Tapestries: Pablo - Thursday, February 15, 2007, 8:24 PM

You've had this dream before, at least, part of it. And at least, this time you realize it's a dream. Maybe it's the fact that you're flying. You're pretty sure that's not normal, and you've not had a chance to dip into your stash since you got back from Pangaea. The night is dark and cold, but clear, the night time sky filled with billions of stars, and a bright crescent moon.

Since he knows it's a dream, and how it goes, he goes about the general practice: flying towards the same direction he goes. Even if he seems intent on taking his time, doing little barrel rolls trying to fly feet-first. Then he just loiters, looking down from above.

It can be quite fun, for a few moments. You look down, over the caern, you're pretty sure, recognizing the general geography, the clearing, the forest, the couple of cabins, and the lights of farmhouses beyond. That's as far as you've really gotten before but tonight... tonight the dream is a bit longer. You glance up at the moon, and you notice it, well, swinging, back and forth, like some sort of amusement park ride, or the smile of the Cheshire cat.

Pendulum moons. That doesn't seem right. He's now a little wary. This is going to be one of those prophetic dreams, isn't it? Uh oh. Almost on compulsion he flies towards the moon.

The moon comes towards you, even as you fly up towards it. It doesn't get larger, in fact, when it's swinging past you, it's no longer than your arm's length. It shines, glowing silver in its own light, as it swings back and forth, back and forth, down towards the ground.

Shay floats back and peers. Is it going to fall to the ground? Frowning, he moves upper and then tries to drop onto the top of the moon, to ride it.

You attempt to land on the moon as it swings back and forth, but the edge of the crescent is sharp like a knife's blade, and it cuts into your foot, the wound burning with an intense amount of pain, pain worse than you've ever felt before, pain worse than the tar-covered claw of the raptors. Blood streams from your injury, flowing down the sides of the silvery sliver, coloring it red. And yet it inexorably moves closer to the ground.

Crying, Shay clutches his foot. Dreams aren't supposed to hurt! What the hell. So all he can do is drunkenly clutch his wound and watch.

You drift down shortly after the moon-knife, arriving in the center of the caern. Standing there, much like where you first met him, is Mammoth. He looks imposing, dignified and ancient. His trunk reaches out towards you, but before you can say anything, the sharp edge of the moon whips out, as if it were weilded by some invisible swordsman, and cuts Mammoth's trunk clean through.

Shay just sort of stares drunkenly at the carnage. This... is not good. Glancing from Mammoth to the trunk to Mammoth, he sways a little. "What's going on?"

Mammoth's only response is a muffled trumpet of pain, as the blade strikes again, and again with rapid speed, striking the elephantine figure in the leg, in the back, in the rear, until the totem falls over onto the ground. That's when you blink awake, sleeping in the small house that belongs to the Questing Pack for now.

Christin (OOC) says, "Okay,c an you tell me what's going on with the houses?"

Pablo (OOC) says, "I can. Basically this, while you were gone, Blackbones claimed the cub house, because housing is given out by seniority. But when you returned, the Questing Pack were like, 'why the hell are we letting them have the bigger house?' So while you were talking with Night-Spirit, they kicked the Get pack out of the big house and left this smaller one-room house for you guys."

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and washing his mouth out, Shay gets dressed and trudges outside. Heading up to Crystal's cabin, the cliath checks the time to make sure it's not too early to come knocking. Shifting inton Lupus, Shay sniffs around said tree before trying to hunt down Crystal's trail. Or more accurately, Kelly's.

The trails are pretty easy to find, and you track the three of them (Kelly, Crystal and Kelly's metis son, Petey), nearby. In the late afternoon's light, you find them working on managing a dead tree, to make sure it doesn't fall and knock over other trees. 

Changing back into homid, Shay wanders over to Kelly. "Hey." He smiles to Pete and Crystal, before his attention shifts back to the other theurge. "I uh, I had a dream I want you to hear about."

Petey gives you a friendly wave and a weird lupine grin on his miniature crinos muzzle. Crystal acknowledges you with a grunt and a not, but Kelly turns to you, smiling, wiping her hands on her coat. "Sure, Shay," she murmurs, her voice hushed. "Privately, or?"

Shay just bobs his head. "Yeah. That would probably be best." He leads Kelly off for a lazy walk, while recounting the events. "What bothers me is that I think this is some sort of... I don't know. I know Garou are from Gaia, but Luna has that control over us too. And it seems like the moon itself is a danger to the Sept, to the very heart of things. Could it mean some sort of exposure by a garou's sudden shifting could hurt us?"

Kelly's expression grows dark at the story of your dream ... nightmare, really. "A sudden shift that came with frenzy, perhaps. It was a crescent moon, you said, yes? Of course, that could also reflect one of our auspice."

Shay frowns. "Well. That really narrows it down. There's only a few Theurges in the Sept. So our options are limited on what it could hint at."

"If that is, indeed, what the dream meant," Kelly cautions. "The moon could also mean that trouble might be coming at the time of the crescent moon, or be something unrelated, something we're not seeing." She pauses, "The wound, did it burn like silver?"

Shay winces at the memory. "To be honest I don't know what a silver wound would feel like."

Kelly laughs softly, and places a hand on your shoulder. "Be glad of that. Silver hurts like nothing else, is all I can really say, it cuts to your soul. Some say it is because it is Luna's metal, and the price we pay for shifting."

"Well it hurt like hell! Like nothing else. Like the cut was on fire." Shay shrugs. "If that's silver, well it was silver then."

Kelly nods once more, and is silent for a long moment, her breath steaming in the cold weather. "I'm not sure exactly what it means, Shay. But I will think on it. And I think perhaps, given it sounds like a warning of an attack on the sept, we should have a moot of all the crescent moons, to discuss this. I will talk to Night-Spirit about that."

Shay scratches the back of his neck. "Why'm I getting these visions? I mean, if it's something like this - a danger to the Sept, why isn't Night-Speaks getting the 'warning warng' juju instead of some kid?"

She laughs softly at that, "Because spirits are mysterious and no one understands their ways. In short, I do not know. Perhaps because you will listen. Perhaps because you are to have some part in it. Perhaps you are easier to talk to. We all receive visions from time to time, some of great import, some ... not so much."

Like the vision about writing his name in the snow. What was up with that? "Okay. Um, let me know how the moot goes?"

Kelly laughs more, even though, like all her speech, it's a hushed tone. "You will be invited, too! You're a cliath now, don't forget."

"Oh. Cool." He doesn't sound so enthusiastic about it, but, "All right then."