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Entry tags:
- adren,
- black fury,
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- dagny,
- dirk,
- fostern,
- get of fenris,
- glass walker,
- isaac,
- riley,
- silver fang,
- sue
Post Fatigo
W h o: Dagny, Dirk, Isaac, Riley, Sue
W h e n: Late night, 4.14.2012
W h e r e: Edgewood House, Main Den
W h a t: Dagny returns from her talk with Silvertip, shares her mead with a few folks while small talk is made. Short log.
Sue has a tendency to take the long way between the garage and the main part of the house, and tonight is no exception. The metis opens the front door quietly, and closes it behind him equally so, crossing over to the couches and then halted by the unfamiliar person. There's a nod of greeting, polite, and Sue wraps his hands around the grip of the hiking pole.
After a time, the front door opens with a soft creaking of hinges, or some other telltale sound of entry. It is shut gently, though the individual does not immediately exit the mud room for whatever reason. It's almost as if they stop to consider what lies within, though whatever could be interesting about a mudroom is anyone's guess. Only after some moments pass does Dirk step into the living room, a sword-in-scabbard hung to his modern belt, looking a little lost. "Oh, beggin' your pardon," says the man in very thick Scots English, tipping his head a little. "Dinnae mean t' sully your peace." This said to both Isaac and Sue.
Isaac looks up from his book, brows rising as his chin lifts and he takes in Sue's appearance. He opens his mouth to speak when the door opens, and he looks in that direction. "Hello," he says, generally, and closes the book after a glance at the page. He sets it on the arm of his chair and rises to face the others. "Welcome to Edgewood house. My name is Isaac, called Innocence by the Lady of Mirrors, half moon of the Silver Fangs."
Ah, that awkward moment where the empty room suddenly fills up. Riley, who had passed rather quietly through the living quarter a few minutes ago to reach the kitchen is aiming to slip right on back upstairs with her plate of peanut-butter sandwiches in tow. She give pause at the sudden increase in population. She lifts a brow, and sinks her shoulder against the doorframe, glancing among the assembled with a quirk of her brow. She's not anxious to start introducing herself, apparently, and simply plucks up a sandwich and chomps down into it. Munch, munch, munch.
Sue lifts his gaze with a nod of acknowledgement to Dirk, and then another nod to Riley, before the Fury makes his way to a couch, and sits, before speaking. "Sue Zahakis, Stands-Between. I am cliath and philodox of the Black Furies, born afoul of the First Law." The hiking pole is folded. "Hi, Dirk-rhya, Riley-rhya."
The back door opens and closes in quick succession. Shoes thud on the ground and there's another more meaty thump on a wall. There's no mistaking the huge -sigh- that comes from the area. Moments later, the Get slides her way into the room only to spot the back of Riley's head in the doorway. There's a moment of hesitation before she shrugs and reaches around to the plate the Walker has. Stealing a piece of sandwich, the Get takes a bite from it and drops it back onto the plate before sliding past and into the room entirely. "Hello! I'm not dead. Praise Gaia." She walks past Sue, making sure to ruffle his hair before dropping onto an open spot on the couch. At the introductions, she takes a look around. More new faces.
For her part, Riley doesn't jump out of her skin when Dagny enters her periphery. She manages a slightly amused look, in fact, which is turned right back down to the sandwich half that is now missing a large section out of it. She shrugs one shoulder, and briefly murmurs around her piece of sandwich, "Well, You're a leg up on me, Dags." Her focus is largely upon Isaac and Dirk, watching them as she chews.
All of the sudden and new faces catch Dirk a bit offguard, and so he stands bit awkwardly still near the mudroom, not entirely at ease. Still, however, he offers his own introduction, mostly to Isaac, for soon to be obvious reasons. He makes a concerted efford to be understandable, though his dialect is still fairly thick. "I be Theodoric a' clan Duncan a' the Silver Fangs, son a' Mary the Even-Handed, grandson a' Glynn the First-Wielder, known as he who cries glory above the din a' battle, second rank, born under the moon a war-callers an' tale-spinners in the year of our Lord sixteen and seventy, wielder a' the Aegis Radiant." He then bows collectively to those assembled, fist to his chest. After that, he doesn't seem entirely sure what to say, possibly expecting odd reactions, so he quiets.
Isaac gives a nod to each of the other men as they give their introductions, though there's a bit of a tilt to his head at the galliard. "Sixteen seventy?" he asks, and glances to the others before returning his gaze to his tribemate.
