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I met a new Silver Fang kinswoman, Tamsin, a few weeks ago in the graveyard near the caern. The moon was nearly full, I cautioned her about being there (after she calmed down and we both figured out neither of us was breaking the Veil--well, moreso than I might have been as a talking cougar). Interesting individual. I lingered to read stones with her, keeping my distance and easily in her view, and then offered her an escort out of the woods as night fell.
Later that night, I received a summons from Pavel. I packed up the Audi station wagon for its first voyage to the high Colorado deserts and left immediately, taking a few hours here and there to pull over and sleep. It's amazing how little sleep is needed when you better understand how to prepare yourself for REM sleep, and then take advantage of it. I arrived at Pavel's about 26 hours after his summons. He was to be making a trade with someone unknown to him and wanted a Master of Forces at his beck and call to underscore his own level of don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me. So I served the tea and prepped the meals, ensuring neither got cold and providing some pyrotechnic displays for the guest's amusement later. It definitely made an impression, even though it was a little humiliating at the same time. But I've learned how to not voice my opinions among the garou. How to keep my mouth shut, play the part of a kin, and avoid confrontation. The trade went well, which led to an opening of a new market for Pavel, and so he asked me to linger as he interacted with about a dozen unfamiliar mages who cycled through in ones and twos over the next two weeks. Many charms and talismans and books and secrets and drams of tass and favors were exchanged. Pavel was in his element, wheeling and dealing. I was given a chance to examine several of the items during or prior to their exchange. And in the downtime, I worked on my own charm and
welt on the nature of lightsabers as foci. Specifically, I think this video explains the gravitas of a lightsaber, whereas I was approaching them more like a homemade hammer--a lack of reverence.
Maybe, instead of building a new lightsaber each time I have an idea for an improvement or different feature, I ought to repurpose the old one? Yet at the same time, isn't that forming an attachment, which a jedi should not do? Perhaps Star Wars as a metaphor has outlived its utility with where I am with Forces these days?
When my service to my mentor ended, I managed to return to Saint Claire in time for the new moon moot, which.... Peculiar. A coyote spirit was there, but it was disguised as Thane. Then Thane showed up all pink and sparkly and talking like a chihuahua on helium. The coyote seems to have acted with good intent, to get the members of the sept to loosen up. However, that might not have been an ideal means of accomplishing this. Spirits, clearly, have limited sight. I pointed out that the spiritual magic worked was not malicious, hoping that might help a bit. Alicia was there--but said nothing about me (thankfully)--and seemed to calm them down a bit. I am reasonably sure I could have dispelled the effects on individuals, one-by-one, starting with Thane. But something tells me that I ought not unwork a Coyote spirit's magic when it was never intended to be malicious.
As an illusionary cougar, it appears my lack of proximity spared me from whatever Wyld-infused energies currently affect the garou who were present. Too bad. A little adventure might have been enlightening.
Salem had passed along Claire's (the city spirit's) phone number weeks earlier. After a more-than-suitable delay, I texted her back. We're to meet soon to talk. What can a city spirit do for me and what can I do for a city spirit? Time will tell.
Later that night, I received a summons from Pavel. I packed up the Audi station wagon for its first voyage to the high Colorado deserts and left immediately, taking a few hours here and there to pull over and sleep. It's amazing how little sleep is needed when you better understand how to prepare yourself for REM sleep, and then take advantage of it. I arrived at Pavel's about 26 hours after his summons. He was to be making a trade with someone unknown to him and wanted a Master of Forces at his beck and call to underscore his own level of don't-you-dare-fuck-with-me. So I served the tea and prepped the meals, ensuring neither got cold and providing some pyrotechnic displays for the guest's amusement later. It definitely made an impression, even though it was a little humiliating at the same time. But I've learned how to not voice my opinions among the garou. How to keep my mouth shut, play the part of a kin, and avoid confrontation. The trade went well, which led to an opening of a new market for Pavel, and so he asked me to linger as he interacted with about a dozen unfamiliar mages who cycled through in ones and twos over the next two weeks. Many charms and talismans and books and secrets and drams of tass and favors were exchanged. Pavel was in his element, wheeling and dealing. I was given a chance to examine several of the items during or prior to their exchange. And in the downtime, I worked on my own charm and
welt on the nature of lightsabers as foci. Specifically, I think this video explains the gravitas of a lightsaber, whereas I was approaching them more like a homemade hammer--a lack of reverence.
Maybe, instead of building a new lightsaber each time I have an idea for an improvement or different feature, I ought to repurpose the old one? Yet at the same time, isn't that forming an attachment, which a jedi should not do? Perhaps Star Wars as a metaphor has outlived its utility with where I am with Forces these days?
When my service to my mentor ended, I managed to return to Saint Claire in time for the new moon moot, which.... Peculiar. A coyote spirit was there, but it was disguised as Thane. Then Thane showed up all pink and sparkly and talking like a chihuahua on helium. The coyote seems to have acted with good intent, to get the members of the sept to loosen up. However, that might not have been an ideal means of accomplishing this. Spirits, clearly, have limited sight. I pointed out that the spiritual magic worked was not malicious, hoping that might help a bit. Alicia was there--but said nothing about me (thankfully)--and seemed to calm them down a bit. I am reasonably sure I could have dispelled the effects on individuals, one-by-one, starting with Thane. But something tells me that I ought not unwork a Coyote spirit's magic when it was never intended to be malicious.
As an illusionary cougar, it appears my lack of proximity spared me from whatever Wyld-infused energies currently affect the garou who were present. Too bad. A little adventure might have been enlightening.
Salem had passed along Claire's (the city spirit's) phone number weeks earlier. After a more-than-suitable delay, I texted her back. We're to meet soon to talk. What can a city spirit do for me and what can I do for a city spirit? Time will tell.
