Dizzy - Dizzy's First Moot

Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (96% full).

Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.19 and rising, and the relative humidity is 93 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)

It is currently 18:31 Pacific Time on Tue Oct 2 2001.

Center of the Caern
This area of the clearing is about 30 meters wide and is a mixture of dark soil and clay throughout, though much of it looks like it's been sodded in recent months. Near the center of the clearing, the top of a large white boulder juts out from the soil like a bone revealed after the skin of an animal has been torn away. The large rock appears to be normal stone at its base, but towards the top stone gives way to a sparkling collection of quartz crystal.
Around you, twenty yards in every direction, stretches the caern. To the southeast, a waterfall plummets over the edge of the chasm into a small pool in the caern; nearby, to the southwest, steam comes from cracks in the ground, perhaps some of the same water. Northwest, a rocky spar juts out of the ground at a low angle, showing a sloping but smooth top. The chasm walls narrow a bit to the northeast, causing some of the mist to swirl in that area.

Three-Blades pushes Renee a little more towards the Gnawer grouping, chuffing at the others. This is the new cub. She's a moondancer. Be nice now. And in a flicker of her ears, she turns and darts off to get into position.

Renee bites her lip nervously as Three-Blades takes off, then promptly sits down on the grass.

Path-of-Her-Own glances at Sepdet as she taps her, then turns her attention to Seeker, and her tail twitches. Her jaws part. Seeker?

Joey isn't paying the most attention right now until Three-Blades shows the cub over to them. Joey looks down, to take a glance at the cub, and does a double-take. "Well," he says. "I'm out of cheese sticks, this time," he says to Renee, the beginnings of a grin on his face.

Seeker gives Raeye a rare smile and sits by her, ruffling her headfur with a hand. "It's good to see you." He nods to Aaron and motions for him to sit with the tribe.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz comes scrambling down the path to the waterfall, managing not to trip, just barely, and heads to the rock outcropping, hardly stopping to greet anyone, except maybe the Gnawers. She looks slightly tense.

Renee smiles weakly at Joey, remembering him from before. "Hello. How are you?" She is just a little intimidated by the large gathering, and it shows. "More of you then I expected." She begins chewing on the tip of her braid. "You a Gnawer too?"

By the waterfall, Andrea pauses to nod to the Red Talon. Behind her, Patrick pauses as to not proceed in front of her.

Aaron makes his way in cautiously, looking over the place wide-eyed. He nods in recognition to Seeker as he enters the area, then also to Sepdet and Raeye. "Hello Sepdet-rhya, Raeye-rhya. Nice to see you again."

Joey nods quietly as more people enter. "Yep," he says to Renee. "I'll give you the low down afterwards."

Laura waves to her elder, motioning to the area she's nabbed for the Furies.

Serendipity and Zoe come ambling down the path. After they both nod a bit to the Ouroborans, Dena settles down near Laura and gives her a grin.

Jarred nods respectfully to the Alpha as she enters the clearing.

Renee nods, offering up another smiles. "Okay."

Path-of-Her-Own shoves her nose against Seeker's arm in a rather juvenile display of affection, and whuffs gently at Aaron. ~Rhya-shmya,~ she replies lightly, tail still flicking from side to side.

Laura smiles at Dena and Zoe. "Evening, Dena-rhya."

By the waterfall, Shadow-of-Blood chuffs to the alpha politely, giving her the respect due her rank and position. After the alpha and her packmate move towards the caern's center, the Talon finally follows, moving to join his own pack.

Sepdet is tracking Yi out of the corner of her eye, but gives Aaron a thinlipped smile. "Tonight you'll see your lessons in action. Watch closely and learn."

From the rock outcropping, Kaz falls smoothly into crinos, for once, and howls, long and loud. ~Garou of the Hidden Walk, we gather to Moot!~

From At the Rock Outcropping, Kaz can be heard to howl, ~Garou of the Hidden Walk, we gather to Moot!~

John makes his way easily into the clearing with a grim expression on his face, and hands slipping into trenchcoat pockets. He's followed by Dizzy, attempting to follow with an air of nonchalance, hiding behind her sunglasses. The Walker Ahroun scans the assembled crowd, silently, pausing for a moment to do so.

Owen slowly shifts upward into the warform as this shindig starts to gather. He stands by himself, no pack with him and the rest of his tribe presently a no-show.

Rides-Fire lifts his head with the howl and lolls his tongue with pleased anticipation. Shadow-of-Blood gains a rough headbutt as he settles closer.

In the windiest area, Three-Blades shifts up to her warform with the opening call to moot, her ears flickering a little nervously.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz glances at the Fool, and then, still in crinos, growls, ~Garou Shall Not Mate with Garou.~

In the windiest area, Three-Blades gazes at the gathered, shifting a little uncomfortably at the sight of all the Gaian warriors in their various shapes and forms. Then as Kaz calls out the first of the sacred tenants, she runs a long tongue over her nose, and howls her Fool's reply. ~This sept itself has seen great deeds from the children of Garou couples. The metis offer insights to our inner circles that we would not see from others of different birth forms. They help guard our caerns, and teach the cubs. They help us, and Gaia. In this world, when Gaia needs all the help she can receive, what wrong is there to birth more of her warriors amongst us?~

Jarred grins to himself from his position at the clearing's edge. Oh, the irony.

Slipping and sliding, Talespinner darts into the Caern, looking about for familiar faces. Shit. He's late. Ears flattening a little he settles back on his haunches, at the edge of the clearing, tongue hanging out as he catches his breath and cools down from the sprint.

Kaz, living example, stays silent, for once in her life, on this subject.

Dena feels no such compunction. ~She needs help, but not the kind of help the metis give. Better to have a strong, healthy Garou than a weak, suspect one.~

Sepdet folds her arms with an expression of vague resignation, her own rebuttal almost a ritual by now. ~What good is there in making one generation the /last/ generation?~

Jarred cannot resist. "It's such a pity, really. Someone must exist to make the rest of us look more glorious and worthy."

Eamon heads down into the caern and to the center. He finds Cameron and sits with him, then listens to the Recitation of the Litany.

Dizzy finds a place to stand, crossing her arms and looking around, surprised at the masses of garou. After a quick glance around, she turns her attention to the center.

John ducks his head, and grunts to his cub, "Two fools per moot? Hmm. Pay no attention to that one."

Shadow-of-Blood snort derisively at the Fool. The metis can do little for the wrong of their sire and dam. The act itself, thinning the blood of the Garou even more, is an insult to Gaia.

Aaron stands back and watches the recitation of the Litany, his head turning from side to side as each rebuttal is shouted back at the Fool. He opens his mouth as if to say something himself, but catches himself and continues to watch from the side.

Andrea raises her chin. "If we love only among ourselves, we will forget the world that surrounds us."

Path-of-Her-Own's ears quirk at the Fool's words, passively noting that a warrior with a defect is only a hindrance in battle. It is shameful to try and raise one who will live a life suffered, better to prevent it before it happens. Or end it when it does.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz listens for awhile, then growls the next tenet. ~Combat the Wyrm Where It Dwells and Whenever It Breeds.~

In the windiest area, ~The Wyrm is in everything, including within us. We cannot deny that as surely as we cannot deny our heritages.~ Three-Blades pauses only to take in another breath and continue. ~Would this law be right, in saying we should seek and destroy to the point that we destroy even ourselves? And in that, feed the Wyrm even more in its madness for destruction?~

[Jarred]
Jarred's swarthy features are not unpleasant this eve. His usual grimace is replaced by one of quiet peace. He is still rather somber, unsurprisingly. A black cloak is draped over his shoulders, the hood pulled back. His normally tied-back hair is undone, falling over his shoulders in shaggy waves to frame the angles of his face in stark relief. His eyes burn with intensity, as always, moving back and forth over the gathering in silent appraisal.

Jarred says "The pervasiveness of the Wyrm only intensifies the desperate need to purge it wherever and whenever we find it, else it overwhelm everything and everyone."

Dizzy looks to the one her elder pointed out and leans over to whisper to John, "Who is he?"

Serendipity snorts. ~We work against that which is harmful and destructive. We work to make ourselves better. Nothing wrong with that. And nothing wrong with killing the occasional bane, either.~

Laura snorts. "The Law says to combat the Wyrm. We combat the Wyrm inside ourselves constantly. We destroy the Wyrm outside ourselves with equal fervor."

Wildfire snarls. ~We combat the Wyrm within just as we do without! Not everything requires claws.~

John hitches one shoulder dismissively, leaning back, slightly, to whisper back. When he's done, he just folds his arms and growls out, "The Wyrm is filth, with no morals or compunctions. It brings terrible suffering, death and corruption. We can never hope to defeat it. But if we /try/, we'll do enough."

Robert speaks up, his voice ringing clearly through the valley. "The Wyrm within is another aspect of the Wyrm against whic we must battle. We struggle to control our Rage, to be focused, to approach our mission as something we must do, not as gleeful destruction."

Rides-Fire raises his head with a snarl. We have chosen to fight the Destroyer. We will not retreat from that fight.

John whispers to Dizzy, "An ass. Shadow Lord Elder, in a Tribe of one. Over-inflated pansy. Ignore him. Pay attention to Yi and the others. Kaz calls the litany, and Yi acts the Fool, calling out the old arguments against each law. We give our reasons now. Watch."