Sue grins, ever so slightly, at Dagny, and then runs fingers though to straighten his hair. "'s what I thought," the Fury remarks quietly.
Sixteen-what-now? Welp, that gets the ragabash to stop in mid-chew quite effectively. Riley's brows shoot up and her head slowly tilts to the side. She's a long time in swallowing, and when she does, she clears her throat towards Dirk. "Not to interrupt the flow of introductions, and meaning no disrespect, but... you did just say say sixteen seventy, yes? As in, Sixteen Hundred and Seventy? As in, you're... what, three hundred and... what, forty something years old?"
"Barely. I just got back from talking to Silvertip. I am.. -Officially- home." The pack she had been holding is now set on her lap. She looks over at Riley with an unusual expression before propping her feet up on the coffee table. There's a long pause when her attention turns to Dirk at his introduction. A brow lofts on her forehead as she takes it in. "Ah, so you're the anachronism I've been hearing about!" The pack is dropped onto the floor as she stands. Squaring her shoulders, the Get announces (in a thick scottish accent, no less), "I am Dagny, she who Fells the Wyrm with the Spear a' Huginn, daughter o' the Blackbird's Cry! I stood in battle beside Jarl Thorvalis, he who Breaks the Chain that Binds the Great Wolf. Born of the Hidden Walk, tempered by the Sept a' the Seven Hammers, and weilder o' the Eighth. The Get of Fenris claims my blood, and I am called Adren under the Mother's gibbous light." After a breath she relaxes into the couch again and adds, "If that isnae 'nuff bluster for ye, I c'd tell y'more." The pack is retrieved and finally, she withdraws a giant wine skin.
One of Dirk's hands rests comfortably against the hilt of his sword in a habitual gesture, the other with its thumb resting against his belt, a few fingers twitching. This is clearly not a subject in which he is entirely comfortable talking about. "Aye," he says with a slow nod. "On the eigth of October, sixteen and seventy. When I came of age, I gave my allegiances to the Sept a' the Thistle an' Spear, an' also King William--the third an' second of his name." As Dagny seems to have the lay of it, however, he seems to defer to her information for the moment. "It was the year sixteen an' ninety three when my pack brothers an' I were torn from eachother in the Umbra. An eddy a' the Wyld brought me here, or so the tales a' such things would have me believe."
Isaac's brows rise again as Dirk gives more details of his story. "Interesting," he says as he reaches to retrieve the novel from where he set it on the arm of the chair. "I would enjoy speaking to you more about your experiences. At the moment, however, I'm afraid I need to excuse myself." He nods again to the others, but it's the other Silver Fang who retains most of his attention.
Riley's head cranes far to the side until the words Umbra and Wyld are mentioned. Then, it seems, the pieces seem to click into place for her. She gives a very empathetic nod of her head, pursing her lips for a moment and murmuring, "My sympathies to you, Theodoric. That's a tough draw." She swallows, "Umbra and the Wyld're a strange bunch of things." She casts Dagny a look, particularly the wineskin that's produced, looking momentarily intrigued. Ultimately though, she gets something of an awkward look on her features for a passing moment and clears her throat. "So, yeah. Sandwiches. I'll be, uh, eating them." She hoists her plate and wordlessly turns back into the hallway and moves for the stairs. Just as soon as the numbers swelled, they're already receding.
Sue listens curiously, and leans back into the couch some. His gaze follows Riley, a moment, and then falls back to occasionally glancing at Dagny, but the Fury is silent.
Dagny actually bursts out with a barked laugh at Riley's statement on the moods of the Umbra and Wyld. She quickly reels it in, however, and holds the wineskin in her hand. Riley's retreat up the stairs has her watching, but soon the Get is back to looking at Sue and Dirk. Well. "Y'been keepin' yourself out of trouble? Looks like you're adapting, at least." The question is directed at Dirk for the most part. She casts a glance at Sue, as if to check on him.
"Aye, an' the same t'ye," says Dirk to Isaac with certainty. "It be a blessin', havin' family like this, soon as I arrive. I pray we speak soon." Then, with a nod, he doesn't trouble the other Fang further. Towards Riley, he offers something of a slight, empathetic smile, but its obvious he finds no joy in the matter. "Aye, so it be," he says to her, concerning the Umbra. The sandwiches just get a raise of his brow. Before answering Dagny, however, he does take a moment to sit, since the space is clearing up. "I be nae one t'stay idle, Dagny-rhya; that be the Devil's work. But out a' respect for all a' ye here, I been keepin' t'myself, an' t'the places where generous souls be willin' t'take me. Learnin' a' the lay this country has been... challengin', t'say the least."
