Rory | A hell of a story [Adara/Fiona]

Adara Mires

Carter had told Adara earlier in the day that a woman named Fiona was having nightmares problems as many other people she knew. She remembered a Fiona from a brief meeting about a month ago. Even in spite of her perfect memory, chances she wouldn’t have forgotten the lovely looking blonde.

They had agree to meet in the park for a walk in the evening. The Fury had told the kin that someone else mgiht come along, just in case there is trouble. One couldn’t be too careful when the sun set in this city.

Dressed in jeans, sandals, tank top and zipped hoodie hiding her tattoo on her left arm, she walks with Rory, emerald eyes looking for the young woman.

Rory

Of course Rory agreed to come. There’s no where else she’d rather be than awtching adara’s back. As a pack member, of course. She joined up with the Fury after work, her pack on her back, her fiery curls hidden under the hood of a sweatshirt. She’d tried to do so many things to disguise her hair, but perhaps because she is a mule, or simply because her hair is as stubbornly Fianna as she herself is – nothing worked for longer than a few moments…

so she hides it as much as she can…

Jeans and her tennis shoes complete the look, as she watches the area while Adara searches for Fiona…

Fiona Murray

There is nothing to identify the woman that is Fiona that she belongs to the Nation, no markings, tattoos or even jewelry that bears a symbol of the tribes. It kept her incognito, something she had relished before that fateful night a month ago running into Adara and Simon out on the street. The moment she sees the Fury, she’ll become recognizable as the one that had been with Simon, discussing dragon-sightings on the street. Blond eyebrows draw together at the sight of Rory, Fiona’s sun-kissed freckled features darker than the Fianna’s pale freckled-face.

Her movements are slower than normal, a slight limp in each step that she tries to hide, seeming to favor neither leg as both hurt her equally. The cargo pants she wore were loose-fit, worn for their bagginess in the legs. A faded cotton jersey with a surfing logo hugs the frame of her torso, long sleeves pulled over her hands. A sports bandage wrapped around her right hand. She kept her hair from her face, bound at the back of her neck in a sloppy bun as she greets with the two Garou with a wave of her left hand.

“You must be Adara?”

Adara Mires

She spots Fiona, remembering the woman perfectly. She offers the kin a smile as she closes the distance between them “Good evening Fiona, I am indeed Adara. Maybe you don’t recognise me, I had longer hair and a darker colour when we met. I was with a group of people on that night. Maybe you’ve met a few of them since then.

I want you to meet Rory, she’s my pack mate” She speaks in a low voice so only Fiona and Rory would hear her.

“So what do you say we walk and talk some about your nightmares? About what you’re seeing, who you know has them and stuff like that. Anything you want to share”

She doesn’t seem like she’d push the young woman if she wants to stay quiet or not say everything. Though would rather prefer complete honesty, she didn’t know the blonde well enough to really ask anything of her

Fiona Murray

“Too be honest, a bench would be preferable, some place to sit. I had a bit of an accident earlier this afternoon… do to my clumsiness. But, the pain is worth the reward as it may pertain greatly to the answers that you seek.”

She inclines her head to Rory, offering the redhead a smile, her blue eyes swinging between each woman. “Though, I have to ask, what all has Carter told you about me and what nightmares?” This sounded like it was news to her, “I haven’t been having nightmares, persay.. well, my dreams aren’t like that, their more like visions.”

Rory

Rory offers a shy little smile, and a wave of slender, fragile looking fingers. She tucks her hands into the pockets of her jeans, then, and remains slightly off to the side – a part, but not so much that her rage would be overwhelming for the other girl.

She requests a bench, and Rory nods toward one nearby, though she doesn’t sit. She sort of appoints herself as guard – she isn’t sure what she can do to help the dreams, but she certainly can keep them safe as they speak of them…

Adara Mires

She nods to Fiona “Sure, bench is good. And tell me about what happen to you, if you want..and about your visions”

She moves toward the bench Rory has spotted, offering the Fiana a warm smile and touching her arm gently before sitting and looking at the kin once more “Well Carter just told me your name, and then I remembered our meeting, and that things were happening to you related to those dreams, nightmares. He didn’t tell me much, just that I might want to talk with you and maybe you’d agree to talk with me.