Wildfire peers over to John. ~The _fuck_ we can't hope to defeat it.~

Path-of-Her-Own snorts. ~The Wyrm has become a disease within Gaia. Would you not treat a disease within your own body if you could?~

Talespinner tilts his head and nods to Eamon, giving a quiet chuff of greeting. Then turns his attention back to calling.

Aaron jumps as another voice sounds to him, then relaxes again and nods to the nearby Sepdet. He returns his gaze to Kaz and the Fool, listening to their words.

John's mouth twists ruefully at the Get, and he just shakes his head a little. Looking to his cub, he grunts, "Remind me to find a Galliard for you, some time."

Laura motions for Agatha to join the growing Fury-ring.

Kaz growls, jaw tensing at Owen and John's mini-arguement, ~Respect the Territory of Another.~

Dizzy gives the Shadow Lord one more look before adjusting her glasses and turning back to pay attention to Kaz, Yi and the Litany reciting. She nods at John's request. "Um, okay. Other than Roger?"

In the windiest area, Three-Blades gains a little bit of the traction she needs underfoot, now that the callings and rebuttals of her arguments have gotten underway. Ears standing in a half-splay, she issues her statement to conflict the next law. ~Do we respect to the point of ignorance? If we never attempt trespass, then we will never know what others may be hiding. They may not be able to hold their lands from the Wyrm, and yet if we do not take control when it is needed, then the land will be lost. Or worse, they may even hide the Wyrm within their lands! When, then, can we deem it safe to tread on another's borders? One's territory should be open to all so that all may be able to pass within, grow strong within, and support in times of need... times like these.~

Agatha stalks quietly over to join her tribemates, glancing from Kaz to Three-Blades, and then back, a mirthless smile playing on her lips.

Joey shakes his head. "It's a sign of respect. You don't go tromping into people's yards without an invitation, you don't pee on their trees, and you don't raid their fridge unless they want you to. Blood simple."

Jarred nods to Joey. "Simplicity is what makes us strong, at times. The Fool's labyrinthine retort is proof that we could do with a bit more /simple/ courtesy and respect in this world.

Serendipity snorts. ~Happy medium. You respect those who are of Gaia. If they can't hold their territory, though, they won't hold it. Simple as that.~

Eamon pats Talespinner's head and calls out to the fool, "If they're hidin' Wyrm shit on their territory, they don't deserve to hold it!"

Leonard folds his arms and watches the rebuttals, eyes flashing.

Tobin walks quietly down into caern, walknig stick thumping along slowly wth his steps. He quietly seeks out his tribe and stands near them.

Sepdet says, ~Mistrust and despair are allies to the Wyrm. Challenge honorably and openly if such are your fears. The law calls for respect, not division.~

Laura nods to Sepdet. "Take a Philodox to ask questions if you don't believe 'em."

Chance acknowledges the Theurge Cub with a soft whuff. Over here.

Agatha beckons preemptorily to Ceylan to join the rest of the Black Furies.

Shadow-of-Blood snarls at the Fool. A pack's territory is the pack's territory. Come on it without announcing and you will wish you had kept to the ways of the wolf.

Andrea shakes her head. "We have too much to fight without fighting each other." The strength in her voice might not be quite enough to beat out the louder snarls around her, but her closer neighbors certainly hear.

Ceylan descreetly makes her way to the Black Furies, sitting down with nary a comment.

Talespinner, squirming happily under Eamon's petting, smiles wolfishly at the Elder Fianna, and then the Strider. Fair's fair. The Talon's snarl makes the Fianna cub look a little uncomfortable, though.

Wildfire, for whatever reason, keeps quiet on this call.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz growls, after a pause to look around, ~Accept an Honorable Surrender.~

Tobin settles down quietly next to Chance, nodding to him without comment and settling down to listen.

In the windiest area, The mottled crinos snarls this, golden eyes blazing with some inner conviction. ~How is one to know when a challenger will be honorable in his surrender, and not stab a knife of silver in the back? Too often the villain catches the hero off guard when feigning a loss, and brings the hero his demise. Would you expect the Wyrm, or an undead bloodsucker to surrender honorably? Better to be safe in knowing your opponent is dead always, in this ultimately kill or be killed world.~

Serendipity snorts. ~It is between Garou and Garou. And between our brothers and sisters, I will give that much trust, becuase otherwise, we would fall into chaos. The Wyrm is by definition not honorable.~

Wildfire growls deeply at this. ~No bloodsucker nor Wyrm-minion has Honor. Kill it anyway.~

Rides-Fire gives a snarl of disgust. Kill any that fight for dominance? This is not the wolf way, or else the pack would be only one.

Seeker snorts. "That makes no sense. If we always killed our challengers, we'd all be dead in a short time."

Laura shakes her head. "You prove yourself more dishonorable than your opponent when you attack someone because they _might_ attack you, even though they've surrendered."

John barks gruffly, "We fight each other to know who stands where. When that is clear, there is no more point to the fight than the reasons the Wyrm fights. Anger, jealousy, spite, ambition, blood-lust."

Tobin says just loud enough to be heard by those around him, "Killing always is also...counter-productive. There are few enough of us as it is."

Path-of-Her-Own flops onto her side, slapping any of her tribesmates in proximity, raking up a bit of dirt irritably. An honorable surrender is an honorable surrender. Do not stoop to another's level; if you are not prepared for any surprises than you deem worthy of even a sudden attack not expected.

The Uktena elder raises an eyebrow, calling back, "Oh, please. If you don't accept an actual honorable surrender, then you're no better than one of those undead bloodsuckers."

From the rock outcropping, Kaz again sweeps the assemblage, and then snarls, ~Submission to Those of Higher Station.~

Jamethon nods to the fool, seeming to wonder for a moment at what the writters of the litany were thinking. Then shouts her down, "If killing other warriors of Gaia makes you feel safe, then you are not a warrior of Gaia yourself."

In the windiest area, Three-Blades lashes her tail, shaking her fur with a toss before looking at the gathered. ~Respect should be given to those who return it. Some tribes are thought lesser or unqualified to guard Gaia, and get kicked down by others that find themselves higher simply because of a title! If those of higher rank kick their lowers and pay them no attention when they are in need, then it is the lower rank's right to rise in rebellion. Without a strong voice to call to their half-deaf ears, your grievances will never be heard.~

Adam is sitting quietly, speaking up as the Fool makes her calls. "They're Elders for a reason. They earned it. You respect that."

John almost laughs quietly, to Dizzy, "Besides. The law says to submit. Respect is different."

Jarred says "Earned shmearned. Whether they deserve their rank or not, they have it. Government is government."

Roger arrives late, moving through the crowd and soon enough placing a silent hand on John's shoulder.

Joey snorts. "Bullshit," he mutters. "Those Elders, they fought for their Rank and their props. You don't go walking in thinking you're all that and better than they are. They've probably seen a dozen and more of punks come in and go right back out in a bodybags, so they have a right to be respected."

Serendipity growls, ~We who are Elders should know better. The lower rank can /challenge/. We have challenges for a reason. But meanwhile -- submit.~

Dizzy glances at John, a questioning look on her face. She then smiles and nods, going back to pay attention to the proceedings.

Ceylan glances about, listening to those heckling back and forth.

Path-of-Her-Own shoots to her feet, snarling and shaking her head irritably as if a horde of flies have settled on her. Elders have earned their place! One should go through the same ordeals if they wish to judge. Her ears tick toward John when he speaks, her tail twitching once in agreement to his statement.

Agatha glances at Serendipity for a moment, but says nothing.

Andrea's voice strengthens a little on this one, though the calm, reasoned tone might still be lost under the snarls of those in the half-forms. "If you place yourself outside the society by refusing to accept those above you, they will never accept you. Only by working together may we succeed."

Talespinner eyes the gathering keenly, noting quietly to his elder that if everyone thinks they're the boss, then there's no pack. No unity of movement.

Wildfire grumbles. ~Go ahead. Step up. Show your lack of respect to your elders. You will be limping back, but go ahead and step.~

Sepdet glances towards Jarred with a raised eyebrow, her own rebuttal barely loud enough to carry over her tribesmate's frothing. ~Challenge honorably or submit. The sept survives or falls based on its unity.~

From the rock outcropping, Kaz recites the next two laws, watching Yi carefully; Yi refutes them, as the Fool must. And, in turn, Yi is refuted by the assembled multitude. Kaz eventually snarls, ~Respect for Those Below Ye in Station -- All Are of Gaia.~

Malachi edges closer to Andrea, chewing on an already well-gnawed thumbnail. He shifts his weight restlessly, looking ill-at-ease, irritable, and generally twitchy.

John nods to Roger, straightening up and clapping a hand over his Tribesmate's, briefly, then looking back to the Garou shouting their responses.

