Keisha has been quiet after that first question, because her Alpha has taken the lead. She stood at Phoebe's right, letting the Fostern Fury ask the questions that, perhaps unsurprisingly, are the same that she probably would have asked. There were, one might say, similarities between the two before they were packed together and since that time the Child of Gaia has grown under her Alpha's example; they may well be more similar than they were before. And she is much like Sophia in some ways too, particularly the way they espouse peace. And then there is Winona, with whom she shared the bond of multicultural wisdom.
This pack, they are each parts of each other and their own distinct wholes; that's why they work so well as a group.
It is true that the three Oracles did not come here to cause trouble; they came for answers. But that of course is a trouble all its own; answers are dangerous, because they solidify the nebulous into the certain. As Phoebe asks questions of Fern, the cub answers, and Keisha's bones chill just a little more with each answer.
Hunted.
Strongest.
Dragon.
The latter is the cold snap that takes what was chilling and flash freezes it to ice. Keisha, for her part, pales. Perhaps she knew it was coming; the clues were there. Green, destruction, vengeance. And then it's out there.
She could cringe or cower there. Some might expect it from the ahimsa, thinking her weak. But she doesn't. Instead, she shows off another of those distinctly human traits...her adaptability, as she goes back to pick up on something that Fern let drop.
"Fern, honey." She smiles a bit, as much as she can, and while she is distressed by causing the cub distress (not to mention what her sisters may be feeling at Fern's state and this new revelation), she does her best not to let it show. They have an answer, but they still need to know about the ritual. That's Keisha's focus. "You said that the hearts were specific, and they matched. What do they match and how are they mirrored in you, and what do you think about while choosing which ones to hunt?"
This pack, they are each parts of each other and their own distinct wholes; that's why they work so well as a group.
It is true that the three Oracles did not come here to cause trouble; they came for answers. But that of course is a trouble all its own; answers are dangerous, because they solidify the nebulous into the certain. As Phoebe asks questions of Fern, the cub answers, and Keisha's bones chill just a little more with each answer.
Hunted.
Strongest.
Dragon.
The latter is the cold snap that takes what was chilling and flash freezes it to ice. Keisha, for her part, pales. Perhaps she knew it was coming; the clues were there. Green, destruction, vengeance. And then it's out there.
She could cringe or cower there. Some might expect it from the ahimsa, thinking her weak. But she doesn't. Instead, she shows off another of those distinctly human traits...her adaptability, as she goes back to pick up on something that Fern let drop.
"Fern, honey." She smiles a bit, as much as she can, and while she is distressed by causing the cub distress (not to mention what her sisters may be feeling at Fern's state and this new revelation), she does her best not to let it show. They have an answer, but they still need to know about the ritual. That's Keisha's focus. "You said that the hearts were specific, and they matched. What do they match and how are they mirrored in you, and what do you think about while choosing which ones to hunt?"
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."