I know many people affected and if I can do something to help them, I will” S

he smiles softly at the blonde, looking into her eyes, not challenging her, just reading her face.

Fiona Murray

Fiona watches Rory with a curiosity born on troublesome, her mouth opening and then closing as she catches herself wanting to ask the redhead if that was her natural color. She seems to shake herself out of that desire, turning to shuffle over to the bench in a slow gait and sits down with a sigh of relief. She pulls her legs up on the bench, stretching them out. She leans over, hands rubbing absently at her knees.

“Well… I know Simon, he’s become an acquaintance of mine. I’ve met some patchwork and rust-colored wolf that calls himself Hunter who enjoys picking fights with strangers in the middle of taco places down by the Marina. He’s a part of my story, so is Carter, and a close friend of mine… Wally. The four of us seemed to have gone on this really wild adventure. But I have to ask, are either of you familiar with the Fair-folk or the Hill-Folk as they are sometimes called, or the Wild Ones?”

Rory

She smiles at Fiona, shyly and ducks her head, a crimson curl escaping the confines of her hood.. it’s as if she knows the question, and has been asked it before. She just nods, and when adara touches her arm – blushes.

A Garou, with all that Rage… blushing.

She remains close enough to hear, to learn, to be a part, though her eyes continue to scan the area, making sure to keep her Alpha and the kin safe.

Adara Mires

She nods at Fiona’s words “Simon is a friend of mine, so are Hunter and Carter. I do not know this Wally though.” She says with a tilt of her head. “What I can tell you is that you know how to pick your men. All three I know are pretty feisty and gruff” She smiles softly. There was some affection in her eyes. All of them were people she respected and liked

“I have little to no knowledge of them. I heard a story or two but nothing specific. I do think they are extinct though” She shrugs, she was far form sure if it was the truth.

Rory

She makes a face when Simon is mentioned, but it’s brief, and she resumes chewing on her lip absently after that. As for the Fair folk, and wild ones, she tips her head slightly…

“Stories.” She’s heard them, a long time ago, but with her upbringnig, never any more than that.

Fiona Murray

Her eyes slide between the two women, nodding her slowly, she looks around to survey the area, pausing to take a deep breath like some one who was about to tell a story. Adara could see the way she does this, there is a bit elegance to her word play like Fiona might be good at spinning a tale or two.

“Let’s pretend there is a ring of truth to my story, that once you hear it you will question everything I tell you as a fantasy, nothing but a dream. Lets say as you are real – flesh and bone and sinew, that so to are other creatures. Fantastical beings born of legends and stories of old, noble lords and ladies and whimsical creatures of the Fair-Folk, I’ve met a few I have and encountered their world…”

She shakes her head, glancing at them, “My family line is associated with the Fair-ones, albeit distantly, it runs diluted in the blood of all our tribe, but the women of my blood line bear a unique gift called Darna Shealladh – the Second Sight. It brings involuntary visions of the future, often times unpredictable and ill-fated. I started having these visions of the faeries and wolves,” she indicates to Rory and Adara with a gesture of her hand to mean ‘Garou’, “fighting together, side by side, they were slaughtering these monsters with twisted pale bodies and gaping mouths. After that I started seeing things when I was awake, kelpies or water horses in the foams of the waves. The spirits of the dead in my camera lens, there was such an incident at my college… The second series of dreams had me seeing a beautiful Eden-like land, lush and prospering, and then ravaged and dying. I saw a wolf that resembled Hunter aging rapidly like a garou shouldn’t and behind him a dead faery princess.”

She pauses, waiting to see if they were taking this in…”There’s more… there was the incident with Hunter, Carter and Wally.

Adara Mires

She watches Fiona with interest. As a Galliard, she loved story and since the kin took the time to tell it to them, she wasn’t going to reject it as far fetched. If Garou existed, if vampires existed, why not those people as well.

She stay silent, not interrupting the tale spinner for the moment. No storyteller liked questions in the middle of the story.

