breaks. The unicorn shears off to one side and
disappears into the forest.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker stays where she is, moving her body to
watch the spirit's gallop, howling a soft counterpoint to the
Wendigo's song. She stops, confusion writ upon her features, once the
Unicorn flees.
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher comes to a stop, as well, and settles
down to the ground with a huff. Fickle ones, those.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker says, Indeed. That one has more fear
than most I know, though.
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher readily agrees, and remains puzzled
over it. It might do to visit the cat, and see if she knows about this
pool.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker says, quite readily. That sounds like a
fine idea to me. I have never yet met a cat shifter...
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher has not either, actually. I meant to,
but..getting off the bawn isn't easy these days.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker cocks her head. Oh. Yes. Gatekeeper.
Can you get off at all?
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher can, and does, when there is need.
Peacekeeper is very good to me about such things. He covers for me,
and I in turn do the hunting other chores, for us both. His tongue
lolls, amused.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker looks amused, as well. Will he cover
for you to go meet a cat?
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher's ears swivel thoughtfully. It would
depend, I think. He knows, I think, this spirit of his tribe is
around. I am not sure what /else/ he knows. He may want to talk to the
cat himself. I will speak with him about it, in any case.
[Lightseeker(#3458)] Lightseeker will... wait, for a time, to talk to
this cat shifter. I would...be pleased to do it with you.
[Soulcatcher(#2629)] Soulcatcher will seek you, when PEacekeeper has
decided. If he leaves it to me, your company would be a pleasure.
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