[Joss Lehrer] (123 NOT ME!)
[Katherine] (*shakes fist!, goes type* :’) )
[Katherine] It is not so very many hours since the Half Moon had awoken in Grant Park amongst a handful of other Kinfolk as well as Truth in Frenzy-rhya, her mouth still affected by the taste of foul tainted blood. She had taken herself home, the Aristocrat and showered away the night’s strange occurrences wherein she, along with her fellow Sept mates seemed to have been displaced out of time and space to change the course of one Garou’s life — from one afflicted by the corruption of the Wyrm, to one for the glory of Gaia.
From 1131 to 2009 was a serious lapse, and Truth’s Meridian could not say she was not thankful to be dressed once again in her own style of clothing; warmly wrapped against the freezing temperatures outside.
She was, currently, on her way back from inspecting a parcel of land she had so recently acquired and had high hopes of stumbling over the Theurge Elder herself on her travels; it was the spirit talker’s own moon at its peak in the skies above and Katherine felt, rather than knew, that her chances of finding Gossamer Wing somewhere were increased by a quick side-ways step into the Umbral reflection of the Green. The particular spot she picked was a small alleyway, squashed between two large apartment blocks, weeds and large piles of disused newspapers lay stacked either side of her, and somewhere distant a stray cat’s glowing eyes peered out at the white-clad figure as she re-appeared from nothing.
[Joss Lehrer] Joss spends quite a bit of time on patrol, and knows this area of the Green and beyond better than she does her own room back at Storm Hammer anymore – and she spent 18 years in that room. Here, though her feet carry her without the need of her attention to be on the way. Which is good, as she’s paying zero attention to where she is going, instead concentrating on who – and, what – she is with.
“No, no no.. you don’t understand I need it to BALANCE… so quit knockin it the…” she blinks, and tips her head as there’s a rush of wind that tugs through her dreads, followed by an agitated bee. “Shhh, I heard. It’s… White? Ah. Thank you.”
She begs pardon from the group of spirits that had come to see what she was up to, and turns in the direction the bee had buzzed from, in time to see Kate in the alleyway across the street. She stands, and shakes her skirts out, gathering the items she was working with in her hand, before she jaywalks over to Kate’s side of the street.
“Katherine?”
[Katherine] The young tabby that had first spotted the elegant young woman with the golden hair had peered at her for an instant before hissing and leaping from its vantage spot with a yowl of mingled resentment and fear. It fled down the alleyway and vanished down a drain before Joss had quite reached Katherine. She turned her face, her head was half covered by a woollen cap against the chill, her upper body wrapped in a white cotton coat. She smiled as she recognized her desired target crossing toward her and waited patiently for the Theurge elder to reach her.
“Evening, Gossamer Wing-rhya,” she called promptly, her gloved hands tucked in her pockets. “I am sorry if I — ah, interrupted whatever you were doing,” she gestured vaguely behind them, and her pale eyes ticked back to the Theurge’s face. “I was actually hoping to locate you and ask something of a favor. Is now appropriate enough?”
[Joss Lehrer] Joss is dressed as she almost always is – skirts and sweater of earthen tones, with flats – though she’s added a scarf due to the weather, and has gloves in her pockets. Her Godi bag hangs at her hip, and in her hands – well, it looks like an old school scale.
And she smiles.
She always smiles. “Of course. And she looks at the mass in her hand and shrugs. “Damn thing doesn’t want to balance right – I may need to have Curata fix it for me.” Why she needs it, is anyone’s guess.
She stares at Katherine a long moment, and scratches under the edge of one of her dreads close to her scalp, then finally. “Somethings….” wrong. “…different.”
[Katherine] She was becoming accustomed to Garou sniffing at the air around her and staring, somewhat dumbfounded this moon cycle. Once, it might have aggravated her and true, it was harder to bear from those such as Savage Dawn who could not conceive of such a thing as willingly giving away a morsel of their purity to a spirit — not for anything.
But then, Keith Sommers had not been present at the time.
A decision had had to be made.
Now: Katherine’s lips quirk as Joss stares, and breathes in, and stares and eventually the pretty features give out a mingled laugh and sigh compressed together. She invites the Godi to walk a bit with her, to escape the smells of the alleyway, richer for all the rain. “Oui, what you notice is part of the reason why I come to you. I recently found myself along with my Cousin, Fons and two other Garou in a place of Umbral origin. When we awoke, each of our spiritual essences, if you will, had been removed and converted into the shape of our tribe.”