In the windiest area, Three-Blades sniffs at this part of the Litany, yet she musters up enough power to belt out her refute. Whether she believes her own argument or not, it comes strong and loud. ~Including the banes and dark forces of the Wyrm? Including the stifling web-spinning spiders of the Weaver? Are they not of Gaia as well, or aren't they? What about the kin who feel they are greater than us and feel they should order us around? We must first make sure with a heavy paw that all they know their place, and respect will come naturally from both sides.~

Serendipity looks amused. ~Respect means different things at different times. To respect the Wyrm, we must defeat it. To respect Kin, we work with them. To respect Weaver, we resist its encroachments. A heavy paw is not useful at all times.~

Jarred says "No words could be truer, Truthsayer. A strong economy needs good footworkers, but if the elders don't respect those beneath them, they risk being taken down and usurped one day by those whom they've trodden underfoot."

Wildfire lifts his chin up a little as he speaks out in a low baritone. ~For those of the Wyrm, death is the respect they have earned.~

Rides-Fire bares his teeth angrily, his size swelling as he reaches hispo. In a ripping snarl, he says, ~The Weaver is not of Gaia!~

Sepdet says, ~The Wyrm and the Weaver's forces are not 'below us in station'. They have transgressed the bounds of their place in the world. That is exactly why we fight them.~

John calls out lowly, "Define your foe by how they treat you, sure. Respect the opinions of those beneath you, not only because you have to, but because just possibly their perspective may lend insight you don't have. Talents or skills you don't. No one man can do everything, or be everywhere." This last is added grudgingly.

Jarred calls out, just barely loud enough to be heard. "That's what spies are for, John."

Patrik observes fairly calmly, "Respect for those beneath you in station, not those whose station has nothing to do with you. The kin must be respected, as they carry future generations of Garou, and can go where we cannot. Those lower in Rank must betaught, not crushed. Everyone must find their place, as all are ultimately of Gaia."

Serendipity gives Jarred a dark look.

John snorts faintly at Jarred, and smiles wryly as he shakes his head.

Renee really has no clue what is going on and all these Garou are making her nervous. As the moot progresses, she slides closer and closer to Joey.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz calls out, regarding Yi intently, ~The Veil Shall Not Be Lifted.~

In the windiest area, Three-Blades reigns in whatever thoughts she might have about this, stating her refute with a straight face. ~We are in the Last Days; the final turnings of the Wheel of Ages grind slow and threaten to stop. The world should know that we are here to help, to fight the war. Why must we hide from the world we fight so hard to protect? We should be true to ourselves, and not slink behind thin curtains of lies that would only serve to make the world distrust us.~

Aaron steps forward a little, looking straight at the Fool. "YMan, we're _werewolves_. Look at us! if you think people are just going to sit back and welcome the new nine-foot-tall fuzzy guy next door with open arms, that's wrong... they're going to hunt us if they find out. And that's a bad thing." Having said his piece, he steps back again, sheepishly running a hand through his hair and looking at his fellow tribe members. "Was that right?"

Jarred says "It need hardly be said that the enemy one cannot see is more potent. We fight larger numbers than we ourselves possess. The better we are hidden, the more likely we can strike to the heart in one fell blow. The Adversary has no right to see us coming."

Shadow-of-Blood snaps, ~Because the two-legs, corrupted of Weaver, would kill us, not the Corrupter. They are easily led, and would do the Corrupter's work for him.~

Sepdet's gravity during the Litany is briefly broken by Aaron's footnote to his diatribe. She winks at him. "Well put," she murmurs.

Nightflash snorts at the Fool. ~We must hide from the world because we would be destroyed by those that should be our allies. Such is the punishment for our ancient folly.~

Path-of-Her-Own parts her jaws in a canine grin to Aaron, and swishes her tail. There is a veil for a reason. And that is to let us work to our fullest potential.

John, arms folded, grunts, "The humans are tied to the weaver. They seek order and live in patterns. They fear what they do not understand or do not control. And then seek to control. And if they can't, destroy. We really don't need that."

Tobin calls out, louder this time, "Fear is a stronger thing than logic for most, and history teaches that people destroy what they do not know, out of fear. We are unknown, and must stay as such to avoid being destoryed."

Sepdet puts in, ~And there is wisdom in hiding one's numbers, weapons, and strength. Let the Wyrm wonder where we will strike next, and who might be watching it.~

Wildfire snorts. ~And the scab already stinks without the folks always pissing and shitting themselves whenever we walk by.~

From the rock outcropping, Kaz and the Fool fence over the next tenet of the Litany, and then Kaz growls, ~The Leader May Be Challenged at Any Time of Peace; The Leader May Not Be Challenged in Time of War.~

Roger offers, "There are ways of enlisting the humans help... this is for our Kinfolk to deal with. We ourselves should not reveal our strengths lest we wish to have silver bullets in every weapon in the world."

Path-of-Her-Own turns from the ceremony to touch her nose on Sepdet's hand in a vague question for later that does not concern the present moot at hand.

In the windiest area, Three-Blades growls out her reply, unwavering the strength in her voice. ~Peace? Peace? When will there be a chance that we can relax in our war? And when we return tired from our missions, possibly with deaths, only -then- can we tell the Alpha that they were wrong in their plans? They would strike us down while our muscles are sore and our voices hoarse from yelling battle cries for them. We should be able to challenge the Leader -any- time we feel their judgement is lacking. We are constantly following the Leaders since we cannot object to their rules as stated in these laws. They keep us with just enough strength to run and die in battle, but without strength to challenge their rules, their laws. Surely the leaders made this one up to ensure their position for the rest of time!~

Sepdet gives Path-of-her-Own a nod and cocks an eyebrow at Aaron, apparently regarding this last point of debate.

Serendipity growls, ~War is war. Peace is peace. There is a difference.~

Jarred shrugs at that. "Well I must say, this is a truly magnificent tenet, and every Shadow Lord worth his iron thanks his ancestors for handing it down. It allows the leader to control when and where he can be challenged. The young have an annoying habit of challenging at bad times, based on their own often-scewed perceptions. Indeed... I, like most, have been guilty of this same wrong in the past.

Wildfire shouts out, ~To challenge in battle is to be blind to the enemy! To do so is to give a weakness the enemy can exploit. A mutiny will never be tolerated, not will a mutineer!~

John barks, "Stay the course. State your opinions, and challenge when not fighting. When an instant's discord means the difference between life and death, when fighters waver, uncertain of who they now follow, I will not hesitate to rip the throat from one who challenges the leader's role in making the decisions." He adds lowly, losing the savagery, "Pick your times."

Jamethon viciously snarls out, "You would challenge while your comarades bleed? You would compromise the efforts of a Sept, just so you can have a little more power?"

Wildfire peers over at the Shadow Lord elder, emphatically demanding that he stand over next to him with a motion of his hand.

Andrea gives a slight shake of her head to her ragabash packmate, who yawns theatrically for the benefit of his neighbors. She answers aloud, "To fight among ourselves at a crucial time will lose us the war. Challenges are allowed in times of peace because there is the breathing room to shuffle the power structure without the enemy moving in to destroy us."

From the rock outcropping, Kaz ignores the by-play between Get and Shadow Lord, snarling, ~Ye Shall Take No Action That Causes a Caern to Be Violated.~ Once the Sept finishes tearing the Fool's words to shreds, she shifts down into homid and rejoins her tribemates.

In the windiest area, ~It is inevitable for the caern to be somehow violated by actions, our own or otherwise. We fight a losing battle, and it is hard enough for us survive on our own, let alone protect land that cannot be saved. Caerns lost left and right, even if we try. Why fight for it at all?~ Three-Blades looks back out over the group, ears splaying as she breathes out these last words on her acting part of the moot's Fool. Finally, the end of the play.

Jarred makes his way around the edge of the clearing, keeping to the shadows of the large trees as he approaches the Fostern Ahroun.

Sepdet says, ~Such words again serve the Wyrm. Do we fight and serve Gaia? Do we guard her sacred places? Do we love this place on which we stand, the place that shields our cubs, our strength, our memories, our future? Or do we lie down and whine that the road is hard?~

Rides-Fire gives the Fool a look of disgust, though he flattens his ears and lowers his tail slightly. Finally, he says stridently, ~I will never abandon the fight for our caerns.~ The Stargazer puts a strange emphasis on the first word.

Dizzy shakes her head, that was a horrid argument against the law. Not that she could think of anything better, though.

Path-of-Her-Own notes irritably that it is not -one's- own liberty to violate a caern. If we do not fight, then Gaia, our mother, our earth, shall perish. And so shall we.

The Athro Warder calls out forcefully, "The caerns are the sacred places of Gaia. They are where Her power can reach out to touch us. The caerns are the very heart of what we fight /for/. o give up the caerns is to lie down and die, abandoning the fight, and giving Gaia Herself over to defilement."

Roger frowns and kneels beside his cub, "The road is hard, yes... but we are harder."

John nods at his cubs consterntation. "Some laws just argue for themselves."

Agatha murmurs under her breath, "Moon Otter did a better job..."

Wildfire smacks the Shadow Lord on the back of the head as if he were a Stooge while saying something only for his ears. Straightening back up, he refutes the Fool. ~Gaia is in our Caerns. She is who we fight for!~

Aaron raises his voice again. "So you're not even going to fight for it? If some guy comes to my house and says he's going to rob me, I'm sure as heck not just going to invite him in."

Jamethon looks over at Sepdet and then Roger, then the fool. "Indeed, the road is hard, and the journey difficult. I for one welcome it. And in the end will go down with the Wyrm's throat in my teeth and blood on my claws. I will NOT allow it to trample my home."

