Post by Moira Phelan on Aug 12, 2009 15:43:18 GMT -8
Moira wandered the edge of the bawn, doing her usual contemplations. She could see everyone as she passed the long night.
Raven's Wall, talking with Heidi in hushed tones, the furtive looks on her face saying that what they were talking about made her distressed a little. Raven's Wall wanted to be Grand Elder. As a whole, that wouldn't be so bad. He would at least get things done. It would set to right the things that had gone astray when the war ended. He would just need to learn to talk equally and listen to the advice and opinions of those around him. That can be done.
Heidi was a patient one in most respects. She could talk Raven's Wall up or down, depending on the mood needed. She was rather informative at times, and was not shy at giving her own opinion as well. Granted she was nicer about it, but it was always freely given.
She saw White-Raven, visibly shaken and rather sad. Moira wasn't sure what to do with White-Raven, whether to comfort her or leave her be. Sometimes Moira could see eye to eye with her, and at other times, she thought the bear had gone mad. And maybe with all her learning, she couldn't keep it together anymore and truly was going mad. Who wouldn't with all her burden?
Connel, trying desperately to get anyone to spar with him. 'I think everyone is afraid they'll loose' she mused. Maybe she could help him after she got back. And after she had learned a thing or two from Daitaro.
Silverthorn, slinking off to heavens know where and likely getting himself into something else. 'That cat lives up to the reputation of curiosity killin'. One of these days it'll catch up with him and he won't come back.'
Thorphin asking his questions. He was an excellent information gatherer. He asked just the right questions and came up with just the right answers. She was exceptionally proud to have him in her pack. He was just what they needed.
She was liking the way things were going for her pack. Granted there had been a lot of change, but with change comes successes. She knew she could pull them together and really get them in a good position in the Sept. Hunts By Night would really be known one day. And soon.
Andrew, giving her a gloating stare before moving on to bother his next victim. One of these days, he was going to get bothered in return for all the trouble he's given her. Ribbing really, as it isn't so much trouble as annoying. 'One day he'll end up with a pie in his face, and I'll be there to point and laugh.'
'Tell me, who knows really how to train their own the best, but their own? Who is he to think that another tribe might teach me better? Cheeky thing, he is. He'll learn when I come back, and they've taught me somethin' they haven't taught him.' She thinks, huffing as she sits. 'A'course that's a rather cheeky thing for me to say... I will just have to prove that I can be taught, no matter what. I learn at every turn and teach at the next. I may end up scarred from this, but at least I'll have a good story for the bard.' She gave an indulgent smile thinking of how excited Thorphin would be to tell the tale let alone hear it.
She thought back on Raven's Wall another moment. 'Maybe for once he won't look at me like a pup. I've done all I can to prove I'm not just here for looks, cause heaven knows I'm no looker. I liked that he came to me for my opinion. I bet I can teach him a thing or two as much as he could me. Maybe the hard work is payin' off on everyone.'
She stopped, and looked at the shifting shadows in the distance. She knew that out there, somewhere, the mage was looking back at her, waiting for her next move on him. but what he didn't know was that she would kill him if ever she saw him again. She knew she could do it now. He'd been allowed too much freedom as it was. He had killed too many innocent to be allowed to continue. The time was drawing closer when she could put him in his place, and let Daniel rest. And then maybe she could move on. She wasn't sure then if she would stay or if she would go home. But if she went home, she wasn't sure she could live again.
Just then her cell phone went off. She lifted it, wondering who on earth could possibly want her now, yet a little excited it might be Corvus. It was a text message, simple and clean, from a number that was a string of strange symbols. It simply said 'Hi'.
Raven's Wall, talking with Heidi in hushed tones, the furtive looks on her face saying that what they were talking about made her distressed a little. Raven's Wall wanted to be Grand Elder. As a whole, that wouldn't be so bad. He would at least get things done. It would set to right the things that had gone astray when the war ended. He would just need to learn to talk equally and listen to the advice and opinions of those around him. That can be done.
Heidi was a patient one in most respects. She could talk Raven's Wall up or down, depending on the mood needed. She was rather informative at times, and was not shy at giving her own opinion as well. Granted she was nicer about it, but it was always freely given.
She saw White-Raven, visibly shaken and rather sad. Moira wasn't sure what to do with White-Raven, whether to comfort her or leave her be. Sometimes Moira could see eye to eye with her, and at other times, she thought the bear had gone mad. And maybe with all her learning, she couldn't keep it together anymore and truly was going mad. Who wouldn't with all her burden?
Connel, trying desperately to get anyone to spar with him. 'I think everyone is afraid they'll loose' she mused. Maybe she could help him after she got back. And after she had learned a thing or two from Daitaro.
Silverthorn, slinking off to heavens know where and likely getting himself into something else. 'That cat lives up to the reputation of curiosity killin'. One of these days it'll catch up with him and he won't come back.'
Thorphin asking his questions. He was an excellent information gatherer. He asked just the right questions and came up with just the right answers. She was exceptionally proud to have him in her pack. He was just what they needed.
She was liking the way things were going for her pack. Granted there had been a lot of change, but with change comes successes. She knew she could pull them together and really get them in a good position in the Sept. Hunts By Night would really be known one day. And soon.
Andrew, giving her a gloating stare before moving on to bother his next victim. One of these days, he was going to get bothered in return for all the trouble he's given her. Ribbing really, as it isn't so much trouble as annoying. 'One day he'll end up with a pie in his face, and I'll be there to point and laugh.'
'Tell me, who knows really how to train their own the best, but their own? Who is he to think that another tribe might teach me better? Cheeky thing, he is. He'll learn when I come back, and they've taught me somethin' they haven't taught him.' She thinks, huffing as she sits. 'A'course that's a rather cheeky thing for me to say... I will just have to prove that I can be taught, no matter what. I learn at every turn and teach at the next. I may end up scarred from this, but at least I'll have a good story for the bard.' She gave an indulgent smile thinking of how excited Thorphin would be to tell the tale let alone hear it.
She thought back on Raven's Wall another moment. 'Maybe for once he won't look at me like a pup. I've done all I can to prove I'm not just here for looks, cause heaven knows I'm no looker. I liked that he came to me for my opinion. I bet I can teach him a thing or two as much as he could me. Maybe the hard work is payin' off on everyone.'
She stopped, and looked at the shifting shadows in the distance. She knew that out there, somewhere, the mage was looking back at her, waiting for her next move on him. but what he didn't know was that she would kill him if ever she saw him again. She knew she could do it now. He'd been allowed too much freedom as it was. He had killed too many innocent to be allowed to continue. The time was drawing closer when she could put him in his place, and let Daniel rest. And then maybe she could move on. She wasn't sure then if she would stay or if she would go home. But if she went home, she wasn't sure she could live again.
Just then her cell phone went off. She lifted it, wondering who on earth could possibly want her now, yet a little excited it might be Corvus. It was a text message, simple and clean, from a number that was a string of strange symbols. It simply said 'Hi'.