11-11-2013, 08:38 PM
Avery knows what Javed does with his days. She knows of his fervent desire, his belief, to get Cold Crescent not just maintained but fully functioning again: a sept in truth. She sometimes patrols the streets, she watches over the city like so many who live in it do, but she feels the shiftlessness and insecurity and uncertainty that comes from not having a center, a homestead, a core. Sometimes she comes to Cold Crescent to see her packmate, and she brings him thermoses of coffee and hearty, meaty stew to share with him.
She is also one of those who gets howling texts from Erich, and she realizes that Javed and Erich are doing the same thing. They are both inhabiting those empty floors -- there are still no For Lease signs, and no one is showing those upper floors, at least -- and the surrounding area. She texts him back:
Look for Javed.
And she texts him back:
Would you like some stew?
And of course he would.
--
So she brings stew, and coffee, and even when they have to eat it cold after patrolling the blocks around 1999 Broadway it tastes good just to fill the belly in the company of friends. The two Falcons plus an Ahroun of Thunder are quite a dangerous task force when you get down to it, and they don't even know about the shadow slipping through the streets impaling things with her sword.
She does not come right out and say it, and in fact in this Javed is the more eloquent, the more outspoken of the Falcons. For Avery, the wish and will to keep Cold Crescent intact and alive is something so instinctive, so based in her gut, that she cannot find words to properly articulate it. Instead she acts, and those actions speak loudly:
This, too, is my home. And I will defend it.
And now there are three.
She is also one of those who gets howling texts from Erich, and she realizes that Javed and Erich are doing the same thing. They are both inhabiting those empty floors -- there are still no For Lease signs, and no one is showing those upper floors, at least -- and the surrounding area. She texts him back:
Look for Javed.
And she texts him back:
Would you like some stew?
And of course he would.
--
So she brings stew, and coffee, and even when they have to eat it cold after patrolling the blocks around 1999 Broadway it tastes good just to fill the belly in the company of friends. The two Falcons plus an Ahroun of Thunder are quite a dangerous task force when you get down to it, and they don't even know about the shadow slipping through the streets impaling things with her sword.
She does not come right out and say it, and in fact in this Javed is the more eloquent, the more outspoken of the Falcons. For Avery, the wish and will to keep Cold Crescent intact and alive is something so instinctive, so based in her gut, that she cannot find words to properly articulate it. Instead she acts, and those actions speak loudly:
This, too, is my home. And I will defend it.
And now there are three.
my whole life is thunder.