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Though not as many spirits as in the center of the caern, small shapes
still go about their business in the dim island umbra. Neither Garou
can see well, and Quiet shifts quickly to the war form even in the
heart of her territory. She motions toward a glimmer over the water.
~That is the purity spirit once bound in THorn. It is always here.
Stay close while I call Jade, my totem.~
Clouded Sky looks out over the water, entranced by the notion of the
spirit bound by one she has heard so much about, yet never had the
opportunity to know during his time. She moves close to the Gaian, but
remains in her natural form, waiting patiently and with excitement
clear in the cast to her ears and the curl of her tail.
Quiet stands stock-still, staring over the water, for some time. Most of
the sounds of the spirits are benign, with darkness not being the
handicap to a wolf that lack of sound and smell would be. But some
sounds echo across the water that raise the hackles: a slow hiss, the
sound of breaking branches, the drag of something huge through brush.
Even in the center of a pack's territory in the woods, the Umbra is
not totally safe during new moon. The purity spirit flits closer,
lighting the air with its glow. Like a lune, it seems to have no true
body under the glow, but it's too bright to let one see well.
Finally, a more natural hiss--like that of a snake--breaks the silence
between the two Garou. A brightly-colored serpent threads between
Clouded Sky's legs, as quick as thought, and then seems to swim
through the air to loop around Quiet. It seems not the least disturbed
by her form. *You called,* says the Uktena spirit through its dancing
hiss, which is all Clouded Sky hears.
Clouded Sky watches, transfixed, half-closing her eyes at the
brightness.
Clouded Sky lifts one paw in a startled reaction to the snake moving
between her legs. She otherwise remains still, though her attention is
now focused on the snake, rather than the bright spot out over the
water.
Quiet nods her head, though she doesn't otherwise move, letting the
spirit dance her threading path around her body. *Yes,* she says,
though Clouded Sky understands her words for an oddly-inflected
version of the Mother tongue. *I called you for this one.* Jade
untangles herself gracefully and swims toward the Wendigo. She floats
at eye level, lidless eyes staring into the lupus's pupils. This
close, Clouded Sky can smell, if not really see, the few feathers that
cling to Jade's skin. *This one? She doesn't look like one that would
follow me. She bears another mark.*
Clouded Sky's tail and head are lowered slightly in supplication as she
submits to inspection by the spirit. Still, her ears pull forward as
she is as curious about the spirit as it may be about her.
Quiet's ears splay, even as she shakes her head solemnly. *No, she comes
asking to learn a gift.* Another exchange where Clouded Sky hears only
half the conversation. *No, not that. She wants to learn to speak to
you.* The snake slithers forward then, threading through Clouded Sky's
fur with the odd pulling of scale as she parts it. She then pulls back
and goes back to Quiet, dancing in front of the theurge as she hisses.
The totem jaggling doesn't look back at Clouded Sky as she tells her
follower, *She doesn't smell right. Too big, too much Luna's. No.*
Quiet bows her head once, then speaks to Clouded Sky. ~She says no.~ The
theurge breaks her gaze with her totem to look down at the wolf. ~I
think she senses what the other spirits told you, that you were born
under a bigger moon than crescent.~
Clouded Sky's ears and tail droop, crestfallen. She releases the held,
anticipatory breath. Then it is that I shall have to learn to be the
best gibbous moon that I can be. An ear twitches as both return to a
more neutral expression. Thank you, Quiet-rhya, for trying to teach me
this thing. I am sorry I was not meant to be your student in this.
Quiet nods at the wolf, then kneels down to her level. Jade gives a
parting dance around the Gaian's body, then slithers away through the
dark air with a final hiss. ~You're welcome. I'm sorry. Even if you
were born under gibbous, it disappoints me that you weren't able to
follow something that calls to you.~ The theurge shrinks again to
lupus, and begins to walk toward the reflective surface. Remember, she
says. If your heart still calls you toward the spirits, there is a way
to change your path. I do not advise it, but I also do not advise
living in unhappiness.
Clouded Sky follows the other wolf, tail still low, but eyes beginning
to show the brightness of curiosity and careful thought. Perhaps you
can tell me of this way to change paths, sometime. It is something I
will need to think on, and speak about with my pack.
Quiet dips her muzzle shallowly. I can do you one better, she says. We
will seek out Ravenfeeder. She told me once in passing that she had
learned this, so she will know it better than I, who have not.
Clouded Sky licks her muzzle. Thank you.
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