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Porch talk.
Who: Saul, Dagny.
Where: Nicholson Hall, back porch.
When: 12/16/07 Afternoon.
What: Dag reads. Saul comes out. They talk. Dag whines, Saul puts up with it.
Where: Nicholson Hall, back porch.
When: 12/16/07 Afternoon.
What: Dag reads. Saul comes out. They talk. Dag whines, Saul puts up with it.
Afternoon is easing in, and the near-fifty degree weather has Dag outside. On the back porch, holed up in a deck chair in a corner overlooking
the woods behind the Hall. Her legs are criss-crossed and a book is open to her. The pages look old, and the smell is that akin to a used book store where the owner lives and has smoked for decades. Her hair is down, picked up and toyed with by the wind that lazily winds its way through the area.
The Hall's back door slides open and Saul steps outside, a steaming cup of something or another in one hand. He heads for an unoccupied chair, catching sight of Dagny on the way. He gives a simple, "Yo," to announce his presence and takes a seat.
Dagny is looking up as soon as the door sounds, and is starting to smile once she catches sight of who it is. "Hey!" She greets animatedly, dog-earring the page and setting it aside. "Long time no see, how y'been?"
Saul shrugs, giving the girl a slim smile. "Not bad," he says, "Heard you've been keepin' busy on the bawn." He raises his mug to his lips and takes a sip.
"Could say that." She says, grinning in a cheshire fashion. "Freezer here and the one at the farmhouse are stuffed with deer meat, so help yourself it you want some. It's all up for grabs." Dag swings a leg sideways in her chair. "Cael mentioned you wanted t'talk t'me."
Saul runs his free hand through his hair, "Yeah, that was a while back though. Don't know how things've been."
"About the same." She says softly. Cael mentioned what the conversation was to be about, it appears. "I have, though, spoken to Gunnar-rhya. I asked, and he said that I may learn from whoever I wish to that is willing to train me. That way, when he begins my combat lessons, I'll be able to at least surprise him with things that he may not expect." She uncurls her legs and looks to Saul. "Kaz-rhya has offered, and I've taken her up on it. I would like more teachers though, if there are more that offer a no-strings-attached sort of schooling."
Saul's slim smile twists into a slightly more wry expression, "Well, I can teach you how to fight, if that's what you're askin'. Kaz's a great Galliard too, so she'll be a fine teacher. But you're gonna have t' define what ya mean by strings."
"I've heard it said that cubs can be born to one tribe, yet Rite in another." She begins, then adds, gently, "I mean no disrespect to you or any Shadow Lord, but I would like to remain Fenrir." Dag looks out to the backyard momentarily. "I /would/ like to learn from you, if you'll teach me. And if it doesn't mean I have to sign up as a Shadow Lord recruit."
Saul lifts his mug to his lips taking a slow sip as Dagny speaks. He pulls it away as she finishes speaking an arcs an eyebrow. "Oh, is that all?" he asks, "It's not a worry, Dagny. If you wanted to be a Lord, you'd have to come and /ask/ me for it. It's not a tribe everyone's cut out for." He leans forward to set his mug down and pulls his pack of cloves from his coat pocket, looking off to the woods. "I'll warn you in advance, though. We do whatever we need to t' win. An' think it's stupid t' give an enemy an advantage 'cause it'll make things more 'fair.'" He shifts his gaze to Dagny as he pulls a slim, black cigarette from the pack, "Don' know what your tribe's policy is on that. But y' better be alright with learnin' t' fight dirty if y' learn from me."
"Good." She says, then. "I'm still learning the ins and outs of all of this. Just wanted to be sure before I go nipping at ankles asking for instruction. Covering bases, and all that. Would make taking over the Get of Fenris a little difficult if I accidentally became something else." Dagny wears a grin, now, that's quite possibly so sugary sweet it could kill a diabetic. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm kind of sort of female. We're /born/ to fight dirty. And I don't think Gunnar-rhya would have any objections. The Wyrm does not fight fair. Why should we be honerable toward it?"
"That's how I think," Saul says with a shrug, "But not everyone'd agree." He pulls a lighter from his pocket and brings it to life, touching flame to cigarette. Exhaling his first drag, he returns his attention to Dagny, "Right then. It's startin' t' get a bit crowded, but ask Cael when we run in th' mornin' an' meet up with him then. Be aroun' the Hall, I'll come t' pick up you, him an' Quiet an' we'll go for a run. After that we'll do some combat work an' we'll be back here by noon."
"Kick ass." Dag brightens even more, but supresses the urge to clap like a giddy retard. "Thank you." She says solemnly. "I really appreciate that you're willing to teach me. It's.. Well, I want to learn." She shrugs, then, still grinning. "Oh, and if you want, I'll cook you a deer steak sometime, eh?"
Saul laughs softly and shakes his head, sending cinnamon scented smoke out in a small cloud. "Don' need t', but I won' turn down food," he says, "An' it's not a problem t' teach people. Y' learn more workin' with others than by y'rself an' all. Workin' with you cubs's been keepin' me in shape."