Dizzy puts out her hands and says to her elders, "Giving up means we've already lost. At least trying gives of a chance of like, winning."

Path-of-Her-Own thwaps Aaron approvingly with her tail.

Aaron jumps again as he gets tail-thwapped, and breaks into a wide smile at Path-of-Her-Own. "Thanks... I think."

Wildfire glares down at Jarred as he speaks quietly up to the Get.

Matt slips out of the back of the crowd, smiling a small, private smile. From a stained paper bag he draws a bone, probably a cow's femur, carefully cleaned but still stained a dull red. "Sure an' it's th' 'arry Lime fer Crackin' o' th' Pat. Calm yer box an' perk yer ten-speeds, an' sure as yer not Mutt an' Jeff, ye moight learn sommat wurf takin' back 'ome in yer loaf." With that cryptic announcement, he snaps the bone over his thigh, holding on to one half himself, and offering the other half out to Three-Blades. "Yer up, precious, an' Oi'll warn ye, Oi'm doin' my corn as best Oi know 'ow, so nuffin' bent from yer nanny-goat or Oi'll be forced ta box yer Irish."

Agatha follows Matt's announcement with difficulty, frowning as she tries to parse the Fianna's accent.

Eamon leans over to Talespinner and mutters, "What the *fuck* did he just say?"

Jamethon just stares, blankly.

Leonard watches Three-Blades as she enters, and flashes her an approving look.

Shadow-of-Blood watches the motions and shifts his attentions to Three-Blades.

Tobin stares blankly at Matt, blinks once, and then gives up trying to translate the specifics, reasonably sure he's gotten the gist.

Joey covers a smiling mouth with his hand, the laughter in his eyes.

Aaron blinks. More than once.

Piotr slips in quietly.

Roger grins at that announcment from Matt and seems pleased at his words, laughing silently to himself.

Jarred pauses in the middle of his whispering to Wildfire to shoot a bemused glance up to Matt.

Dizzy is as lost as many seem to be. She looks to Roger, then to John, hoping for an explanation.

Nightflash looks to the philodox for a moment in puzzlement, then to Andrea. ~There will be no opening this night?~

Malachi's brow furrows. His mismatched eyes flick to Andrea in confusion.

Andrea stands. Dryly, she says, "Perhaps you should repeat everything also in Mother Tongue, Matt, just to make sure everyone understands. But first, the Opening of the Inner Sky. Elan?" The alpha turns toward the Master of the Rite questioningly.

Wildfire stops his conversation with Jarred, instead looking up to peer at the Truthcatcher for some reason other than the way he talks.

John simply stands, watching. He hushes Dizzy, and gives Roger a curious look.

From the rock outcropping, Shadow Eyes moves to the outcropping slowly, looking back to the assembled garou, then he stands and grows to the crinos form.

Matt blushes a rich, beet red, bonking himself lightly on the forehead with his end of the bone. He then turns, to give his attention to Shadow Eyes.

From the rock outcropping, Shadow Eyes raises his muzzle and howls to the moon. ~Gaia, mother of us all, hear our call to you. Fog, wise bearer of secrets, listen to our song. After tonight we go to war, the first strike of many to come! Come, now, show us your might!~ He raises his claws and then brings them down in one powerful sweep. For a second nothing happens, then mist begins to seep out of the very air, resolving into ten long streak of mist before the outpouring becomes massive, pooling around the Ritemasters feet, then rising to obscure him. A great white bank of mist moves out like a silent explosion, tendrils seeking and twining around all the garou present. Soon the valley is covered with the twisting body of Fog; gentle probing whispers and glimpses of fleeting shapes within the mist play tricks on the eyes and ears of the assembled for a few minutes. ~The Inner Sky is Opened! Fog has come!~ Shadow Eyes then raises his muzzle once more and lets loose with a long howl.

Andrea answers that howl. Rides-Fire, relieved to have at least a brief reprieve from the Truthcatcher, follows suit.

Three-Blades looks briefly at Matt, before bumping his shoulder with a part of her arm before joining in the howl.

Jamethon shifts quickly up to crinos, breathing in slowly as Fog's tendrils find him and envelop the Get. Soon, when sight can barely be seen, James releases a blazing howl.

Renee squeaks and latches onto Joey's leg. Okay, that was one surprise to many.

Joey isn't one of those who shifts. Instead, he puts his hand on the girl cub's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, as if to say 'it's cool.' He's trying to be as reassuring as possible.

Seeker shifts to lupus and adds his howl to the others', high and loud.

The single Talon in the caern lifts his muzzle and releases a long howl, dissonantly clashing with his packmate's beside him.

Roger taps Dizzy, motioning many who have shifted to Crinos before doing so himself and howling out with a Galliard's ability to find resonating tones that compliment others, as well as carrying themselves.

Tobin smiles fiercely at the presence of Fog surrounding him, and he howls as well, shifting down to lupus for it and letting it ring.

Piotr turns up his face and howls to the sky despite his lack of a form shift.

From the rock outcropping, Shadow Eyes, satisfied, changes back down to the wolf form and pads over to join his tribemates.

Malachi grimaces, shifting down into wolf form in time to join in on the howl; his young voice is discordant and fierce.

Path-of-Her-Own twitches her nose, eyes closing as Fog envelopes her, tilting her muzzle skyward and letting lose with a song of her own.

Wildfire calls out by himself, only the Shadow Lord elder standing nearby but still isolated by his own howl.

Dizzy blinks at the tap and looks about. She shifts into crinos herself and joins the howl.

Sepdet's own summons and hail is silent, a straightening of her posture, set of jaw, and hands raised briefly in a ritual gesture the only sign of her will poured into the part of Moot which matters most to her.

Patrick shifts up into crinos form and joins the howlalong with the rest of the sept.

With a controlled ferocity, the Warder throws his head back and howls as well, not bothering at the time to shift.

Jarred joins his once packmate in the howl, shifting to Crinos.

Child-Holder sings out her howl, pouring her heart and spirit into the rough sound that warps as she shifts to her lupus form.

Agatha shifts up into Crinos in a rush to join in the Howl.

Aaron clenches his eyes, slowly shifting to Lupus form. Joining in with everyone else, he howls (somewhat awkwardly) with everyone else.

John is silent to start, in the manner of so few. He stands, shifting into Crinos, and lowering his head respectfully-- closing his eyes for a few moments in that humble gesture, before tilting his head back and adding the depth of his howl to the others.

After the howling is done, Fights-For-Hope looks to where Wildfire was and moves towards the elder Get.

Bloodsinger slips into view amidst the steam vents, her one-eared held held low as she treads silently at the outskirts.

As the howls die away, Drinks-Deeply-of-the-Bitter-Cup turns to look toward Matt and inclines her head in an acknowledging nod.

Matt's smile is a little thinner, and his face more ruddy with embarrassment, but he resumes, gamely. ~As I said. I am here to preside over the Cracking of the Bone. Pay attention, you might learn something useful.~ He nods to Three-Blades. ~Three-Blades will speak first and speak true, as I am watching for falsehood.~ He then takes a step back, away from the limelight, wiping his brow with a sleeve.

Wildfire stands just that much taller as his fellow Get comes to stand beside him.

Leonard watches Yi.

Three-Blades exhales, the action pushing off some tendrils of the mist from her. She's up again under a fading spotlight, and takes up the bones from the Truthcatcher and turning back to the crowd. ~Right... in other words, shut your jaws and open your ears.~ She pauses. ~Please.~ The CantoGnawer looks through the crowds, nodding towards Eamon a ways away. ~A gathering for the ragabash of the Hidden Walk has been planned. I have spoken with Eamon Ever-Grinning-rhya and a few others. I ask the elders and galliards of the tribes to notify their new moons about this auspice moot, and invite all ragabash to come. We will be discussing the future of our auspice's role for the sept, as well as training for cubs and general knowledge sharing. The gathering's time and place are yet to be determined, but will be sometime during the next newmoon phase or one after that. Thank you.~ She returns the bones to the Truthcatcher, and finds a spot in between her pack and her tribe to squeeze into.

Child-Holder sits back to watch Yi.

Spending as little time in the warform as is respectful, the Ice-Walker quickly shifts back to homid, refolding his arms to watch the proceedings.

Fights-For-Hope mirrors his elder in stance and nudges him roughly at the shoulder, in the manner of Get greeting.

Aaron looks around from side to side, and blinks his eyes. He gruffs slightly, and returns to his natural form.

Faces-the-Shadows-Within looks curiously at the young cliath Gnawer who has never introduced herself to him, then simply shrugs with a glance at his packmate.

Watching her elder, Spins-in-Circles follows suit, returning to homid.

Matt steps forward again to take the ragged-ended bone from Yi and offers it in Owen's direction. "Roight. Fanks, Three-Blades. Wildfire? Doan't mind me West Ham's, speak yer bit, fair an' plain, aye?"

Dreamer returns to homid about the same exact time as John, standing calmly and watchfully beside him.