She seems almost wistful a moment.
“Mine was a wondrously beautiful falcon.” She smiled side-long at the Theurge, and continued on with her story. “We were asked questions by a spirit, it was said to us that Gaia cried often and that we should do lasting things to make amends with her in the city. This information came at a cost, and so I offered a level of my breeding to him for a moon cycle in payment. It worked, and the spirit released us each after we made our separate sacrifices.
This is why I smell — unusual.” She hiked a fair brow, as they stepped off the curb. “The reason I seek you personally, -rhya is that I have started making my own amends, I purchased a block of neglected land in Bronzeville and I mean to reinvigorate it, to offer it as a place of contemplation for all in the Sept who seek to, well, “she gestures at the object in Joss’ hands. “Re-balance themselves with Gaia. It has not be treated well, and I think would strongly benefit from a Cleansing Rite. I hoped you might do me the honor?”
[Joss Lehrer] She listens, much as a little girl would to a storyteller as Katherine speaks of seeing their spiritual essences, and speaking with the spirits. Her eyes widen to hear of the Falcon, and what price Katherine had paid for a bit of knowledge, and…
…well it takes her a moment to realize her jaw is hanging open. When she does, she closes it with a snap. “….that… must have bee awesome.” It’s said with a bit of goodnatured jealousy, and the little Godi just shakes her head, slightly. She’s have loved to have been there.
She looks down at the scales, and grins at her companion, and then. “OH! Maybe you can give…” she trails off, and gestures absently, forcing herself back to the actual question. It’s the grinning moon, she’s a bit more flighty than usual. “Of course, I’d be happy to cleanse the area for you.”
A beat, and then. “You speak easily of Balance – unsurprisingly. I summoned Astraea to aid us the other night in restoring the same to an area of desolation in the umbra. I promised to rebuild her shrine, and wanted to include some offerings of balance. Thus the scale… and whatever else I can think of – so if you’ve any ideas on what a Spirit of Balance might like in her shrine? I’d love it if you’d share…”
[Katherine] “Merci, this is a great assistance you give me.”
As fascinated and envious as the Theurge seemed hearing all about her encounter in the Umbral sphere — as Truth’s Meridian could not fault her for being, such as she was a spirit talker — the Silver Fang appears quite as fascinated to hear that Joss summoned Astraea herself to her aid.
She knew some small amount about the spirit itself, but the notion of balance was as inherit to Katherine as was breathing; in and out. “Let me see, the scales are a good idea, yes, but perhaps to properly put them to use you should balance them with two halves of a thing. Perhaps something of the Wyld, and something of the Weaver?”
[Joss Lehrer] She tips her head, slightly, and considers this, and then smiles brightly. “I like that idea.. I like that a lot! Yeah. Something of the Wyld, something of the Weaver… ” She trails off, considering the possibilities, and then has to shake herself a bit to bring her attention to focus once again.
“She once lead a pack here – I found the shrine decimated and run down. It’ll take a bit, but I’m going to rebuild it. I’m hoping the warders can tell me of the pack she supported – it was quite a bit before my time.” A beat, and a grin. “She was stunning.”
The Godi is very good at her job, and the simple awe and respect she places in those three words goes far to suggest why she is so beloved by the Spirits of Maelstrom.
“So, in Bronzeville… what do you plan to rebuild your land into?” Curious, always.
[Katherine] The Silver Fang laughs, her breath misting before her in the crisp night air. Since the last Moot, Katherine has not had many occasions to speak with the young girl who was the elder of another of their auspices. She found that she rather enjoyed the enthusiasm of the Godi, so unlike any other Crescent Moon she had thus far come to know in her young life.
“I have no doubt that she was something else, I should have loved to see her.” She mused, thoughtful for a beat, she lifted a gloved hand from one pocket and cleared strands of hair from her lips. “You must let me know what you discover of the pack, I am curious myself to know.”
They wander on, past apartment complexes with windows blazing, some closed and boarded up, past cars and disused fenced off property. “I am not yet sure, to be honest. I had considered that perhaps I would turn it into something of a small park, or reserve. Given it is meant for Gaia, keeping it as free of industry and pollution would be a bonus. I had a thought that perhaps each of the tribes here could add their own touch to it, and make it something of our own creation.”
She shrugs, her pale eyes bright in the moonlight.
“But, I am very open to suggestion on it, myself.”
[Joss Lehrer] She must tell her of the pack… “I will.” Curiosity is something the Godi knows all too well.