With a light nod of her head, she invite Fiona to keep on talking, her emerald gaze never leaving her. The Fury was good at singing and speaking but she also seemed to be a very apt listener.

Fiona Murray

Fiona continues her tale, once she is certain Rory and Adara had no questions for her. “Here in this very park, by Stowe Lake, when the dreams first started occurring after three am. I ran into Carter and Wally, Hunter magically appeared out of nowhere in his underwear. We all heard a loud sound like thunder in the sky when there was sign of clouds, a big booming noise like when a space shuttle hits the atmosphere when it lands. It fucking shakes everything…”

She runs her tongue along her lips, eyebrows furrowing, “Anyway, this woman fell from somewhere, I think the sky maybe? and landed on the edge of the lake. She had this ethereal beauty about her that reminds you of Arwen from that Lord of the Rings movie, but jacked up to like a major ten, pointy ears and all. Anyway, this talking rat appears with a sword saying we have to save his mistress. Hunter goes over to the woman to wake her up, and then shit starts hitting the fan. People are going all fuzzy and ragey, Carter’s shooting bullets at the sky and this giant ass griffin tries to attack us. All the while, there’s a fish tail flicking in the water and faery princess finally wakes up, we’re told to go into the water, we see a mermaid, who gives us the ability to breath underwater…”

“So to get away from the griffin we swim underwater until it got dark, went through some tunnels and bam! End up in the fucking ocean right near where ground zero was for that Sewage spill that was suppose to happen and had closed off all the beaches. But never really happened because that area was clean as a whistle… Someone lied there.” She gestures with her hands as she tells the story, “So… they lose a hold of the princess while I’m swimming to shore, Hunter and Carter go after her and they nearly get eaten by this giant shark. This is the same shark that was in my second dream that was eating all the Garou.” she points at Rory and then Adara.

“Then we all end up on the beach, Hunter takes the faery princess with her and… that leads me to what happened earlier today.”

Rory

She blinks, and realizes that she’s staring at Fiona as she tells her story. It rings of truth even as fantastic as it all sounds. It would make a hell of a movie, of course, and Rory has to tear her eyes away from Fiona to again scan the area and make sure they’re alone, and safe…

But then she resumes staring at Fiona…

Adara Mires

She listens with attention. Her expression changes here and there: a frown, brow raised, a focused expression… but at no moment does she interrupt. Only in the end does she say something

“I’ll have to kick Carter’s ass for not telling me that earlier today” She says, shaking her head slightly before looking back at Fiona “That is an incredible tale you’ve told me. I has a feeling of..another world spilling into ours, like things we see so often in movies and tv shows.

I will let you continue your tale. I have questions but I’ll wait till it’s over, in case you answer them with the next part”

She doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, eyes still on the kin, allowing her to drink water before talking again. Tales should always be told at their own rhythm.

Fiona Murray

“Well here’s the interesting part about all that shit that happened. Hunter, Carter and Wally.. don’t remember it as I do. It was all this big giant fabricated dream! Hunter had asked us to meet him the next day, hell even I still think it didn’t really happen, but then I kinda think it did the more I try to ponder it, but anyway. Hunter was still high on cat drugs and accusing this girl of having horns and hooves… he got into a fight with some skinny dude that was her boyfriend and we all ran away thinking he was to frenzy..”

She seems excited now, her heart racing as her words start to tumble out a little faster. Eyebrows furrowing as if she might have some trouble believing everything she tells them. “The dreams I had about the land being ravaged, there was something in them that reminded me of a place I visited before. I took Wally out there today, because he’s the best fucking blood hound I knew, and we went to Alamere Falls, just beyond Point Reyes Park, past the Bay bridge. It’s a rare site because it’s one of two rare tidalfalls in the area. That’s where a water falls meets directly into the ocean…”

She runs her hands over her knees, scrunching her nose, “Anyway, we get to the bottom, Wally disappears to the ether to investigate something and I went diving into the waterfall and nearly break my neck. But looking around, I had a funny feeling that it was related to my dreams. What I saw behind the curtain of water and what my hands felt were these really really old etchings like glyphs carved by claws in the stonework. They was a lot of them and I mean a lot. I couldn’t make them out, but I’m certain they were wolf markings. Wally reappeared telling me he met that princess again on the other side… and that she can heal people. She can healed him of his night terrors that we’ve all be having.”

