12-17-2013, 02:16 AM
For a while Phoebe watches as the bone is passed from hand to paw to paw to hand. For a while she listens to voices lift again and again in assent. And while she watches and while she listens she thinks. Some of these thoughts she shares with her pack. They are shifting, half-formed things, even less coherent than one might expect among a pack specifically honed and attuned to a single Auspice. Her thoughts are jumbled and longing and confused and and and
at some point she sits up straight and she looks around. She looks for her family. Her mother stares ahead, gaze hard and unreadable. Her aunts watch the younger Garou speak up for or against reopening the sept. Chara, older, face lined with the passage of time and weighted by the burden of great wisdom, watches with chin lifted, her eyes cast down. The Stavros family have been staunchly aligned with Forgotten Questions these many years since Cold Crescent opened. Knews of the lies and the hidden truths of the city sept have done nothing to sway their opinions of the place.
Phoebe watches them, one hand resting over Keisha's, the fingers of the other laced with Sophia's. She smiles as she rises from them. For a moment she stands among her pack, tall and proud with her eyes on the passage of the bone.
"Go where your heart leads you," she says to them across the totem link they share. She looks at them, her sisters. Brave and steady Keisha. Drifting, aloof Sophia. Quiet, burning Winona. And she knows which way her own heart has been leading her for some time. Phoebe looks away from her pack, towards the center of the gathering and the cluster of Garou passing the bone. "We'll deal with tomorrow when it comes."
She goes to take her place among them. With Erich and Javed, their packs perhaps. With Shieldwind and, surprisingly, with her Aunt Penelope. Well isn't that going to make Christmas dinner more interesting? Phoebe smiles at her aunt who grins back, and one after the other the two youngest Stavros Garou take up the bone to declare, "I will."
at some point she sits up straight and she looks around. She looks for her family. Her mother stares ahead, gaze hard and unreadable. Her aunts watch the younger Garou speak up for or against reopening the sept. Chara, older, face lined with the passage of time and weighted by the burden of great wisdom, watches with chin lifted, her eyes cast down. The Stavros family have been staunchly aligned with Forgotten Questions these many years since Cold Crescent opened. Knews of the lies and the hidden truths of the city sept have done nothing to sway their opinions of the place.
Phoebe watches them, one hand resting over Keisha's, the fingers of the other laced with Sophia's. She smiles as she rises from them. For a moment she stands among her pack, tall and proud with her eyes on the passage of the bone.
"Go where your heart leads you," she says to them across the totem link they share. She looks at them, her sisters. Brave and steady Keisha. Drifting, aloof Sophia. Quiet, burning Winona. And she knows which way her own heart has been leading her for some time. Phoebe looks away from her pack, towards the center of the gathering and the cluster of Garou passing the bone. "We'll deal with tomorrow when it comes."
She goes to take her place among them. With Erich and Javed, their packs perhaps. With Shieldwind and, surprisingly, with her Aunt Penelope. Well isn't that going to make Christmas dinner more interesting? Phoebe smiles at her aunt who grins back, and one after the other the two youngest Stavros Garou take up the bone to declare, "I will."