Isaac gives Dirk another nod and heads out through the kitchen.
Sue offers the Get a brief grin, at the glance, though does't say anything save for a faint flick of gaze towards the wineskin, brows ticking upwards.
"I can imagine. Not only a different map, but a different time altogether.. Well. If there's anything you need help with, I'm your huckleberry." There's a bone cork in the wineskin which is gently removed. Tipping the skin, the Get takes a long drink before offering it to Dirk. "Mead from my homeland." Using her thumb, she wipes off a droplet of the honey wine. "Is there anything, at this moment, that you're puzzling over? I'd imagine there's a lot, but what's the biggest one?"
"Huckleberry?" repeats Dirk, who is obviously not familiar with the word. "That a fruit from this land?" He gestures broadly, releasing his sword's hilt, indicating the immediate region. And then, not to be impolite, he accepts the offered skin, taking a pull at it before saying anything further. He hands it back, licking the remnants from his lips. "'Tis a mighty fine brew," says he, perhaps with some surprise. Dagny's question then lingers on his mind, and there's a flick of his eyes towards Sue, but only a brief one. "How much a' be makin' a fool of meself, mayhap. The way people are..." he lifts his hand and gestures vaguely, not finding the right words to describe himself. "...status, a' think, is your word. Class? I cannae tell who be in charge until a' hear the words."
Sue looks over at Dirk, though the cliath doesn't look up, really. "You've not made a fool of yourself. I was... oversensitive, the other day, Theodoric-rhya, and misinterpreted your good intentions. My apologies."
Dagny smiles faintly and nods at the fruit question. She takes the skin back and holds it out to Sue, this time. The question of class seems to strike her as a curiosity. Her brow lifts and she nods. "Aye, it'd be vastly different than what you're used to. The garb is different, the attitudes. Your best bet, and this goes for all under Gaia, is to treat folk with the same respect you want to be treated with. Err on the side of caution."
Dirk doesn't seem to find any measureable comfort in Dagny's word, but he does offer her a wordless nod. He watches Sue for a moment as the metis is handed a drink, considering, but not staring. "Be the apocolypse truly so close?" he asks of Dagny, somewhat suddenly, looking back.
Sue takes the wineskin with a brief nod and smile, before carefully tipping it to his lips. There's a blink, and a brief grin, as he offers it back to Dagny, although the metis' expression sobers a little at Dirk's question.
There is no evidence of emotion on Dagny's face at the next question. She looks from the metis to the Silver Fang and shrugs. "It comes in waves. At times, all is as calm as the sea on a soft sunny day. Then, something stirs the waters until white crests appear on the peaks. Perhaps, we're in a time of the white crests. But that doesn't mean the end is near. Consider this a test of our true mettle. Like a harsh winter that dares you to survive." She takes the wine skin back from the metis, drinks, and holds it in offering to Dirk again. "What were the waves like from your time?"
Dirk accepts the mead-skin once again, glancing to Sue, then Dagny. He seems to be taking his cues from the latter, though continues to not appear entirely out of his element. He drinks. Slowly, he says, as he tips the skin down, "I lived on the edge a' the tempest." The skin is returned to Dagny, the man inhaling slowly, but audibly, perhaps to quell the burn. "Reminds me a' the Whiskey in Perthshire," he adds. "Stopped there sometimes, when rangin' from Hive t' Hive, battlin' the scouts a' the Black Spiral Dancers. T'was my duty t' keep high the spirits of any warriors with who I traveled. The Highlands can be a place' a darkness. 'Tis where the Howlers fell."
Sue turns his attention to listening to Dirk, one knee drawn up to his chest now. Quiet, but now just in the quiet of enjoying listening, without much of the earlier tension.
There's a small smirk for the Fang as he speaks. The horn cork is returned to the skin, and it's placed in the satchel she brought with her. "You and I will need to talk at length sometime. As it is, I need rest. I'd make a terrible listener and conversationalist tonight." The Get rises to her feet. She ruffles Sue's hair again, and looks to the Fang. "Gaia keep you, Theodric." With a tip of her head she moves toward the stairs, but not before saying one last thing to Sue. "Your training with me begins tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep, kiddo." And then she's up the stairs.