She is still young, and some times it’s easier to see it than others – when she’s excited, when she’s starry eyed as a cub who’s met a hero, when she’s lost in the idea about something that’s so much bigger than she is, when she dances in the park, or sings in the shower, or simply… is a teenage girl.
But then there are the other times, when she shows a wisdom beyond her years, a maturity that is born of battle, and a steadiness that is a credit to the blood of Fenris in her veins.
And sometimes she bounces between the two so quickly it’s hard to keep track.
For now, she grins up at Katherine, and it’s very much a delighted teenager like grin. “I love parks. They don’t have many in Bronzeville, I think that’d be lovely. With a swingset, I’d hope – and maybe a merry go round?” Because that’s what she’d do… “and a fountain. Subtle and pretty, where the water spirits can dance with the Chicago breeze…” A beat. “I mean, whatever you decide will be lovely, I’m sure.”
[Imogen] They are passing apartment complexes, a few fenced off properties. It is from a boarded building that Imogen exits, stepping over and ducking under two parrallel boards, one hand lightly touching the lower one as a pretense for balance.
She straightens on the stoop, a slim woman dressed in jeans and a non-descript black winter coat, her hair bright enough even in the poorly lit night in the heart of Cabrini Green.
Luck would have it that this is as Joss and Katherine are about half a block away. Not quite close enough to hear the words of their conversation, but surely close enough to see.
She descends the stoop – which had one had several steps, long since rotted away, and starts down the pathway. Half way, she veers off, headed, not toward the locked fence, but small parting in the chainlink, a tear in the protection. She parts it with her hands, stepping through.
[Katherine] Sometimes it is very difficult to retain the knowledge that they are young girls, one of them still a teenager and the other barely old enough to drink. In terms of their roles within the Nation; the younger present is the elder. But both have died countless times no doubt in the protection of all they held important — unlike most human women however, they came back.
Joss is dodging between subjects, between ideas for the Philodox’s restoration project and the pink lips of the tall blond flex once more; she smiles at the young Godi’s suggestions, even as her eye takes in moment in the peripheral of her vision; as a familiar breath brings with it the redhead’s scent on the night air.
“I admit it has been some years since I have been inside a public park with a swing-set, or a merry-go-round but perhaps if space is fitting for such, you can be the one to decide where it should be placed.
I am certain there must be spirits who would enjoy such things, no?”
[Joss Lehrer] As flighty as she is, she does watch where they’re walking – at least somewhat, and certainly enough to see the redhead in the distance step from inside a broken hole in the fence. She smiles, contentedly, happily – especially to see that she doesn’t have the escort she’s been known to pick up occasionally. The little police car remained at home. Whew. She lifts a hand and waves, genuinely happy to see Imogen – then returns her attention to Katherine’s question with a grin.
“Some say that daring to play with the spirits is madness, or rude, or insane, but I find that if you play with the ones who like such things, they’re much more likely to come to your aid. Once I was making moonglows, and the Lunes came in such force it nearly blinded those I was with. Spirits have simple needs – basic ones, much as we do on some level. And they crave interaction, just like us. The wind loves to play tag, to catch and tug at your clothing, Electric gafflings LOVE static electricity, though it has a rather larger jolt then you’d expect when you get zapped… And spending a day at those big fountains that spit at you in Grant Park, getting thoroughly soaked? The water spirits there adore that. Laughter and joy, acceptance even – it breeds contentment.” She pauses, and wrinkles her nose. “You have to be serious with some of them though. They don’t like to play. The trick is to learn the difference.”
A beat, and a grin. “Much like dealing with Trueborn.”
[Imogen] Imogen straightens, just outside the fencing, a hand lifting to brush over her hair, tendering strands back from her face.
She adjusts the fall of her coat, and waits for the two to reach her, her breath steaming gently in the chill.
She dresses down for this – flat, simple shoes, a coat which could be found at any department store. Jeans which are not frayed, but are a little worn at the edges.
“Ladies.” Her greeting is not without a certain amount of irony. Garou females are not ladies in the human sense of the word.
[Katherine] Katherine smiles at that, her eyebrows rising.
“Oui,” she murmurs with a touch of true amusement, “I would agree with that sentiment very much. Sometimes I cannot decide who are the more difficult to deal with, the Trueborn or the Kinfolk.”
A beat, she issues a small laugh.
