"No," Calden interrupts, furrowing, "you don't have to do that. Your hygiene isn't the problem, and I didn't ask you to leave."
Hard to tell, the way he's sitting up in the saddle and the way that horse is dancing nervously under him, but Calden might just heave a sigh. Then he leans forward, stacking his forearms on the saddlehorn, and frowns down at the youngsters. They all look like youngsters to him. Few Garou survive to old age, but it's not that. Some just seem young.
Then the woman by the gate speaks up. Calden's head turns; he squints at her through the afternoon glare. Then he points a gloved hand in her direction
"She hit it on the head. 'Unexpected'. That's the problem. I'm a son of Stag. I keep the covenant of hospitality. But a host has a right to know who his guests are before they start helping themselves to his home and everything in it. Otherwise, the line between guest and trespasser blurs.
"Tamsin told me she and her packmate would be staying here occasionally over the next month. There are four people here. I know Tamsin. I know Jack. I seem to remember Jack is a packmate. I saw this fellow on Independence Day. I assume he's another packmate. And I don't know you at all, Miss." He cuts a glance to Tamsin as she introduces the fourth. "Ingrid," he amends.
He has to stop here. He has to wheel his mount around in a tight circle, sidestep it a few paces one way and then the other. The kinsman leans over the chestnut's neck, murmuring to it, unwrapping the reins from the horn and rewrapping them loosely around his fist as he brings the horse back to a standstill.
"Let's start again," he says, "from the beginning. I'm Calden White, of the Fianna."
[WTFBBQ TOO MANY THINGS TO KEEP TRACK OF. Some assumptions I made with that post:
1) Jess oocPMed me about telling Calden about Jack joining Celduin. So I assumed Calden would have a vague memory of that.
2) Since we handwaved the aftermath of July 4th, I assumed Calden would have at least seen Hector in his homid form at some point and seen him working with Tamsin, but was never formally introduced since... well, since we all went to bed.]
Hard to tell, the way he's sitting up in the saddle and the way that horse is dancing nervously under him, but Calden might just heave a sigh. Then he leans forward, stacking his forearms on the saddlehorn, and frowns down at the youngsters. They all look like youngsters to him. Few Garou survive to old age, but it's not that. Some just seem young.
Then the woman by the gate speaks up. Calden's head turns; he squints at her through the afternoon glare. Then he points a gloved hand in her direction
"She hit it on the head. 'Unexpected'. That's the problem. I'm a son of Stag. I keep the covenant of hospitality. But a host has a right to know who his guests are before they start helping themselves to his home and everything in it. Otherwise, the line between guest and trespasser blurs.
"Tamsin told me she and her packmate would be staying here occasionally over the next month. There are four people here. I know Tamsin. I know Jack. I seem to remember Jack is a packmate. I saw this fellow on Independence Day. I assume he's another packmate. And I don't know you at all, Miss." He cuts a glance to Tamsin as she introduces the fourth. "Ingrid," he amends.
He has to stop here. He has to wheel his mount around in a tight circle, sidestep it a few paces one way and then the other. The kinsman leans over the chestnut's neck, murmuring to it, unwrapping the reins from the horn and rewrapping them loosely around his fist as he brings the horse back to a standstill.
"Let's start again," he says, "from the beginning. I'm Calden White, of the Fianna."
[WTFBBQ TOO MANY THINGS TO KEEP TRACK OF. Some assumptions I made with that post:
1) Jess oocPMed me about telling Calden about Jack joining Celduin. So I assumed Calden would have a vague memory of that.
2) Since we handwaved the aftermath of July 4th, I assumed Calden would have at least seen Hector in his homid form at some point and seen him working with Tamsin, but was never formally introduced since... well, since we all went to bed.]
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.