W h e n: Late night, 4.14.2012
W h e r e: Edgewood House, Main Den
W h a t: Dagny returns from her talk with Silvertip, shares her mead with a few folks while small talk is made. Short log.
Sue has a tendency to take the long way between the garage and the main part of the house, and tonight is no exception. The metis opens the front door quietly, and closes it behind him equally so, crossing over to the couches and then halted by the unfamiliar person. There's a nod of greeting, polite, and Sue wraps his hands around the grip of the hiking pole.
After a time, the front door opens with a soft creaking of hinges, or some other telltale sound of entry. It is shut gently, though the individual does not immediately exit the mud room for whatever reason. It's almost as if they stop to consider what lies within, though whatever could be interesting about a mudroom is anyone's guess. Only after some moments pass does Dirk step into the living room, a sword-in-scabbard hung to his modern belt, looking a little lost. "Oh, beggin' your pardon," says the man in very thick Scots English, tipping his head a little. "Dinnae mean t' sully your peace." This said to both Isaac and Sue.
Isaac looks up from his book, brows rising as his chin lifts and he takes in Sue's appearance. He opens his mouth to speak when the door opens, and he looks in that direction. "Hello," he says, generally, and closes the book after a glance at the page. He sets it on the arm of his chair and rises to face the others. "Welcome to Edgewood house. My name is Isaac, called Innocence by the Lady of Mirrors, half moon of the Silver Fangs."
Ah, that awkward moment where the empty room suddenly fills up. Riley, who had passed rather quietly through the living quarter a few minutes ago to reach the kitchen is aiming to slip right on back upstairs with her plate of peanut-butter sandwiches in tow. She give pause at the sudden increase in population. She lifts a brow, and sinks her shoulder against the doorframe, glancing among the assembled with a quirk of her brow. She's not anxious to start introducing herself, apparently, and simply plucks up a sandwich and chomps down into it. Munch, munch, munch.
Sue lifts his gaze with a nod of acknowledgement to Dirk, and then another nod to Riley, before the Fury makes his way to a couch, and sits, before speaking. "Sue Zahakis, Stands-Between. I am cliath and philodox of the Black Furies, born afoul of the First Law." The hiking pole is folded. "Hi, Dirk-rhya, Riley-rhya."
The back door opens and closes in quick succession. Shoes thud on the ground and there's another more meaty thump on a wall. There's no mistaking the huge -sigh- that comes from the area. Moments later, the Get slides her way into the room only to spot the back of Riley's head in the doorway. There's a moment of hesitation before she shrugs and reaches around to the plate the Walker has. Stealing a piece of sandwich, the Get takes a bite from it and drops it back onto the plate before sliding past and into the room entirely. "Hello! I'm not dead. Praise Gaia." She walks past Sue, making sure to ruffle his hair before dropping onto an open spot on the couch. At the introductions, she takes a look around. More new faces.
For her part, Riley doesn't jump out of her skin when Dagny enters her periphery. She manages a slightly amused look, in fact, which is turned right back down to the sandwich half that is now missing a large section out of it. She shrugs one shoulder, and briefly murmurs around her piece of sandwich, "Well, You're a leg up on me, Dags." Her focus is largely upon Isaac and Dirk, watching them as she chews.
All of the sudden and new faces catch Dirk a bit offguard, and so he stands bit awkwardly still near the mudroom, not entirely at ease. Still, however, he offers his own introduction, mostly to Isaac, for soon to be obvious reasons. He makes a concerted efford to be understandable, though his dialect is still fairly thick. "I be Theodoric a' clan Duncan a' the Silver Fangs, son a' Mary the Even-Handed, grandson a' Glynn the First-Wielder, known as he who cries glory above the din a' battle, second rank, born under the moon a war-callers an' tale-spinners in the year of our Lord sixteen and seventy, wielder a' the Aegis Radiant." He then bows collectively to those assembled, fist to his chest. After that, he doesn't seem entirely sure what to say, possibly expecting odd reactions, so he quiets.
Isaac gives a nod to each of the other men as they give their introductions, though there's a bit of a tilt to his head at the galliard. "Sixteen seventy?" he asks, and glances to the others before returning his gaze to his tribemate.