Wildfire lumbers forward to take the offered bones, guessing that his name being mentioned means it's his turn to speak. As he turns to face the crowd, to those equal and below him and, perhaps even those above him, see him standing taller, prouder, nobler than ever before. ~I come before you to give notice of another moot in two week's time. It will be for the truest of warriors in this sept. It will be for those that share my auspice. The ahrouns will gather. We will learn. We will inform. We will unify for the improvement of this sept! I encourage other auspices to do the same at your own times. We will meet at this sacred place.~

Tobin sits back on his haunches and elects to remain in his wolf form for the moment, watching the proceedings intently.

Wildfire returns the bones if there are no questions, then returns to his spot.

Rides-Fire's good ear perks with interest as he watches Wildfire. He nudges Nightflash, but makes no comment.

Matt reclaims the bone, and quickly holds it out in Agatha's directon. "Yours," he says simply, making a sweeping take-the-stage gesture with his half of the femur.

Nightflash grunts softly at his packmate. It has been too long since we gathered.

Jamethon eyes his elder with something that seems to disagree slightly with Wildfire's words, but soon it passess and he holds his peace.

Agatha takes the bone with an ironic half bow for the Fianna half-moon. ~Thank you,~ she says, letting her Greek accent thicken her words even in the Mother Tongue for a moment before turning to the assembled Sept. ~I have two announcements. First, the Galliards will also be holding a gathering. I believe all who are full members of the Sept have already been told, but if there are cubs whose Elders would have them attend, let them speak to me or to Kaz at a later time. Second, Laura, Helen, Kit, and myself have formed a pack. We claim the territory between the river and the Bawn, south of Night's Talons and north of Ouroboros. If any would dispute our claim, speak now.~ Her teeth bare in a caricature of a grin as she finishes her announcement and hands the bone back to Matt.

Chance looks up at this announcement, then to Helen, but shows no other reaction.

Roger nods to the announcment, fully intending on being there.

John looks down at Dizzy, thoughtfully, then back to Matt. A ghost of a smile touches his lips for a few moments, then fades back to that neutral mask.

Dizzy looks up at John, over the top of her sunglasses, a confused look on her face, "What?" she asks him quietly.

Matt takes the bones, returning the Galliard's bow with one of his own. His face seems to have returned to a normal hue, and his grin is closer to its normal wry girth. Taking the bone, he turns to Dizzy, offering out the bone and raising an eyebrow. "Sure an' yer not goin' ta leave me up 'ere wif me three-card 'ang out, roight?" He stage whispers to her. In a louder voice, he adds "If anyone 'as a teapot ta introduce to th' maddening crowd, now would be a cracker time."

John gives Dizzy a gentle nudge, and nods to Matt. He whispers something quietly.

John whispers to Dizzy, "Time to introduce yourself."

Biter gives Andrea a questioning look.

Bloodsinger drifts at the edge of the gathering silently, her single ear raised in mild curiosity as she paces.

Bitter Cup splays her ears out. ~I think so, cub,~ she says with good humor. ~Go on up.~

Seeker peers at Matt for a moment, trying to decipher his gibberish. He leans over to Aaron and says, "I think he means that new cubs should introduce themselves. Go ahead."

Path-of-Her-Own presses her nose briefly against Aaron's leg. She will go up with him.

Dizzy takes the bone nervousely, totally unknowing what sort of announcement she has to make. The whisper from John clears some of that up and she nods, holding the bone closely to herself as she turns to face the rest of the garou. Nervous as hell, "Hello," is all she says at first. She glances at John and then back to those gathered. "I am Dizzy Bradstreet. Spins in Circles. New moon cub to the Glasswalkers."

Three-Blades seeks out the new Gnawer cub Renee, and motions for her to also go over and wait to introduce herself.

Child-Holder watches for Renee to move to the front, ears pricked.

Elan stands and moves to the edge of the area.

Piotr nods politely at the new cub, watching.

Dizzy quickly hands the bone back to Matt, slightly embarressed.

Aaron looks around, waiting his turn to take the bone. When his time comes, he steps forward with it and nods. "Hi. I'm Aaron Conde, Galliard cub of the Silent Striders. Nice to meet all of you." When he's done, he smiles down at Path-of-her-Own, and holds the bone out to whoever will take it next.

Biter doesn't look particularly comfortable at getting up in front of what appears to be the whole Sept, but he shakes himself thoroughly and pads up to the proper place, reverting to human form as he reaches it. Taking the bone, he squints at the crowd and -- doing his damndest to look confident and not succeeding -- says, "Malachi Gardner, called, um, Bites-Everything or just Biter. Ahroun cub of the Children of Gaia. Um, human by birth." Introduction done, he retreats from the crowd's focus with some alacrity.

Renee looks between Three-Blades and the cub that just stood up and announced herself. Her eyes go a little wide and she swallows. Standing up a little shakily and moving toward the front. Waiting her turn.

Bloodsinger slips quietly to Sepdet's side, her posture subdued and uncharacteristically respectful.

Laura shifts to her homid form, spotting Renee as she steps to the fore.

Sepdet watches how Aaron carries himself with intent scrutiny. Bloodsinger's good ear receives an absent scritch--and a light tug.

Seeker nods approvingly to Aaron.

Shadow-of-Blood mostly ignores the introductions, gnawing at a paw as the various homid cubs get up and introduce themselves in English.

The young Gnawer's turn comes around and she steps up, nearly shaking in her shoes as she takes one of the bones. "Umm. Renee. Galliard. Bone Gnawer cub." She hands back the bones as quickly as possible, retreating into the crowd.

Path-of-Her-Own takes Renee's place once she's done, lightly placing a paw on the bone. ~Raeye Anderson, Eye-of-Ra, or Travels-the-Path-on-Her-Own; Path-of-Her-Own. Dancer's moon of the Silent Striders, Cliath.~ A dip of her head. ~Returned.~ After the introduction, she moves back amongst her tribemates.

Wildfire has his arms crossed, silently drumming his fingers along the sides of his elbows.

Rides-Fire's ear flicks back and forth as he recognizes his alpha's tribe name, but he otherwise makes little sign at the introductions either.

Three-Blades gives the young unsure cub a short nod, trying to look reassuring but likely her scarred up warform isn't offering much by way of appearance.

Joey watches, with a smile on his face, as Renee beats feet back to him. He gives the girl a silent thumbs-up, and goes onto listen.

Bloodsinger makes a dry sound in the back of her throat as she eyes the introductions, then casts a questioning glance up at Sepdet. Dare me?

John beckons Dizzy back to her Tribesmates, a hint of a wry smile accompanying the gesture.

Laura stands to take the bone after Raeye. "Laura Child-Holder, Theurge of the Black Furies, Cliath. I've come from the Sept of Snow-Lies-Deep, and I pack with Agatha, Helen and Kit." She steps back almost immediately, bowing respectfully to the alphas.

Dizzy is amazed at how the other cubs fared at their introductions. Apparently it was sprung pretty quickly on them as well. Silently she berates herself as she walks back over to John.

Sepdet gives Bloodsinger a wry look. ~It's time you chose,~ she mutters cryptically. ~Go if you will.~

Path-of-Her-Own eyes the familiarity between Sepdet and Bloodsinger, but aside from leaving an ear on them, she watches the rest of the introductions mildly.

Zoe watches the various and sundry, and before the bone goes back, she steps forward and reaches for it. "Zoe Lysias. ~Sun's Bright Shadow~ Fostern Warrior of the Black Furies. Guest, for the time being. Lately from the sept of Gaia's Bones."

Aaron returns to where he was standing before the introductions, and looks over the rest of the Garou there. He wipes at his forehead with his forearm, trying to calm his nerves a bit.

Matt folds his arms, tapping his bone lightly against his jacket watching the line thin. He casts about, looking for others making their way forward.

Agatha watches the newer of the Ahrouns of her tribe to join her Sept with slightly narrowed eyes, not having had much opportunity to observe the newcomer.

Bloodsinger chuffs dryly and shakes out her fur, eyeing the bone from afar. She snorts and gives Aaron a reassuring nudge with her muzzle before loping forward, head raised slightly.

Tatt takes up the bone in one hand, eyeing the gathering. "Tatiana," she lifts her harsh voice enough to be audible. "Used t'be ~Bears-the-Broken-Stones~, or ~Bloodsinger~. ~Crosses-the-Line~, more recently," she adds with a vague glance toward the group of Get. "Cliath, gib-moon, and a Strider. _Preguntas?_" She glances around, as though expecting an objection.

Agatha's eyebrows arch as she recognizes the new Strider. Fancy that...

When Tatiana looks towards the Get, she will note that Wildfire's hackles are staunchly raised.

John merely gives the introduced Strider a darkly amused look, tapping his fingers over one arm.

Tatt blinks mildly at Wildfire, flipping the bone deftly in one hand before replacing it and shifting back into lupus, then loping back to Sepdet's side.

Path-of-Her-Own's ears prick forward at Tatiana's tribe and auspice, but otherwise remains passive.

Matt takes the bone back, mildly muttering to himself. "She's pregnant?" Again, he scans the crowd for others coming forward.

Sepdet settles a hand lightly on the nape of Bloodsingers neck. It's not entirely clear whether it's a pat of approval, or a self-deluded attempt to keep her tribesmate under a modicum of control.