“Perhaps they tie in that regard, at least amongst my own tribe.” She says nothing more, indeed if there were more to say for they are now come upon Imogen Slaughter, emerging from a boarded up house, and it is to this that the Silver Fang’s eyes flick first and then return to the redhead.
She nods politely. “Doctor Slaughter, you made it home in one peace, I see,” she comments lightly, as if all that they had experienced — sliding around through time periods together — were nothing at all to be overly concerned with.
[Joss Lehrer] She laughs – and it’s an easy sound, one that’s open and free, much as she is herself. Most find it difficult to believe she is Fenrir for the simple fact that she is so open with her expressions, and usually they are of delight, not ire.
But they’ve joined Imogen, and the older women is treated to a truly happy-to-see-ya grin. “Hi Imogen. Lookin’ for new digs?”
As for Katherine’s greeting, she merely lifts a curious brow between the two of them.
[Imogen] Imogen’s gaze flicks briefly over Katherine, down, then up again. “As did you,” she says, mildly, through a muscle moves along the side of her jaw.
A glance toward Joss and her question. In a choice between continuing the joke (something about having met a hobo and in search of a place where they can be together, one imagines) and answering seriously, she chooses the latter.
“Just keepin’ in touch wi’ some people.”
[Katherine] The blond’s mouth shifts in quiet amusement and she glances at the third member of their party, who appears confused by the manner of their greeting. “Doctor Slaughter and I were among some who had an interesting evening, Joss. It seems we were called upon to aid a particular warrior — at different points of his life.”
She smiles, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth.
“Do not ask me to explain further, for I have not any idea how it came to pass, but that it did, and we were successful at the end.” She looks to the Kinswoman then, her pale eyes keen upon her face a moment before they pass over in exchange for studying the building the Doctor had just exited.
“I did not think anyone still lived there,” she offers idly, and then secures her hands back into her pockets.
[Joss Lehrer] Katherine explains a little, and then asks her not to ask any further questions, and Joss just grins, and shrugs. “ok.”
She readjusts her hold on the item in her hand – a balancing scale, or something near enough, and glances at the building. Katherine is shocked someone still lives there, and Joss chuckles softly. “There’s a great many people living in hideyholes like this all over the Green. Just not… officially.”
[Imogen] Imogen offers nothing to Katherine’s explanation, and merely turns her head to glance toward the boarded up building.
“Squatters,” she explains, precisely. “I was lookin’ for a bloke I know.”
[Katherine] The Silver Fang studies the building with slightly narrowed eyes, and then nods, as if it made sense enough to her that a woman with the standing such as Imogen would willingly mingle with the sort who lived without proper legal means in an abandoned building.
Katherine begins to walk again, keeping her pace sedate enough for both to keep up with her.
“I did not glimpse Truth in Frenzy-rhya in the park when we returned, but as you seem to have been returned in one piece, I can, I hope, safely assume the same of he?” It is both a query and a statement. Much at the same time as Katherine speaks, a buzzing tone begins in one of the young Aristocrat’s pockets and she glances down, somewhat surprised and receives the cellphone. The display window informs her that the caller is one of her Kin, and she lets out a sound of exasperation.
“If you will excuse me a moment, ladies, I must take this.”
She sets the phone to her ear, and as she steps away, they can overhear her greeting someone by the name of Genevre.
[Joss Lehrer] Katherine asks about Kemp, and then steps away, and Joss doesn’t ask for any further clarification. She just lifts a hand to scratch lightly at the back of her neck, near the base of a dread, and then wraps her hands around the metal she carries again.
With Katherine away and on the phone, the Godi grins at Imogen, and tips her head. “Have you any plans for Christmas? I’m trying to figure out who all will be around – I thought if no one has plans, we might be able to get together for dinner or something…”
Assuming she can bribe Gina to cook….
[Imogen] “I’ve seen him,” she says simply. “He’s fine.”
They’ve begun to walk again, but likely they slow as Katherine moves away to take the phone call. She turns toward the young Godi as she speaks, her hand lifting to brush her hair from her eyes.
Her mouth downturns slightly.
“I don’t celebrate Christmas,” she answers.
[Joss Lehrer] She doesn’t celebr… “…but why?!”
The godi is genuinely shocked by such an idea…
[Imogen] Joss’s shock provokes an arch of Imogen’s eyebrow, mild.
“My family didn’t believe in it.”
[Joss Lehrer] She blinks. And then blinks again. “….oh.” A beat, and then a… “Huh.” The Godi is genuinely shocked at such an idea. Then she shakes it off quickly, as she so often seems to do, and shrugs. “Well, what if I invited you to a dinner on some day that might happen to be on the 25th, but for no particular reason at all, just for some good eats…?”