Sue grins, ever so slightly, at Dagny, and then runs fingers though to straighten his hair. "'s what I thought," the Fury remarks quietly.
Sixteen-what-now? Welp, that gets the ragabash to stop in mid-chew quite effectively. Riley's brows shoot up and her head slowly tilts to the side. She's a long time in swallowing, and when she does, she clears her throat towards Dirk. "Not to interrupt the flow of introductions, and meaning no disrespect, but... you did just say say sixteen seventy, yes? As in, Sixteen Hundred and Seventy? As in, you're... what, three hundred and... what, forty something years old?"
"Barely. I just got back from talking to Silvertip. I am.. -Officially- home." The pack she had been holding is now set on her lap. She looks over at Riley with an unusual expression before propping her feet up on the coffee table. There's a long pause when her attention turns to Dirk at his introduction. A brow lofts on her forehead as she takes it in. "Ah, so you're the anachronism I've been hearing about!" The pack is dropped onto the floor as she stands. Squaring her shoulders, the Get announces (in a thick scottish accent, no less), "I am Dagny, she who Fells the Wyrm with the Spear a' Huginn, daughter o' the Blackbird's Cry! I stood in battle beside Jarl Thorvalis, he who Breaks the Chain that Binds the Great Wolf. Born of the Hidden Walk, tempered by the Sept a' the Seven Hammers, and weilder o' the Eighth. The Get of Fenris claims my blood, and I am called Adren under the Mother's gibbous light." After a breath she relaxes into the couch again and adds, "If that isnae 'nuff bluster for ye, I c'd tell y'more." The pack is retrieved and finally, she withdraws a giant wine skin.
One of Dirk's hands rests comfortably against the hilt of his sword in a habitual gesture, the other with its thumb resting against his belt, a few fingers twitching. This is clearly not a subject in which he is entirely comfortable talking about. "Aye," he says with a slow nod. "On the eigth of October, sixteen and seventy. When I came of age, I gave my allegiances to the Sept a' the Thistle an' Spear, an' also King William--the third an' second of his name." As Dagny seems to have the lay of it, however, he seems to defer to her information for the moment. "It was the year sixteen an' ninety three when my pack brothers an' I were torn from eachother in the Umbra. An eddy a' the Wyld brought me here, or so the tales a' such things would have me believe."
Isaac's brows rise again as Dirk gives more details of his story. "Interesting," he says as he reaches to retrieve the novel from where he set it on the arm of the chair. "I would enjoy speaking to you more about your experiences. At the moment, however, I'm afraid I need to excuse myself." He nods again to the others, but it's the other Silver Fang who retains most of his attention.
Riley's head cranes far to the side until the words Umbra and Wyld are mentioned. Then, it seems, the pieces seem to click into place for her. She gives a very empathetic nod of her head, pursing her lips for a moment and murmuring, "My sympathies to you, Theodoric. That's a tough draw." She swallows, "Umbra and the Wyld're a strange bunch of things." She casts Dagny a look, particularly the wineskin that's produced, looking momentarily intrigued. Ultimately though, she gets something of an awkward look on her features for a passing moment and clears her throat. "So, yeah. Sandwiches. I'll be, uh, eating them." She hoists her plate and wordlessly turns back into the hallway and moves for the stairs. Just as soon as the numbers swelled, they're already receding.
Sue listens curiously, and leans back into the couch some. His gaze follows Riley, a moment, and then falls back to occasionally glancing at Dagny, but the Fury is silent.
Dagny actually bursts out with a barked laugh at Riley's statement on the moods of the Umbra and Wyld. She quickly reels it in, however, and holds the wineskin in her hand. Riley's retreat up the stairs has her watching, but soon the Get is back to looking at Sue and Dirk. Well. "Y'been keepin' yourself out of trouble? Looks like you're adapting, at least." The question is directed at Dirk for the most part. She casts a glance at Sue, as if to check on him.
"Aye, an' the same t'ye," says Dirk to Isaac with certainty. "It be a blessin', havin' family like this, soon as I arrive. I pray we speak soon." Then, with a nod, he doesn't trouble the other Fang further. Towards Riley, he offers something of a slight, empathetic smile, but its obvious he finds no joy in the matter. "Aye, so it be," he says to her, concerning the Umbra. The sandwiches just get a raise of his brow. Before answering Dagny, however, he does take a moment to sit, since the space is clearing up. "I be nae one t'stay idle, Dagny-rhya; that be the Devil's work. But out a' respect for all a' ye here, I been keepin' t'myself, an' t'the places where generous souls be willin' t'take me. Learnin' a' the lay this country has been... challengin', t'say the least."
