12-19-2013, 12:53 PM
No one should ever mistake Avery's humility in the face of praise for a lack of awareness of her own strengths. She knows that the purity of her blood and the grace of her totem, her words have an even greater impact than they would on her talent alone. She knows, too, that she has prodigious talents of persuasion.
After the opening howl, after the spirits are called to bless this place, the energy is high. The ground bears footprints and pawprints alike, and the air still seems to taste of the exuberant clapping and singing and howling of the garou. Her heart is thumping. She shifts from hispo into homid, fluid as all changes to the birth form are fluid, but she remains standing to one side of Ruby. Truth be told, it is Javed's calmly-shouldered duty to both protect and guide the former detective, to stand for her while she discovers this new nature, to answer for her mistakes, to teach her how to avoid them, but Avery would not consider herself an adequate packmate to the other fostern if she did not support him in that duty, and aid him. She would not consider herself a decent garou if she did not try to help Ruby.
They were all there, once.
--
Much is said, on a night that is almost mild, a night before a morning that will stun the city with its beauty. The weather while the sun is up, for a couple of brief, shining days, is almost balmy. They will wake to that morning tomorrow, as the full moon sets, and some will wonder if they brought such a day about with the gifts of their own spirits.
There are few grievances or challenges. Even with a bit of warmer weather, the days flicker by while the nights stretch on. The last festivals of light are on the horizon, and more will come on the night of the solstice. In that dark waiting, even those who live with rage seem more inclined to put aside whatever grudges they might call petty. With so many still reeling from recent burials, with the memory of the punishment rites still far too recent, not many stand to bicker about Who Is Fucking That Kinfolk or You Didn't Show Me Proper Respect or RehRehRehRehReh. They stand tight together, for warmth and for unity, a multitude of bodies buzzing with modern energy brought about by a song that some understand and some merely tolerate.
Avery sticks by the Falcons, and stays quiet.
--
When Erich stomps up to take the bone and just comes right out with the goal of re-opening Cold Crescent and organizing and really getting this stuff going, Avery wants to step forward and show her support, but she doesn't.
When Hector says he'll redouble the effort to figure out what that pit/mine/portal is, Avery wants to commend him, but she doesn't.
Javed speaks what he has spoken of to many: that Cold Crescent is a home. That to abandon it would be to disgrace those who have died for it. Avery wants to twine her own words around her packmate's, but she doesn't.
Some focus more on figuring out the pit, others on essentially making Cold Crescent an 'official' sept again, and Avery has thoughts, but she keeps them to herself for now. She does not think that her views are unknown... or she does not want to sway those around her one way or the other. She knows there are many who listen, but tonight, she wants to listen. She wants to remember who says what, and the passion in their voice or eyes, the dedication they show even in uncertainty and darkness. She will speak tonight in front of the Talesinger about them. From the moment Erich takes the cracked bone in hand, she knows this.
--
Near the end, the Keeper of the Land asks them exactly who is going to lead this supposed almost-sept, who will protect it. And Avery hears the subtle difference in the two questions, and watches as those above, at, and below her own rank step forward with their vows.
This is when she joins the Cracking. When she joins them all.
"I will."
After the opening howl, after the spirits are called to bless this place, the energy is high. The ground bears footprints and pawprints alike, and the air still seems to taste of the exuberant clapping and singing and howling of the garou. Her heart is thumping. She shifts from hispo into homid, fluid as all changes to the birth form are fluid, but she remains standing to one side of Ruby. Truth be told, it is Javed's calmly-shouldered duty to both protect and guide the former detective, to stand for her while she discovers this new nature, to answer for her mistakes, to teach her how to avoid them, but Avery would not consider herself an adequate packmate to the other fostern if she did not support him in that duty, and aid him. She would not consider herself a decent garou if she did not try to help Ruby.
They were all there, once.
--
Much is said, on a night that is almost mild, a night before a morning that will stun the city with its beauty. The weather while the sun is up, for a couple of brief, shining days, is almost balmy. They will wake to that morning tomorrow, as the full moon sets, and some will wonder if they brought such a day about with the gifts of their own spirits.
There are few grievances or challenges. Even with a bit of warmer weather, the days flicker by while the nights stretch on. The last festivals of light are on the horizon, and more will come on the night of the solstice. In that dark waiting, even those who live with rage seem more inclined to put aside whatever grudges they might call petty. With so many still reeling from recent burials, with the memory of the punishment rites still far too recent, not many stand to bicker about Who Is Fucking That Kinfolk or You Didn't Show Me Proper Respect or RehRehRehRehReh. They stand tight together, for warmth and for unity, a multitude of bodies buzzing with modern energy brought about by a song that some understand and some merely tolerate.
Avery sticks by the Falcons, and stays quiet.
--
When Erich stomps up to take the bone and just comes right out with the goal of re-opening Cold Crescent and organizing and really getting this stuff going, Avery wants to step forward and show her support, but she doesn't.
When Hector says he'll redouble the effort to figure out what that pit/mine/portal is, Avery wants to commend him, but she doesn't.
Javed speaks what he has spoken of to many: that Cold Crescent is a home. That to abandon it would be to disgrace those who have died for it. Avery wants to twine her own words around her packmate's, but she doesn't.
Some focus more on figuring out the pit, others on essentially making Cold Crescent an 'official' sept again, and Avery has thoughts, but she keeps them to herself for now. She does not think that her views are unknown... or she does not want to sway those around her one way or the other. She knows there are many who listen, but tonight, she wants to listen. She wants to remember who says what, and the passion in their voice or eyes, the dedication they show even in uncertainty and darkness. She will speak tonight in front of the Talesinger about them. From the moment Erich takes the cracked bone in hand, she knows this.
--
Near the end, the Keeper of the Land asks them exactly who is going to lead this supposed almost-sept, who will protect it. And Avery hears the subtle difference in the two questions, and watches as those above, at, and below her own rank step forward with their vows.
This is when she joins the Cracking. When she joins them all.
"I will."
my whole life is thunder.