Because that’d make ignoring the fact that it’s Christmas easy – surrounded by decorations and people mentioning it over and over… right? She chuckles and lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “Silly, I know. Maybe New Years instead or something…”
[Imogen] It is perhaps Joss’s shock which provokes a suggestion of sympathy, a shred of an explanation. “My family was rather old in th’Nation.”
Whatever that may explain, or not.
A consideration, a narrow regard, then her gaze moving away dwn the street, touching on landmarks here and there. “I might,” she says turning back. “Let me know when it is, I’ll see.”
[Joss Lehrer] The suggestion that she might is enough, it returns the Godi’s smile full force. “Ok. I will.”
That they are old in the nation perhaps explains it a bit more. Joss, however, was a beloved daughter and spoiled completely rotten by her parents – which of course, included Christmas. “I figured I’d ask Gina to help me cook. And by cook I mean do it while I help since I’m hopeless…” She shrugs and grins. Can’t be good at everything, right?
[Katherine] The white-clad figure moves back toward them, snapping shut her cellphone and pocketing it; her brow faintly creased in deep thought. She does not speak of her phone-call, but clearly, whatever was said plays on the young Fang’s mind. She attempts to tune back into the current conversation at hand.
Christmas.
Katherine makes a quiet noise.
“I believe this Christmas shall be a noisy thing at my home, I have almost a full house to rival the Brotherhood, perhaps I shall take up your mantle, Doctor, and stop celebrating it.” The woman’s brows rise, her mouth twisting. “If I thought that my younger sibling would allow such a thing.”
[Imogen] I might, Imogen says. Likely she will not. Regardless of her intentions in this moment, her mindset that she could possibly make it, could possibly want to, in the moment, chances are, she will choose the silence of an empty morgue on a holiday over a holiday in a house filled with Garou and Kinfolk.
“Order in,” is her suggestion. “I imagine some chinese restaurants will be open.”
Katherine speaks and the redhaired doctor turns her head slightly, regarding the blonde. A smirk twists her mouth, just slightly. “You have my sympathies,” she says.
“But I don’t imagine anyone will willingly give up presents once they’ve gotten into th’ habit.”
[Joss Lehrer] She laughs and nods. “Good idea. Or maybe…” and she just trails of and muses quietly to herself, lost in halfmade preparations in her head.
She shakes it off after a moment, and then laughs. “I’m awful – I’ve been waiting for WEEKS already for the box my parents said they were sending…”
Though, in her defense, she is only 18, and it’s her first Christmas away from home.
[Katherine] You have my sympathies, says the Kinswoman and the Garou inclines her head, a small smile surfacing along her lips. “Merci, though I tend to agree with you. I am doomed to buying gifts for my younger sister, a habit she interestingly does not seem at all ready to grow out of, yet she protests so many others.”
The slender creature lifted her shoulders in a shrug as if to suggest it was a mystery to her, before glancing between Joss and Imogen and gesturing off to one side. “I must bid you both goodnight here, apparently my presence is requested by one of my Kin at my home.” There’s a trace of resigned amusement. “I can barely contain myself to discover what has happened tonight. Joss, my thanks again for your agreement to Cleanse that area, I shall inform you when the land is ready for it.
Doctor Slaughter.”
Both receive the Silver Fang’s nod, before she slips off.
[Imogen] Katherine begins to slip off and Imogen watches for several seconds before raising her voice slightly, “Katherine.”
When the Silver Fang turns, the kinwoman regards the Garou silently for moments.
“It was you who took the blade fer me, am I right? Not Kemp.”
[Katherine] Katherine turns back when Imogen speaks her name, her cheeks faintly flushed in the cold. When she hears the reasoning for her calling to her, something akin to surprise flitters across the Silver Fang’s features; she regards the redhead almost warily, as if assuming she was about to be told she should have done no such thing.
She was discovering many Kinfolk of this city possessed a level of pride that pushed away any protection their Cousins would offer.
“Yes,” she says slowly, her pale eyes steady. “It was I.”
[Joss Lehrer] “Goodnight, Katherine. I look forward to it.”
And then Imogen stops her, and mentions her taking…a….blade? Joss arches a brow slightly, glancing between them. She’s dying of curiosity, it’s clear. That she manages not to ask is an exercise in patience… that she’s currently winning.