Runs-the-Line comes loping down into the caern and shifts up to homid, casting an apologetic glance to Bitter Cup before scanning the crowd and catching the end of Tatt's introduction. After stepping forward to take the bone from Matt, the tall, dark Gaian rises to her full height and speaks clearly and easily, her vowels rounded distinctly. "I am Irene Mirembe Wise, Spirit Never Dies by birth and Runs-the-Line-Between-Dark-and-Light by Rite, philodox cliath of Gaia's Children." Her gaze swings inclusively over those gathered. "For two years I ran with the Guardians at the Sept of Gaia's Mouth in New Mexico; a month ago I arrived here from the Western Eye to offer chiminage to Drinks-Deeply-of-the-Bitter-Cup-rhya and to see the Hidden Walk for myself. You will see me working in the garden over near the farm house. I thank those of you who have welcomed me."

Three-Blades watches each of the introductions carefully, learning the new faces and putting names with them.

Aaron glances over at Bloodsinger, and raises an eyebrow at Sepdet. "Everything okay?" he asks under his breath.

Tobin sits quietly, one ear flicking every now and then. But for that he may as well not be there.

Bloodsinger makes a rumbling sound of amusement at Sepdet, and simply setlles down in a sphinx-like position to observe the proceedings.

Sepdet gives Aaron a cryptic smile and curt nod.

Faces-the-Shadows-Within steps forward and takes the offered shard of bone. ~Good evening,~ he says in a fairly dry tone. ~I am Patrick Hill, Faces-the Shadows-Within, an adren ragabash, twice-born of Uktena, packmate to the sept alpha.~ He looks over the group for a moment before his gaze falls directly on Three-Blades. ~Most of you probably know me by now, but I figured an introduction was again in order.~ With that, he flips the bone back to the Truthcatcher, and walks over beside his packmate again.

Laura notes that Jonathan is conspicuously absent from the introductions, and wonders at that as she gets comfortable again.

Three-Blades blinks a couple of times, meeting the adren raggie's gaze first before lowering a touch. Her ears turn backwards, implied submission in the action, coupled with some regret for a mistake.

Sebastian emerges from the edges of the clearing, well aware of his tardiness. However, there is no trace of contrition that can be gleaned from his facade. Instead, he takes his place far from the gathered, choosing to remain relatively unseen.

Agatha blinks as she watches Patrick, murmuring under her breath, "Blessed Mother..."

Laura glances at Agatha, confusion plain on her face, then looks back to Patrick. Other than his rank, she sees nothing special about him...

Matt bobbles the bone as he catches it (being slightly encumbered by the other half), but manages, nodding to the newly introduced. "A bit all over th' gaff, but cracker, all. John, ol' sod? Oi offer it inta yer germans. Ye know th' drill." The bone is offered out to the Glass Walker, and a wry grin.

Agatha very slowly parses the Fianna's slang. Germans: Hans: hands. What is it with the Fianna, anyhow, that makes them mangle words that way? She gives Matt a sour look.

Three-Blades, ears back still, briefly wishes Bernie were here to translate.

Nightflash silently marvels at his newfound ability to read minds.

John unfolds his arms, giving Matt a nod of acknowledgement before striding forward to take the offered bone. He looks out over the assembled Garou, for a moment, and clears his throat quickly. The Walker's voice calls out low and grave, but clear. "My name is John Smith. Walks-Thin-Ice, Cliath Ahroun of the Glass Walkers, and currently the Acting Tribal Elder." He looks at the bone in his hand, flicking it a little, as he continues smoothly. "Formerly of Grey Sky in Seattle, before being unpleasantly displaced. I've been here for six months, and will soon be completing my chiminage of teaching Rites and gifts. However, that's not for a couple weeks, so you can still see me about that. I have a few more important issues to call to your attention." Unconsciously tapping the bone against the back of a fist, he scans the assembled Garou, again. Sternly, he calls out, "We have blights in the city that require constant attention. Lights have been produced by Roger, then installed and maintained in the sewers by small numbers of us city-dwellers, with the goal of partially driving back the banes that manifest there, and making the environs more hospitable for a spirit some of our Theurges had planned on summoning down there, to do the job more effectively for us." He pauses for breath, and to see if anyone has any questions thus far.

Chaser makes her way into the center of the Caern, silent and scowling. She circles the periphery of the gathered Garou, heading vaguely in Matt's direction and watching the introductions proceed.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz just listens, intently. /She/ knows all this.

Three-Blades has no questions, though she growls roughly in remembering calling the Garou at a previous moot to do this.

Piotr just listens, and nods.

Leonard arches an eyebrow at John as he claims only city dwellers have been working on this.

Dizzy listens intently, mostly just because he's her elder, but its interesting to hear news of what all the non-cubs do.

Bloodsinger narrows wet-gold eyes at John's speech, the stub of her missing ear twitching with ill-concealed annoyance.

Wildfire's attention is fully upon John, although his hackles have yet to go down any. He keeps himself silent though as he stand beside the other Get that's been here since the Opening.

John goes on, seeing no-one has any major objections. "It'd be nice to see more of the Sept getting involved. I've spoken to the Alpha and understand that some packs suffer some disadvantages for the unique situation the sewers provide, but I'm stating now, that if you wish for you or your packs to be involved, let me know. I'll fill you in, toss equipment at you and send you on your way, if you want to go by yourselves. There's been some good diversity in the groups down there, so far, but mostly Gnawers. Other news. You're probably all aware that there's a particular large, difficult, and lingering blight in the hospital that has been there for a matter of what may be years. Time to get moving on that one and clean it up for good. I have a request for all the Theurges who have no immediate, pressing business of their own, to attend to. Start making talens. Offensive ones-- war, pain, fire, acid, whatever. If it can kill, we can use it. After our foray past the wall of webbing that surrounds the place, we should have a good indication of the numbers and disposition of the enemy forces, to more effectively tailor our plans. Kin and Garou have suffered collecting information on this place, and countless humans have endured more than they should from that place's evil. Right now, the current focus is to prepare ourselves for an intelligent co-ordinated assault. And even this should be an information-gathering exercise. We're not going to simply blow it up. We have to do the hard yards, and empty the place first, so we don't see another incident like the power plant explosion."

Laura notes John's request, and reminds herself to speak with he and Agatha about it later.

Seeker nods in approval.

Three-Blades flicks her ears at all the news she's heard pretty much. An occassional glance turns towards the new Gnawer cub to keep track of her.

Bloodsinger tilts her head curiously before lowering it to rest on her forepaws, lidding her gaze as her intact ear half-listens to the gathering.

Wildfire grunts, making a mental note.

Renee hasn't wandered from Joey's side, as it seems the safest place to be at the moment.

Having wandered in a bit late and staying quiet, Alicia hangs about by Joey and Renee, arms crossed and listening intently.

Aaron watches from the sidelines, trying to take in all of this. He's counting off on his fingers every so often as a point is raised, as if making mental notes to himself about the speech.

John folds his arms, tapping the bone against one arm. "Things you need to know. Principals with the information I've been dealing with at the moment, are myself and Dena. Especially helpful kin, include the Doctor Alec St. Jean, Vicki Whitehead, and Drew Miller. But don't all go bugging them, at once. Deal with myself or Dena, so we don't have redundant information-gathering going on. I would like for interested Raggies to see me about some information gathering that needs to occur in the hospital, Realmwards, using infiltration and stealth. I'd prefer that a group of you see me, work yourselves out, and then get me what I need to make decisions about Umbral scouting. Apparently it's a hell-hole, and suicide for anyone who goes it alone, expecting not to fight. There are relatively minor tasks that need completing. Brief example: I have been informed that the entire staff of Neurosurgeons are tainted. They'll need to either meet with accidents, or be cleansed." Skipping ahead somewhat, John, looks to the sky for a moment, and then back to the assembled Sept. "In addition to work with the hospital and Sewers, you can find me at the Walker Safehouse if you have any issues with my Tribe or its members. Or cubs." His mouth twists wryly. "I am aware of the Kent Crossing Umbral fire, and will wait for recommendations from the Theurge moot, as to what needs to be done to restore the area." Looking somewhat impatient, the Walker Ahroun unfolds his arms and taps the bone against one palm. He gives the safehouse address - an old apartment building on Regan St - and then grunts, "That'll be all for now." striding back to hand Matt the bone, and then return to his Tribesmates.

Elan stands and takes the Bone. He holds it and faces the assembled Garou. "It seems a night for auspice meetings. I would like to call a meeting of the sept theurges for a time eight days from now. There is much we need to discuss, but primary among these are the Women's Shelter, what spirits if any still reside around the former Sept of Gaia's Tears, the great spirit guardians that are where the power plant once stood, and the recent fire in the Shadow that lies over Kent Crossing. Much work to be done there, and it will be a long undertaking. There is more on my mind to talk about, but get with me over the next few days if there is pressing business about the spirits of the area that must be discussed. That is all, I think." He then hands the Bone over to Matt, Bringer of Steak, and retakes his seat among his tribe.

Chaser lifts her chin a little, and gestures to Matt as she makes her way toward him. By the tension in her strides, the Rotagar is in an ill temper--or maybe it's just the moon's influence.

Three-Blades slides her gaze over towards John for a long moment, before turning her attentions back to the moot.

Laura raises her head when Elan stands, and makes sure to note that as well...Oh, it's going to be a long month...

