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revivalproject2021-07-11 01:09 pm
holtfinder) wrote in revivalproject2021-07-11 01:09 pm
[Howl Mingle] Wolves Outside and They Wear Sheeps' Clothing
WHO: Everyone's invited!
WHERE: The grassy area north of the memorial at Green 19
WHAT: A Howl!
WHEN: Under the light of the full moon
WARNINGS: Please put them in TLs if they apply to your story
The area has been cleared of rocks, making it comfortable for people to sit on the grass or some of the larger boulders that were already there. The full moon shines overhead, making it bright enough to see one another. While some people would put a bonfire in the center of the ring, Moonshade is doing this the traditional way; the Wolfriders avoid fire at all costs.
That said, she's gotten someone to cook a portion of the piglet-squirrels she's hunted to share with everyone, skewered and nicely charred, enough to go around. But there's also raw meat available for anyone like her, who prefers to have theirs fresh.
Moonshade directs everyone into a rough sort of circle, standing in the middle as she waits for the late arrivals. She's dressed in her usual leathers, but there's some flowers from the greenhouse tucked into her hair, something small and purple that catches the moonlight. "Thank you all for coming. My people, the Wolfriders, hold howls regularly. We sing to the moon as our wolf-friends did even before we joined them. And we tell stories. This is how we keep our history alive. I know that I don't share a history with any of you, but I could think of no better way to learn who you all are, what Way you live by, than hearing your stories, and sharing one of my own."
Her smile turns a little wry, and she glances at Steadypaw. "But before the stories, we sing." And the wolf moves from lying down to sitting, throws his head back, and lets out a proper howl. Moonshade joins in a moment later, closing her eyes. It's an eerie harmony between them--she can't help but wonder who'll join in. Or, for that matter, who'll share a tale or two.
WHERE: The grassy area north of the memorial at Green 19
WHAT: A Howl!
WHEN: Under the light of the full moon
WARNINGS: Please put them in TLs if they apply to your story
The area has been cleared of rocks, making it comfortable for people to sit on the grass or some of the larger boulders that were already there. The full moon shines overhead, making it bright enough to see one another. While some people would put a bonfire in the center of the ring, Moonshade is doing this the traditional way; the Wolfriders avoid fire at all costs.
That said, she's gotten someone to cook a portion of the piglet-squirrels she's hunted to share with everyone, skewered and nicely charred, enough to go around. But there's also raw meat available for anyone like her, who prefers to have theirs fresh.
Moonshade directs everyone into a rough sort of circle, standing in the middle as she waits for the late arrivals. She's dressed in her usual leathers, but there's some flowers from the greenhouse tucked into her hair, something small and purple that catches the moonlight. "Thank you all for coming. My people, the Wolfriders, hold howls regularly. We sing to the moon as our wolf-friends did even before we joined them. And we tell stories. This is how we keep our history alive. I know that I don't share a history with any of you, but I could think of no better way to learn who you all are, what Way you live by, than hearing your stories, and sharing one of my own."
Her smile turns a little wry, and she glances at Steadypaw. "But before the stories, we sing." And the wolf moves from lying down to sitting, throws his head back, and lets out a proper howl. Moonshade joins in a moment later, closing her eyes. It's an eerie harmony between them--she can't help but wonder who'll join in. Or, for that matter, who'll share a tale or two.
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"I'm sorry," he apologizes quietly. Rising to his feet and proceeding to leave. It's just too much for him. The thought that he gave up on Anakin was just more than he could bear right now. He would leave Ezra to answer the rest of Kyle's questions.
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Kyle looks at Ezra helplessly. "I get that you gotta unseat them, like you said, that's clear. So many people have died, you told me. But I can't believe an entire group of people are beyond redemption. I just can't."
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"There's...personal stuff here," he says, more properly turning to Kyle, looking pretty helpless, too. "It's really not an academic question for him, and either way, the answer hurts. Ok?"
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Kyle throws his hands up. "I didn't know! I'm sorry for it, really, but I didn't know that just asking was going to hurt his feelings. I wouldn't have, if I knew. Seriously. Where I'm from you're supposed to ask questions about this stuff, that's all." Glumly, he wraps his arms around his knees and pulls them to his chest.
"Believe it or not, I think he's a good guy. ...does he like food? I'm gonna make him something. To apologise."
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He offers Kyle a shaky smile. "Take him something that goes with tea. I think he'd like that."
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"With tea, huh? I'll figure something out." Or burn a lot of things trying.
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A little louder, so more of the group can hear them, he adds, "I'll check on Obi-wan later."