[Imogen] Her gaze is steady, unflinching on the Garou. There are few kinfolk with the iron will of the once-Fianna. The strength to withstand Garou the way she does. The way to confront them the way she does.
If she wanted to tell Katherine off, she would certainly do so. She’s made her opinions clear before.
There is a pause that lasts a little longer than it should, between the words. The tendon along her jaw moves, tensing, releasing.
“Thank-you.”
Simple, almost flat.
“Ha’ a good night.”
[Katherine] Some Garou might have looked smug, at that. At hearing Imogen Slaughter thank them for potentially saving her life when a blade was aimed to slice into her skin. Years previous, Truth’s Meridian might just have been one of them. But, she is not the girl she once was, as she is not yet fully the woman she will become.
But, for what it’s worth tonight, she does not appear anything but mildly surprised at the thanks being offered at all. She simply nods, a slight movement that acknowledges the words, and accepts them for their measured worth, then, she simply turns and continues on her way.
[Katherine] (ee, thanks so much for the scene, girls!)
[Imogen] (Back atcha!)
[Joss Lehrer] (ditto!)
[Joss Lehrer] She reaches up to flip her dreads back over her shoulder once more, and watches Katherine as she moves off. It’s still odd to sense the breeding missing from the Fang. By the time it returns, it’ll likely be odd to have her at full force once again.
Anyway. “Sounds like it was quite the experience…” It’s stated mildly, really, as she was told not to ask, so doesn’t…. exactly.
[Imogen] Imogen’s eyebrow cocks a fraction. “It was. ”
She tilts her head in the direction they’d been headed, and pockets her hands as they start to walk again. The edge of her mouth twists. “I would say tha’ Katherine’s edict to not ask questions no longer applies, but I doubt I could answer any questions you had.”
[Joss Lehrer] She laughs at that, and nods as she walks on with Imogen. She hadn’t really had a direction in mind, was simply walking with Kate after she’d found her, and then joined Imogen in that direction. Her steps are easy, light, her bag bouncing slightly at her hip.
“The more little tidbits I hear make me wonder just what I missed out on. Though I was a little busy taking care of something else with another group here.” A beat, and a grin. “But I’m glad everyone arrived back in one piece.”
[Imogen] Imogen shakes her head slightly, “Yeh didn’t miss much,” she says, which is a considerable understatement.
Joss says she was glad that everyone was out in one piece. Imogen smirks slightly, but does not say anything.
They walk a little longer in silence, before she asks, “What were yeh takin’ care of?” Curiosity, perhaps.
[Joss Lehrer] Imogen deflects it back to her, and Joss moves with the flow, and smiles. There’s no hesitation here, though. She shows no hesitation telling Imogen of things she can only imagine… “There was this odd webbing thing – on the other side, and it had killed an’ eaten everything close to it, and was spreading. Was a trueborn stuck in the middle. We couldn’t save him, but were able to take down everything there that kept him captive. Spiders – with amour. Was hard to hit’em? They just shrugged it of, so I called for help.”
A grin there, pleased and happy to have managed it, and had it work so well. “Astraea – she was a pack totem here years ago, she’s a Totem of Balance. She came and whipped it all back into shape. It was amazing! I’m going to rebuild her shrine in the Caern. That’s what his is for…” She holds out the metal balancing scales, with a grin. “once I get hem to work right – and figure what I want to put in the dishes. I’ll add other things that suggest balance too once I think of them.”
[Imogen] Imogen listens – and in the end, she has nothing to say. There is little that she can relate to in what Joss has said. Imogen may have seen more than some, but she still has seen less than a Garou. She has connected to a totem but cannot fully grasp its concept. It is simply not in her realm of experience.
“They always said tha’ holly trees were a symbol o’ balance, back home,” she says, as they come up alongside her rickety Volvo, Imogen pulling her keys from her jacket pocket.
“Agate, too, I think.”
A lift of an eyebrow. “Perhaps that will help.”
[Joss Lehrer] She pauses as they come up on the poor abused old Volvo, and listens. “Holly trees and agate.” She restates it, and then nods with a smile. “Thank you – that does!”
Se pauses, then nods. “I’ll let you know if we decide to have a dinner or something. No pressure though, just if you can make it.” And there’s honestly no pressure one way or the other in the repeat invitation. She’s already accepted the inevitable conclusion that Imogen would likely work instead.
There’s a dubious glance at the Volvo, and a grin. “Drive safe.”
[Imogen] (Thanks for the scene!)