03-16-2016, 01:00 AM
Avery is not a traditionalist. Well: in some ways she most certainly is. She understands that one's message must be, whenever possible, married to its medium; that is, one's intent determines one's method. Or it should.
There were discussions, albeit brief ones, with her as-yet-unnamed and freshly minted pack, regarding her decision to be recognized for her deeds and named as an Adren. There were similar but more candid conversations with her mate about the matter. These did not take very long; when she has made a decision to do something, she tends to move forward without dilly-dally.
The shuttering of Cold Crescent and the decimation of Forgotten Questions left her with fewer options than she had once had. The wolf who once sent her on her Fostern challenge was dead, abruptly but honorably so. Wolves of appropriate rank and auspice were scarce, and none of her own tribe.
Avery reached out: to kin, through kin, to connections in other states. Someone told her of so-and-so, and so-and-so mentioned what's-their-name, and eventually Avery crafted a message, sent by messenger, to Blind Eye of Justice-rhya in Yellowstone. It was a request, with a subtly included offering of chiminage, should she agree.
And then time passed.
And then a response came.
--
Avery is lounging on the deck up north with Calden when a dove lands near them, making her laugh in delight and wonder. She offers it crumbs remaining from her breakfast toast, asking it to eat before gently seeing if it will permit her to remove the scroll on its foot. Unrolling it while the dove pecks at its due, Avery's eyes skim and flick over the words, and then she breathes in deeply, rolling it neatly back up.
Arrangements began immediately. First the new scroll for the dove, and a plea that she doubts it can understand, as she does not understand how to speak to a spirit taken form. The new scroll says only: We are coming. And then messages were fired off on her phone -- Avery having yet to get over her unease and ask Merlin to speak between the packmates -- to Rafael and Morgan. Well: messages were drafted. But then she realized, looking at them, that she is their Alpha. Messages were re-written:
My challenge is set. I need the both of you to go to Yellowstone with me. We will be leaving now, and may be gone for some time. Let me know what you need from me.
This is sincere: her driver is made available to both of them for whatever arrangements they may need to make. Chiminage for the Moonwalker at Forgotten Questions, should they require it, in order to run together from one caern to another. Avery begins to pack, lightly, and then heads south again to meet her pack and enter the spirit world.
A number of hours after receiving Blind-rhya's message, Avery emerges from the moonbridge into the Yellowstone caern, gleaming white and crackling with the spirit world's energy,
prepared.
There were discussions, albeit brief ones, with her as-yet-unnamed and freshly minted pack, regarding her decision to be recognized for her deeds and named as an Adren. There were similar but more candid conversations with her mate about the matter. These did not take very long; when she has made a decision to do something, she tends to move forward without dilly-dally.
The shuttering of Cold Crescent and the decimation of Forgotten Questions left her with fewer options than she had once had. The wolf who once sent her on her Fostern challenge was dead, abruptly but honorably so. Wolves of appropriate rank and auspice were scarce, and none of her own tribe.
Avery reached out: to kin, through kin, to connections in other states. Someone told her of so-and-so, and so-and-so mentioned what's-their-name, and eventually Avery crafted a message, sent by messenger, to Blind Eye of Justice-rhya in Yellowstone. It was a request, with a subtly included offering of chiminage, should she agree.
And then time passed.
And then a response came.
--
Avery is lounging on the deck up north with Calden when a dove lands near them, making her laugh in delight and wonder. She offers it crumbs remaining from her breakfast toast, asking it to eat before gently seeing if it will permit her to remove the scroll on its foot. Unrolling it while the dove pecks at its due, Avery's eyes skim and flick over the words, and then she breathes in deeply, rolling it neatly back up.
Arrangements began immediately. First the new scroll for the dove, and a plea that she doubts it can understand, as she does not understand how to speak to a spirit taken form. The new scroll says only: We are coming. And then messages were fired off on her phone -- Avery having yet to get over her unease and ask Merlin to speak between the packmates -- to Rafael and Morgan. Well: messages were drafted. But then she realized, looking at them, that she is their Alpha. Messages were re-written:
My challenge is set. I need the both of you to go to Yellowstone with me. We will be leaving now, and may be gone for some time. Let me know what you need from me.
This is sincere: her driver is made available to both of them for whatever arrangements they may need to make. Chiminage for the Moonwalker at Forgotten Questions, should they require it, in order to run together from one caern to another. Avery begins to pack, lightly, and then heads south again to meet her pack and enter the spirit world.
A number of hours after receiving Blind-rhya's message, Avery emerges from the moonbridge into the Yellowstone caern, gleaming white and crackling with the spirit world's energy,
prepared.
my whole life is thunder.