Adara Mires

She listens some more, one hand moving into her hair, stopping after they end and then going back into them, as if trying to adjust to the lack of it. “That is one incredible tale Fiona.” She says softly

“Did Wally tell you what the glyphs were about?” She asks “And does Wally remember the woman now? She has said that she can heal him..but can she really? Can she explain what is happening, would she heal the others”  She asks the questions at a fast rhythm and then slows down

“Sorry..you probably don’t have all the answers. But if you can answer any of my questions, it’d be appreciated. I can repeat them more slowly” She says with a slightly embarrassed smile

“Do you think you could take me there? So I can meet her and ask the questions you can’t answer?”

Rory

Rory frowns as Adara asks to be taken there, to meet this woman who claims to heal without really knowing who she is… there’s no doubt this trip won’t be taken without Rory to watch her back…

Rory is – for all the things she is not – a hell of a body guard.

Fiona Murray

“I don’t think Wally can. He’s just an imaginary friend, but he’s one of the good guys. All into the Wyld and stuff.” She shakes her head at Adara, “I honestly don’t know, the only person that can answer that is Hunter. I think he still has the woman. It was important for me to go see Hunter, but I don’t know why. I think he’s linked to the princess somehow and if she dies… something bad will happen?”

Adara Mires

She nods slowly, reaching to place a warm, strong hand on Fiona’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I will contact Hunter about the woman, see if she can lessen the burden of those inflicted with the nightmares. I thank you very much for taking the time to tell me about it. My pack will do all we can to take care of this threat and maybe have you spend a few nights without visions”

She smiles very softly

“I know that you’re in contact with many of us. I wouldn’t be doing a good job as a Garou if I din’t ask, do you have a guardian, someone to watch over you? ” She ask with some curiosity. She had a feeling Simon might have taken her under his wing..for various reasons. Just like he did Marina.

Rory

She can’t help the little grin as Adara asks if she has a guardian. If it were up to her Alpha, they would be the guardians to every kinfolk in the area -it’s part of why she loves the Fury as much as she does.

Fiona Murray

Fiona flinches at the hand that squeezes her arm, even the gentlest touch makes her stiffen slightly. She swings her legs off the bed, feet flat on the ground as she looks down at them. Eyebrows knitted together in a slight scowl, she peers up at Rory then, raising those eyebrows, then swings her eyes to Adara, shrugging her shoulders.

“You’d have to ask Simon. Unsure where I stand with him, but the answer to that questions is… complicated.” on one hand she did have a guardian, on another it wasn’t someone they’d approve of likely, “So… yes, someone keeps an eye on me.” with that she stands up dusting off dirt from the seat of her pants.

Adara Mires

She moves up smoothly and keep her eyes on Fiona “I’ll speak with Simon, we have an arrangement about one kin he’s looking after. If you don’t mind it I’ll ask for the same thing about you. If you want me to that is, then I will share the duties with Simon.

That is if he consider himself your guardian and it doesn’t bother the other one you spoke about. Would you mind giving me that person’s name? Or forward my number so we can talk. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of properly. I don’t want to nose too much in your business though

So feel free to say no.” She tilts his head. She really wanted to make sure this lovely girl was going to be all right.

Fiona Murray

Fiona shakes her head, “I’m fine. Thank you for the concern.” She seems uneasy by the line of questions, drawing a hand up to brush aside her hair from her eyes as she starts to move away, “If anything changes I’ll be in touch.”

She looks back at Rory, and then to Adara, something on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t quite know how to say it, “Oh… and another thing, I was told to pass a message along. The Wyld is strong in this place.” She indicates the park, the foliage all around them, “I’d be careful of the giant sabre tooth cat.” Without another word she is quick to make her exit, “Good night!”

Rory

She arches her brow at the thought of a giant cat, and looks around, as if she could see such a thing here… she tps her head and blinks at Adara, and then shrugs a shoulder, slightly…

Weird – but they’ve met weirder.

Rory

[And rory’s out – must sleep!]