"Well, if I'm keeping you in shape, then." Dagny concedes, still grinning. "Oh! That reminds me. I have deer bones. Do we need those for anything?" Curious question. Her nostrils twitch and she mmms softly. "Love that smell."
"Not off th' top 'f my head," Saul says, "But I'll let y' know if I find somethin' t' use 'em for." He glances towards the woods and waves a hand in that direction, "Jamethon's got somethin' t' do with 'em, I bet."
Dagny's expression sours quickly, and her head turns to look at the woods again, frown pulling hard. "I'll.. hold onto them for now, then. I guess." She says carefully stretching her arms up and folding them behind her head. "'Sides, I ain' gonna /go/ ask /him/. He wants t'yell at me, he can come here t'do it. Ain't gonna willingly jump into a bear's jaws."
Saul eyes the Galliard evenly, taking a slow drag and exhale before speaking. "Y'know, that's kinda what the Get do, right? Jump int' the bear's jaws. Might be th' way Jamethon acts like he does."
"First and only thing he's said to me while I've been here (since October), was 'I'll deal with you later, cub'. After we'd cleared wasp-nasties out of the Caern." Dag says without jest, arching a brow. "Oh, yea. /Totally/ gonna run over and see what he means. I'd rather sit on Gunnar-rhya and try to tie pink bows in his hair."
Saul arcs an eyebrow and takes another drag, then shrugs. "You're not my cub, and I'm not Get. Up t' you what you're gonna do." He leans forward to pick up his mug and take a swig.
Dagny sighs and leans back in her chair. "I've tried finding him, but he's never on the bawn or at the Caern when I go look. Gunnar's easier to find, and he's like smoke on the wind." Ah, dejected. "I mean them no disrespect. I really don't." She tries to assure the Shadow Lord, looking at him a little sadly. Girl pout.
Draining the last of his drink, Saul leans forward to set it down once more and shrugs, "He lives in the sept compound. Stay there long enough and he'll be in." He takes another pull from his cigarette, then exhales.
"I can't imagine he'll want visitors." Another thought. "I don't even know where the compound /is/." Dag wrinkles her nose and leans her head against a rail. "Doesn't matter. If he wants to see me, I doubt there's anywhere I could hide that he can't find me. He's probably busy, anyway. I'm okay with that. Got plenty to do here." She turns her head to the side. "Starting tomorrow, huh?"
Saul nods, "Be here by nine." He finishes his cigarette and rises to his feet, putting it out on the porch. He bends to pick up his cup and slides the butt into his pocket, "I'm gonna take off. But I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late or we'll leave without you."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Thank you again, Saul-rhya." She sits up, grinning again, hand reaching for the book on the rail.
"No problem," Saul says over his shoulder, taking his mug with him as he slides open the back door and disappears into the kitchen.
the woods behind the Hall. Her legs are criss-crossed and a book is open to her. The pages look old, and the smell is that akin to a used book store where the owner lives and has smoked for decades. Her hair is down, picked up and toyed with by the wind that lazily winds its way through the area.
The Hall's back door slides open and Saul steps outside, a steaming cup of something or another in one hand. He heads for an unoccupied chair, catching sight of Dagny on the way. He gives a simple, "Yo," to announce his presence and takes a seat.
Dagny is looking up as soon as the door sounds, and is starting to smile once she catches sight of who it is. "Hey!" She greets animatedly, dog-earring the page and setting it aside. "Long time no see, how y'been?"
Saul shrugs, giving the girl a slim smile. "Not bad," he says, "Heard you've been keepin' busy on the bawn." He raises his mug to his lips and takes a sip.
"Could say that." She says, grinning in a cheshire fashion. "Freezer here and the one at the farmhouse are stuffed with deer meat, so help yourself it you want some. It's all up for grabs." Dag swings a leg sideways in her chair. "Cael mentioned you wanted t'talk t'me."
Saul runs his free hand through his hair, "Yeah, that was a while back though. Don't know how things've been."
"About the same." She says softly. Cael mentioned what the conversation was to be about, it appears. "I have, though, spoken to Gunnar-rhya. I asked, and he said that I may learn from whoever I wish to that is willing to train me. That way, when he begins my combat lessons, I'll be able to at least surprise him with things that he may not expect." She uncurls her legs and looks to Saul. "Kaz-rhya has offered, and I've taken her up on it. I would like more teachers though, if there are more that offer a no-strings-attached sort of schooling."
Saul's slim smile twists into a slightly more wry expression, "Well, I can teach you how to fight, if that's what you're askin'. Kaz's a great Galliard too, so she'll be a fine teacher. But you're gonna have t' define what ya mean by strings."
"I've heard it said that cubs can be born to one tribe, yet Rite in another." She begins, then adds, gently, "I mean no disrespect to you or any Shadow Lord, but I would like to remain Fenrir." Dag looks out to the backyard momentarily. "I /would/ like to learn from you, if you'll teach me. And if it doesn't mean I have to sign up as a Shadow Lord recruit."