Sepdet observes the Master of Rites as intently as she listens to his words, as if weighing the speaker as well as the news.

Matt makes it look as though he was expecting Chaser, right then, retrieving the bone with a respectful half-bow to Shadow-Eyes. He offers it to her with little comment, announcing only "Chaser-Never-Rests..."

Chaser takes the bone and toys with it, idly, in both hands as she turns and looks over the Garou. Her voice is rough-edged, but she projects well enough. "Buncha new people might not know me. Chaser-Never-Rests, Fostern no-moon. Signe is no longer Get Elder; I am. Anyone finds a cub of the Get, bring 'em to me. City or farmhouse. I live in the city, but I'm out here plenty." She shifts her weight on her feet, and flips a shock of hair out of her eyes with a little toss of her head. "Regardin' what John said... if anyone wants to talk t'me after, I plan to pull together that group to scout the hospital." She hitches one shoulder, her expression grim, jaw tight. "That's it."

Bloodsinger opens one eye as a Get takes the stage, and her ear flicks minutely.

Wildfire's jaw clenches tightly, his hackles, having never gone down, are still feathered out. He keeps a steady gaze on Chaser wordlessly as she finishes her bit.

Bitter Cup displays visible surprise, though she quickly forces her ears to relax.

The taut line of Chaser's mouth quirks up just slightly at the corners, in a cynical expression that isn't really a smile. "Thanks, limey," she murmurs as she hands the bone back to Matt.

Matt takes the bone back a little startled. "Not one ta wank on then, are we? Roight." He frowns a little, then finds Kaz. He motions her forward with the bone, waving it a little until she comes to get it from him.

Nightflash listens to the Get's announcements with a dubious expression.

Three-Blades gazes in Chaser's direction, taking some more mental notes before moving to Leonard's side and lowering to a sit.

Fights-For-Hope eyes Chaser as she steps down, grimly at best.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz comes to the center, and takes the bones. She glances around, gaze finding Galliards especially. "Speakin' of Moots. Galliards got one. A week from now. Everyone's welcome t'come listen t'th' stories an' songs part of it. We'll be over at th' Story Tree, in fact. S'catch us there."

Bloodsinger lifts her head slowly, nudging Sepdet's hand with her muzzle. Story Tree? What's this, the Enchanted Forest?

From the rock outcropping, Kaz, who apparently was dozing when Agatha announced the Galliard Moot before, hands the bones back to Matt.

Sepdet misses the reference, or else her sense of humor is once again taking refuge behind deadpan. ~The place where we tell stories,~ she explains in a mutter to Bloodsinger.

Bloodsinger mrrs quietly to her elder. Show me where? I should take the cub.

Matt nods to Andrea, motioning the Alpha forward to speak. "Thank you for the opportunity to do this, Drinks-Deeply-of-the-Bitter-Cup-rhya." He hands her the bone with both hands and steps back, much like he's seen royal pages do. He tries without success to conceal a gigantic grin.

Aaron looks between Bloodsinger and Sepdet, and nods in agreement, signifying that he'd like to know where it is, too.

John eyes Chaser, through the rest of the discussion, tilting his head. When he's confident he's got her eye, he gives her a slight nod. A gesture of beckoning, then pointing to the ground, is accompanied by a mouthed 'after'.

Bitter Cup moves up to take the bones, offering the philodox a wry earflick and a nod of acknowledgement. The alpha turns to the sept and begins without preamble, her dark eyes moving over the gathered Garou as she speaks. ~One moot ago, I came before you and asked whichever Garou spoke for the tribe in dealings with the sept come to speak to me, or at least send word by the galliards. All have at least this, though some have changed even in that short time." She pauses for breath, only a handful of heartbeats, then presses on. ~Dena Serendipity's Shadow leads the tribe of Black Furies. Elan Shadow Eyes stands for the Bone Gnawers. I and Robert Keeps-the-Peace lead the Children of Gaia. Seirian Luna-Singer has claimed alpha of the Fianna, with Matt Speaks-in-Circles and Rusty as her seconds. Apparently Chaser-Never-Rests leads the Get of Fenris.~ That last sentence comes out flatter than the rest, though the Gaian makes no overt expression as she continues. ~Though Daisy is recognized as tribal elder within the Glass Walkers, John Walks-Thin-Ice will act as his tribe's representative in the sept and strives to complete his chiminage.~ She pauses to seek out the Glass Walker around and dip her muzzle shallowly at him.

Sepdet's hands fumble in an aborted attempt at a reply before remembering that the cub doesn't know sign and her fingers can't manage it anyway these days. She nods quietly to her tribesmates.

John returns the Alpha's nod, respectfully.

Wildfire is keeping himself guardedly quiet, though he is silently fuming with the moon's weight on his shoulders.

Chaser answers the Glasswalker with a curt nod, and then threads her way around the periphery of the Garou once more. She walks with her head bowed, her expression tight and unreadable.

Song-of-Fury bristles as his tribe is left out of the announcement.

Bloodsinger presses her nose briefly against the Theurge's fingers in a gesture of solidarity, before returning her attention to the center.

Dizzy looks between Bitter Cup and John. She wispers to her elder, "You just want me to leave when this is over, or shall I wait for you?"

Bitter Cup says, ~Shadow-of-Blood currently is the only Red Talon residing at the Hidden Walk, and thus speaks for his tribe. Jarred Storm-Singer stands for the Shadow Lords. Sepdet Swims-Through-Silver leads the Silent Striders. Brittany Sterling, the Silver Fangs. Patrick Faces-the-Shadows-Within remains alpha of the Uktena. Leonard Little-Bear claims leadership for the Wendigo.~

John looks between Roger and Dizzy, and then tilts his head. Murmuring very softly, he replies "This stuff could be important to you, even as a cub. If you want to take an interest in it, that is. But you should go home. There's the revel for me to attend to, yet, and you most definitely can't attend that."

Bitter Cup's gaze now seeks out Rides-Fire, who stands stiffly under her regard. ~Some of you may wonder why I did not list out the alpha of the Stargazers. The Stargazers, as a tribe, have left the Garou nation. Almost all of their people have withdrawn from septs held by the other twelve tribes. Their own caerns have been largely overrun and destroyed. They have broken the Litany with their action, refusing to remain to combat the Wyrm further.~ She pauses after that bald statement, then says, ~However, the two Stargazers that have called the Hidden Walk their home have chosen to stay. I call an Elder Moot in two weeks time, to decide whether they will still be considered to be recognized as a tribe at this sept.~

Chaser turns, at that, her brow furrowing as she looks back at Bitter Cup.

"Yeah, it is interesting," the Glass Walker cub replies, "It's all stuff I'm going to have to be concerned with after I rite. But, how long is customary for a cub to hang around?"

Aaron blinks, looking in surprise to the other Striders. "They just _left_? Can they do that?" he asks in a whisper.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz blinks and stares not at Chaser but at Rides-Fire. The newshound is evidently at a disadvantage.

Three-Blades flattens her ears this time full onto her furred head, growling softly and shifting uncomfortably at the announced news.

Rides-Fire continues to stare straight ahead. Through his body reads a defiant pride, both his tail and ears hang lower than the ahroun's wont.

Alicia lifts her chin up a bit and looks curious to this recent bout of news.

Wildfire peers over to Chaser who stands across the way at the mention of the Elder Moot. His gaze slowly returns to the sept Alpha after a few moments.

Leonard studies rides-Fire thoughtfully.

John hushes Dizzy, leaning down to whisper. He watches the 'gazer who's currently the center of attention.

Sepdet's shoulders tighten. ~Not by our laws,~ she says in a low, flat voice to Aaron, staring out into the mist with a tightening around the eyes that speaks of some private stake in the matter.

Laura follows the Alpha's gaze, tensing a little. They ditched out? She crosses her arms over her chest.

Nightflash takes a half-step closer to his packmate, baring his teeth at anyone who develops a sudden case of righteousness.

Seeker sighs at that news.

Zoe looks first at the speaker, then at the lupus so obviously pointed out by the speaker's words. Then she can't help but look at her own elder, giving Dena a strange, puzzled look.

Chaser narrows her eyes slightly, and then gives Nightflash a cynical look. "Oh, /chill/," she mutters.

Matt's expression is frozen, mouth hanging dumbly open. His I-have-no-response-to-that face is eventually shaken loose as he tries to regain his focus.

John whispers to Dizzy, "Stay til everyone leaves. Simple rule."

Bitter Cup lets any discussion die down before she says, ~As I said at the former moot, for the Elder position, I am only concerned with the relationship of the tribe to the sept. The Elder must be someone that can speak for the tribe, and that will deal with the sept, at least through messages. If anyone has difficulty with an issue because these things are not being done, speak to me. It will be resolved.~ That last is said implacably, as she concludes. ~The ranks within the tribe are a matter for the tribe, but the tribe's ability to deal with sept matters is my concern.~

Serendipity glances back to Zoe; she's at something more than a loss herself, though she doesn't join in the chorus of stares at the lupus.

Nightflash merely returns Chasers cynical look with a disgusted one of his own.

Bloodsinger blinks, lifting head from paws again. In a single, smooth motion the lupus rises and lopes towards Rides-Fire, her head held at a respectful angle. 'Gazer?

