03-20-2016, 07:48 PM
Running through a moonbridge does not appear to agree with Rafael, but Avery takes little note of this. He is one of her Ahrouns, and likely does not need her to tend to him overmuch. She would not want to shame him in front of strangers. Somehow it is different, for Morgan to offer him a shoulder to lean on. This is, for reasons unspoken, more appropriate. More acceptable. But when they are settled and look to her, she looks back, rising to her feet, returning to her birthform.
She inclines her head deeply to the Ragabash sent to guide them, and follows him through the park, to Blind Eye. Avery knows her history. And upon meeting her, Avery keeps her eyes steady and her manner courteous, even though the older Philodox cannot see her.
"Thank you, -Rhya," she says, in response to the greeting. "I have brought my pack," and thus begins a truncated version of their introductions. Their names. Their deednames. A note about Rafael's mother and her deeds. Whatever she could find about Morgan's lineage. Just notes; broad passes, really. Avery is, after all, a Silver Fang, and one who exemplifies the best that the tribe is still capable of. One who believes and hopes in equal measure in the goodness of her tribe. Being a Silver Fang is, to her, as inherent to her nature as anything else: the blue of her eyes, the love she has for her mate, the faith she keeps to her auspice. And the Silver Fangs believe that history matters: where someone comes from, what they have done, the ancestors whose spirits still follow them in the world.
These are, however, only pleasantries. Introductions, briefer than one that might be given by a Galliard of the same tribe... or Morgan's, or the Get, for that matter. They have business to attend to, and Avery has a commitment to her packmates to return them to their chosen home and their friends as soon as they have helped her.
"I did," she answers, regarding the fire pit, because a nod would be useless to Blind Eye. Also useless is the hop of Avery's eyebrows as she gets more of the tale. She lowers them a moment later, more thoughtful. When Blind Eye is finished, she says: "Thank you, -rhya. We would certainly appreciate a spirit-talker for this task. What can you tell me about the ones who brokered this arrangement with the Red Talons?" she asks. "Their number, and their ranks and auspices, if I may. What is known of their motives? And, if it pleases you, is there someone who can tell us more about the history this sept has with the Red Talons?"
She inclines her head deeply to the Ragabash sent to guide them, and follows him through the park, to Blind Eye. Avery knows her history. And upon meeting her, Avery keeps her eyes steady and her manner courteous, even though the older Philodox cannot see her.
"Thank you, -Rhya," she says, in response to the greeting. "I have brought my pack," and thus begins a truncated version of their introductions. Their names. Their deednames. A note about Rafael's mother and her deeds. Whatever she could find about Morgan's lineage. Just notes; broad passes, really. Avery is, after all, a Silver Fang, and one who exemplifies the best that the tribe is still capable of. One who believes and hopes in equal measure in the goodness of her tribe. Being a Silver Fang is, to her, as inherent to her nature as anything else: the blue of her eyes, the love she has for her mate, the faith she keeps to her auspice. And the Silver Fangs believe that history matters: where someone comes from, what they have done, the ancestors whose spirits still follow them in the world.
These are, however, only pleasantries. Introductions, briefer than one that might be given by a Galliard of the same tribe... or Morgan's, or the Get, for that matter. They have business to attend to, and Avery has a commitment to her packmates to return them to their chosen home and their friends as soon as they have helped her.
"I did," she answers, regarding the fire pit, because a nod would be useless to Blind Eye. Also useless is the hop of Avery's eyebrows as she gets more of the tale. She lowers them a moment later, more thoughtful. When Blind Eye is finished, she says: "Thank you, -rhya. We would certainly appreciate a spirit-talker for this task. What can you tell me about the ones who brokered this arrangement with the Red Talons?" she asks. "Their number, and their ranks and auspices, if I may. What is known of their motives? And, if it pleases you, is there someone who can tell us more about the history this sept has with the Red Talons?"
my whole life is thunder.