Saul lifts his mug to his lips taking a slow sip as Dagny speaks. He pulls it away as she finishes speaking an arcs an eyebrow. "Oh, is that all?" he asks, "It's not a worry, Dagny. If you wanted to be a Lord, you'd have to come and /ask/ me for it. It's not a tribe everyone's cut out for." He leans forward to set his mug down and pulls his pack of cloves from his coat pocket, looking off to the woods. "I'll warn you in advance, though. We do whatever we need to t' win. An' think it's stupid t' give an enemy an advantage 'cause it'll make things more 'fair.'" He shifts his gaze to Dagny as he pulls a slim, black cigarette from the pack, "Don' know what your tribe's policy is on that. But y' better be alright with learnin' t' fight dirty if y' learn from me."
"Good." She says, then. "I'm still learning the ins and outs of all of this. Just wanted to be sure before I go nipping at ankles asking for instruction. Covering bases, and all that. Would make taking over the Get of Fenris a little difficult if I accidentally became something else." Dagny wears a grin, now, that's quite possibly so sugary sweet it could kill a diabetic. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but I'm kind of sort of female. We're /born/ to fight dirty. And I don't think Gunnar-rhya would have any objections. The Wyrm does not fight fair. Why should we be honerable toward it?"
"That's how I think," Saul says with a shrug, "But not everyone'd agree." He pulls a lighter from his pocket and brings it to life, touching flame to cigarette. Exhaling his first drag, he returns his attention to Dagny, "Right then. It's startin' t' get a bit crowded, but ask Cael when we run in th' mornin' an' meet up with him then. Be aroun' the Hall, I'll come t' pick up you, him an' Quiet an' we'll go for a run. After that we'll do some combat work an' we'll be back here by noon."
"Kick ass." Dag brightens even more, but supresses the urge to clap like a giddy retard. "Thank you." She says solemnly. "I really appreciate that you're willing to teach me. It's.. Well, I want to learn." She shrugs, then, still grinning. "Oh, and if you want, I'll cook you a deer steak sometime, eh?"
Saul laughs softly and shakes his head, sending cinnamon scented smoke out in a small cloud. "Don' need t', but I won' turn down food," he says, "An' it's not a problem t' teach people. Y' learn more workin' with others than by y'rself an' all. Workin' with you cubs's been keepin' me in shape."
"Well, if I'm keeping you in shape, then." Dagny concedes, still grinning. "Oh! That reminds me. I have deer bones. Do we need those for anything?" Curious question. Her nostrils twitch and she mmms softly. "Love that smell."
"Not off th' top 'f my head," Saul says, "But I'll let y' know if I find somethin' t' use 'em for." He glances towards the woods and waves a hand in that direction, "Jamethon's got somethin' t' do with 'em, I bet."
Dagny's expression sours quickly, and her head turns to look at the woods again, frown pulling hard. "I'll.. hold onto them for now, then. I guess." She says carefully stretching her arms up and folding them behind her head. "'Sides, I ain' gonna /go/ ask /him/. He wants t'yell at me, he can come here t'do it. Ain't gonna willingly jump into a bear's jaws."
Saul eyes the Galliard evenly, taking a slow drag and exhale before speaking. "Y'know, that's kinda what the Get do, right? Jump int' the bear's jaws. Might be th' way Jamethon acts like he does."
"First and only thing he's said to me while I've been here (since October), was 'I'll deal with you later, cub'. After we'd cleared wasp-nasties out of the Caern." Dag says without jest, arching a brow. "Oh, yea. /Totally/ gonna run over and see what he means. I'd rather sit on Gunnar-rhya and try to tie pink bows in his hair."
Saul arcs an eyebrow and takes another drag, then shrugs. "You're not my cub, and I'm not Get. Up t' you what you're gonna do." He leans forward to pick up his mug and take a swig.
Dagny sighs and leans back in her chair. "I've tried finding him, but he's never on the bawn or at the Caern when I go look. Gunnar's easier to find, and he's like smoke on the wind." Ah, dejected. "I mean them no disrespect. I really don't." She tries to assure the Shadow Lord, looking at him a little sadly. Girl pout.
Draining the last of his drink, Saul leans forward to set it down once more and shrugs, "He lives in the sept compound. Stay there long enough and he'll be in." He takes another pull from his cigarette, then exhales.
"I can't imagine he'll want visitors." Another thought. "I don't even know where the compound /is/." Dag wrinkles her nose and leans her head against a rail. "Doesn't matter. If he wants to see me, I doubt there's anywhere I could hide that he can't find me. He's probably busy, anyway. I'm okay with that. Got plenty to do here." She turns her head to the side. "Starting tomorrow, huh?"
Saul nods, "Be here by nine." He finishes his cigarette and rises to his feet, putting it out on the porch. He bends to pick up his cup and slides the butt into his pocket, "I'm gonna take off. But I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late or we'll leave without you."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Thank you again, Saul-rhya." She sits up, grinning again, hand reaching for the book on the rail.
"No problem," Saul says over his shoulder, taking his mug with him as he slides open the back door and disappears into the kitchen.