Sepdet mutters "Croatan" under her breath, with an edge of anger directed nowhere in particular, and wrenches her attention back to the alpha.

John shrugs dismissively, and looks back at the Alpha expectantly. He subtly encourages his Tribesmates to do the same, noting quietly to the two, "Whatever. He's still here. He's not his Tribe."

Bitter Cup then arches furry eyebrows as she looks from Three-Blades to Wildfire. Shadow-Eyes, Agatha and Kaz also get acknowledgement. ~Few spoke to me about the wish for auspice leaders,~ she adds. ~However, it seems some are doing this job for the sept. I approve, whether or not they are recognized as sept positions.~ With that, she hands the bones back to Matt with a short bow.

Wildfire is standing still, hackles raised, and growling just above audible levels without really realizing that he is.

Rides-Fire does look over when someone actually frames the question in words. He just looks at Bloodsinger in silent inquiry.

Three-Blades dips her muzzle once at the Alpha before returning to brood quietly.

Matt steps forward and reclaims the bone, again exchanging a respectful dip of the head. He waits for the hub-bub to quiet down somewhat, then continues: "Roight. Sure an' that's a shed-load o' wisdom ta take back ta th' pope. Oi fank ye all fer helpin' me not go arse-over-tits, 'ere. Now Oi give th' bone over ta Nightflash, our Master o' Challenges, 'oo 'as some o' th' latter ta acquaint ye wif. Oi've done me piece then, an' if ye've not sussed me, sweet as a nut ask me an' Bob's yer Uncle Oi'll lay it out bang on for ye." With that he winks, and holds the bone out to Nightflash, eyeing a comfortable spot in the back.

Bloodsinger shakes out her fur, chuffs quietly, and gives a gretting sniff at the Stargazer's muzzle. 'Gazer, no 'Gazer. This your home? Stay. Tribes are only words, hey?

Nightflash shifts up as he walks, taking a form with hands, that he might hold the bones. Turning to face the Sept, he announces loudly, ~Ear-to-the-Ground has passed her challenge to Shadow Eyes and is now fostern.~ His eyes seek out the Bone Gnawer and he nods once in recognition of her success before continuing. ~There are several new challenges being issued this month. Seeker of the Silent Striders, offer your challenge.~

Seeker stands. "I have challenged Sepdet Swims-through-Silver for the rank of Adren."

Chaser stifles a quiet sound, and glances over toward Sepdet.

Sepdet steps away from her tribesmates, turns, and fixes her gaze upon Seeker. ~As Warrior you are proven, and long have you taught our cubs. But a Strider must have insight as well as hand and heart. Therefore you shall face me in a battle of wits.~

From the rock outcropping, Kaz grins quietly off to the side, and watches the proceedings, mostly alertly.

Sepdet raises her voice. ~I choose the Riddle Game, according to our tribe's old custom. The first to fail three riddles, or who cannot think of another, shall be the loser.~

Laura scrambles around to lay on her belly, the better to watch all of this.

Matt finds a comfortable hummock near Joey, part of the Maddening Crowd now, no longer ringleader.

Aaron sits back on the hillside, arms wrapped around his knees, watching Sepdet and Seeker.

Rides-Fire relaxes visibly at the other Garou's words. I stay with my pack, he answers. I will always be of the blood of those that watch the skies. Sliding his gaze to the side, as if submitting, he admits, I have just been prouder of that, in the past.

Fights-For-Hope nods approvingly to Sepdet and Seeker, "We need more ranking Garou..." is all he mentions.

Sepdet inclines her head formally to Nightflash and resumes her place.

Seeker considers this for a moment, then nods. "I accept. I look forward to it."

Nightflash's gaze seeks out another among the crowd. ~Song-of-Fury of the Shadow Lords, step forward and issue your challenge.~

Song-of-Fury leaves Wildfire's side to lumber deeper into the clearing. After surveying those around him for a brief moment, he turns and announces in a deep, rumbling bass, ~I am Song-of-Fury, Elder of the Shadow Lords of the Hidden Walk, Galliard, septmember for the past two years, warrior for its causes and faithful servant of its Alphas, present and past. I have challenged Wildfire-Rhya,~ his gaze travels to the big Get, ~for the rank of Fostern.~

Chaser's eyes narrow a fraction, as she watches. Tipping her head to the side, she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bloodsinger gives the lupine version of a shrug towards Rides-Fire. Shame is only a word, too, brother. Her single ear flicks back towards Seeker and Sepdet, at whom she glances with open curiosity as she moves to sit near the Stargazer.

Wildfire steps forward and speaks more directly to Nightflash than anyone else. ~I have heard and accept Jarred Storm-Singer's challenge and I now present the terms. I will test him for his auspice. A duel, pistols, at forty paces. He will have to hit me with his bullet, but first he must figure something out, something I have already shared with you and which I shall inform Jarred of later. I give him until the next full moon.~ He then looks to the Shadow Lord and states, rather bluntly, ~I have been watching you tonight and will watch you during this next month. You have already started off poorly.~

Song-of-Fury nods to the Fostern Get, and turns, returning to his place at the periphery.

Nightflash scans the Garou and once more settles on a single one. ~Little Bear Brings-the-Buffalo-Home, make your challenge.~

Seeker sits and listens to the rest of the challenges.

Leonard stands and looks at Elan, head high. "My cub name is Little Bear. I am Brings-the-Buffalo-Home, talesinger of the Wendigo, born of man. I challenge Elan Shadow-Eyes of the Bone Gnawers for the rank of fostern."

Elan stands and raises his hands. "Brings-Buffalo, I have done you a diservice; I have tried for the past weeks to think of a Challenge both appropriate and challenging for one of your auspice and tribe, and I have failed to do so. I must decline your Challenge and leave you free to ask another."

Leonard arches his eyebrows in surprise, but nods, letting his gaze wander over the crowd until they find the one he seeks. "Ears-to-the-Ground, I know you have just made fostern yourself, but as one of the highest ranking talesingers here it is to you I must turn. Would you accept my challenge?"

Elan nods and sits down.

Robert blinks at the break in protocool, his gaze drifting over to the Master of the Challenge rather than either of the two currently involved in the Challenge.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz rouses herself out of half paying attention. She stands up, glances at Nightflash, then shrugs and ignores him. "Oh, sure," she tells the Wendigo, "Y'understand, I can't think of nothin' on the spot, but I'll take th' Challenge. I'll have somethin' for you by th' new moon. Works?"

Nightflash's expression betrays his surprise at this, and he looks back to Leonard. When the Wendigo chooses Kaz, the Gaian speaks up. ~Ears-to-the-Ground is too recently advanced herself, as you have already pointed out. If you choose her, your challenge will have to be delayed.~

Leonard nods, to both. "I can accept that."

Three-Blades splays her ears at that, glancing from Nightflash to Kaz to Leonard. Well then.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz sighs, and looks back to Nightflash. "F'how long?"

John winces vaguely, looking at Leonard with something that appears to be sympathy.

Nightflash answers Kaz. ~Three turnings of the moon is traditional. In your case, it has already been two. You may accept his challenge in one month.~

From the rock outcropping, Kaz mutters, "Joy," and points at Leonard. "Bug me inna month.'

Matt glances with some relief in Bernie's direction, silently offering her a soft patch of grass next to him.

Leonard nods to Kaz, sitting back down.

Nightflash isn't finished with Kaz yet. ~You have a challenge of your own to issue.~

Chaser raises an eyebrow at Kaz, frowning.

Wildfire takes in a deep breath, no longer growling but hackles still raised high. He crosses his arms once more, returning to drumming his claws.

From the rock outcropping, Kaz blinks. "To issue? I already did it a month ago. I gotta give him the shit in a couple days." After a moment, she pauses, and explains to the Sept at large, "I Challenged Elan for Eldership've the Bone Gnawers, see. We agreed on terms. Th' result'll be clear in a couple days. Y'all know, if I beat him, thass f'sure."

Bernie catches the offering, just after quietly slipping in from the treeline, and picks her way over to the indicated spot, dropping crosslegged into it and leaning over to whisper something into her Fianna packmate's ear.

Dizzy yawns and goes to find a rock to sit on.

Bloodsinger licks her muzzle as she listens to the various challenges, apparently bored by the display of rank-climbing.

Three-Blades flickers her ears at Kaz up at the outcropping, and licks at her jaws.

Nightflash turns away from Kaz and back to the rest of the Garou. ~That concludes challenges.~ Matt gets a funny look. ~And, apparently, the cracking of the bone.~ With a shrug, he sets the bones down and calls out the Glass Walker elder as he returns to his packmates. ~The Wyrmfoe will lead us on the revel.~

Chaser glances around, rolling her shoulders a little. "And that is?"

Dizzy glances at John and stands back off. Revel? Isn't she supposed to leave before that? She looks to her elder for guidance.

John straightens up significantly, and nods to his cub. "You can run, now. You did fine. I got shit to do."

Fights-For-Hope looks anxious about the idea of a Revel.

Dizzy nods, "Okay. I'll see you later, then." She then shifts into lupus and runs for the her parked car at the Farmhouse.

Bitter Cup turns to look at John, her body tensing slightly with anticipation.

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