Isaac gives Dirk another nod and heads out through the kitchen.
Sue offers the Get a brief grin, at the glance, though does't say anything save for a faint flick of gaze towards the wineskin, brows ticking upwards.
"I can imagine. Not only a different map, but a different time altogether.. Well. If there's anything you need help with, I'm your huckleberry." There's a bone cork in the wineskin which is gently removed. Tipping the skin, the Get takes a long drink before offering it to Dirk. "Mead from my homeland." Using her thumb, she wipes off a droplet of the honey wine. "Is there anything, at this moment, that you're puzzling over? I'd imagine there's a lot, but what's the biggest one?"
"Huckleberry?" repeats Dirk, who is obviously not familiar with the word. "That a fruit from this land?" He gestures broadly, releasing his sword's hilt, indicating the immediate region. And then, not to be impolite, he accepts the offered skin, taking a pull at it before saying anything further. He hands it back, licking the remnants from his lips. "'Tis a mighty fine brew," says he, perhaps with some surprise. Dagny's question then lingers on his mind, and there's a flick of his eyes towards Sue, but only a brief one. "How much a' be makin' a fool of meself, mayhap. The way people are..." he lifts his hand and gestures vaguely, not finding the right words to describe himself. "...status, a' think, is your word. Class? I cannae tell who be in charge until a' hear the words."
Sue looks over at Dirk, though the cliath doesn't look up, really. "You've not made a fool of yourself. I was... oversensitive, the other day, Theodoric-rhya, and misinterpreted your good intentions. My apologies."
Dagny smiles faintly and nods at the fruit question. She takes the skin back and holds it out to Sue, this time. The question of class seems to strike her as a curiosity. Her brow lifts and she nods. "Aye, it'd be vastly different than what you're used to. The garb is different, the attitudes. Your best bet, and this goes for all under Gaia, is to treat folk with the same respect you want to be treated with. Err on the side of caution."
Dirk doesn't seem to find any measureable comfort in Dagny's word, but he does offer her a wordless nod. He watches Sue for a moment as the metis is handed a drink, considering, but not staring. "Be the apocolypse truly so close?" he asks of Dagny, somewhat suddenly, looking back.
Sue takes the wineskin with a brief nod and smile, before carefully tipping it to his lips. There's a blink, and a brief grin, as he offers it back to Dagny, although the metis' expression sobers a little at Dirk's question.
There is no evidence of emotion on Dagny's face at the next question. She looks from the metis to the Silver Fang and shrugs. "It comes in waves. At times, all is as calm as the sea on a soft sunny day. Then, something stirs the waters until white crests appear on the peaks. Perhaps, we're in a time of the white crests. But that doesn't mean the end is near. Consider this a test of our true mettle. Like a harsh winter that dares you to survive." She takes the wine skin back from the metis, drinks, and holds it in offering to Dirk again. "What were the waves like from your time?"
Dirk accepts the mead-skin once again, glancing to Sue, then Dagny. He seems to be taking his cues from the latter, though continues to not appear entirely out of his element. He drinks. Slowly, he says, as he tips the skin down, "I lived on the edge a' the tempest." The skin is returned to Dagny, the man inhaling slowly, but audibly, perhaps to quell the burn. "Reminds me a' the Whiskey in Perthshire," he adds. "Stopped there sometimes, when rangin' from Hive t' Hive, battlin' the scouts a' the Black Spiral Dancers. T'was my duty t' keep high the spirits of any warriors with who I traveled. The Highlands can be a place' a darkness. 'Tis where the Howlers fell."
Sue turns his attention to listening to Dirk, one knee drawn up to his chest now. Quiet, but now just in the quiet of enjoying listening, without much of the earlier tension.
There's a small smirk for the Fang as he speaks. The horn cork is returned to the skin, and it's placed in the satchel she brought with her. "You and I will need to talk at length sometime. As it is, I need rest. I'd make a terrible listener and conversationalist tonight." The Get rises to her feet. She ruffles Sue's hair again, and looks to the Fang. "Gaia keep you, Theodric." With a tip of her head she moves toward the stairs, but not before saying one last thing to Sue. "Your training with me begins tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep, kiddo." And then she's up the stairs.