New Years.
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jeremiah_garouDecember 31, 2013
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (3% full).
New Year's Eve. For the few Gnawers at the Library, it's a mixed bag, but it wasn't that hard to persuade Jeremiah up onto the roof to watch the fireworks shows, from where he had set up in the living area. He's managed to acquire a fair amount of Chinese food, and sodas, and these too have been carted up to the motley assortment of chairs and tables, and the ahroun seems downright cheerful this evening.
Maddie, for her part, has found an assortment of decorations and put them out. They're mismatched and not for New Year's, granted, but they're holiday decorations, at least, plus an assortment of candles, though more for ambiance given the city lights in the area.
Jeremiah purses his lips, and gets up from the lawn chair, in order to grab one of the containers of food from the table. "Nice warm night," he offers. It seems as well that Jeremiah has decided to simply not care about the state of his voice. There's a broad grin on his face. "I forgot how much I missed fireworks."
Maddie has loaded a plastic bowl with finger food, for her part, and sits in one of the lawn chairs, her feet propped up on a second. "Maddie has enjoyed the fireworks for as long as she can remember, though her elders have told her they frightened her when she was younger than that."
Jeremiah nods, picking up a fork, and perhaps only for that reason not switching immediately back to sign. It sounds like he likely hasn't spoken, squeaky as it is, in some months. "Bein' an ahroun, I don't get that many chances to. And when I was young, that sept was always at war. No time for celebration."
Maddie shakes her head, popping a bit of chicken into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing before speaking. "Maddie cannot really imagine that. There were many opponents to fight at Broken Nails, of course, and they fought… but they celebrated their victories, they celebrated living to see another moot, they celebrated the lives of those who fell even as they mourned their passing."
The ahroun's laughter is not a very pretty sound. "I like this way much better, honestly," Jeremiah points out, falling silent and grinning. "What's the use in winning against the Wyrm if we don't celebrate our victories, small as they are?"
And of course, I missed a pose or three in here, which are now lost to time.
Jeremiah watches some of the explosions of fireworks from one of the shows over the city's skylines. "Well, what is it that you're most interested in doing?" he asks. There's a pause, and though he's still working on his food, the cliath reaches for a fortune cookie, slipping it out of the wrapping and breaking it open, rather indelicately at that. "You still love what you cannot have in life…" there's a momentary flare of a spark of anger in his eyes, but it doesn't move further than that. "Perhaps… perhaps I do."
"Maddie misses the bonds of pack the most, she thinks," the Theurge replies, "although that would be both new and not-new, in that it would be a new group with a new spirit to guide them, but not new in the sense that she has been in a pack before. And there is aiding some of the younger Garou in seeking renown— she knows of at least two that are eager to prove themselves, and she would help them to succeed." There's a slightly sad tinge to the smile she directs at him. "Of course he does. To let go of love is hard, hard, and often comes at too high a price."
Jeremiah drums his fingers against the edge of the styrofoam. "You should pack," he says, quiet now. "More-so if there is a group and people you are looking forward to packing with. New, but also establishing more of here as a home." The ahroun frowns, and nods, and leans back, crossing his legs. "Especially when that price is someone dying, when she shouldn't have."
"Maddie thinks that is a part of his story that she has not heard." She chews on her lip, considering. "Perhaps, given the day, he might make a bird of paper and set it aflame, let the ashes drift on the wind. A ritual not of forgetting, but of working to put aside the extra burden of the pain."
Jeremiah sits upwards, and looks at his tribemate, and nods. The food is set down, and when she's looking, the ahroun switches back to sign language. On another day, it might not have been appropriate. Too much looking back when I live to look forward. But today it is a good thing, I think. Jeremiah pauses, thinking, and fingers the paper from the fortune cookie. And burning this with it. She deserves that much. I did love her.
Maddie reaches for one of the decorations, the colored tail of a turkey made from tissue paper, and tearing the tissue loose, begins to fold it into the shape of a bird. It's not the ideal type of paper for origami by any means, so the results are far from perfect. A second decoration is sacrificed with similar results, and she offers the second to Jeremiah. She tucks her own fortune carefully into one of the folds of hers, then gets to her feet and shuffles over toward the nearest edge of the building.
Jeremiah gets up, tucking the fortune into the edges of the wing of the bird, and at the edge of the roof, he looks out. "Ya tebya lyublyu, Kris," he says, barely audible, and then the ahroun's produced a cheap plastic lighter from somewhere, one of the myriad that he goes through and occasionally breaks. "Ty nuzhna mnye. And I miss you." There's a look to Maddie, and a faint smile. "To the new year." The edge of the crane is sparked into flame, and then the man propels it off the roof and into the air.
Maddie spends a few moments in silent contemplation, herself, then finally speaks aloud, "In celebration of the year that was, and in celebration of the year that will be." With that, she uses one of the candles she's set out to start her own bird aflame, and then casts it onto the winds as it burns to ash.
The ahroun watches as the two tissue paper cranes burn to ash, and then moves over to set a hand on Maddie's. "Happy New Year," he offers, and then repeats it in sign. "Come on, let's watch the rest of the show. I's… even got donuts and some cookies for dessert." With that, the ahroun moves back, settling onto the lawn chair and reclaiming the orange chicken for the rest of the evening.
The moon is in the waning New (Ragabash) Moon phase (3% full).
New Year's Eve. For the few Gnawers at the Library, it's a mixed bag, but it wasn't that hard to persuade Jeremiah up onto the roof to watch the fireworks shows, from where he had set up in the living area. He's managed to acquire a fair amount of Chinese food, and sodas, and these too have been carted up to the motley assortment of chairs and tables, and the ahroun seems downright cheerful this evening.
Maddie, for her part, has found an assortment of decorations and put them out. They're mismatched and not for New Year's, granted, but they're holiday decorations, at least, plus an assortment of candles, though more for ambiance given the city lights in the area.
Jeremiah purses his lips, and gets up from the lawn chair, in order to grab one of the containers of food from the table. "Nice warm night," he offers. It seems as well that Jeremiah has decided to simply not care about the state of his voice. There's a broad grin on his face. "I forgot how much I missed fireworks."
Maddie has loaded a plastic bowl with finger food, for her part, and sits in one of the lawn chairs, her feet propped up on a second. "Maddie has enjoyed the fireworks for as long as she can remember, though her elders have told her they frightened her when she was younger than that."
Jeremiah nods, picking up a fork, and perhaps only for that reason not switching immediately back to sign. It sounds like he likely hasn't spoken, squeaky as it is, in some months. "Bein' an ahroun, I don't get that many chances to. And when I was young, that sept was always at war. No time for celebration."
Maddie shakes her head, popping a bit of chicken into her mouth, chewing, and swallowing before speaking. "Maddie cannot really imagine that. There were many opponents to fight at Broken Nails, of course, and they fought… but they celebrated their victories, they celebrated living to see another moot, they celebrated the lives of those who fell even as they mourned their passing."
The ahroun's laughter is not a very pretty sound. "I like this way much better, honestly," Jeremiah points out, falling silent and grinning. "What's the use in winning against the Wyrm if we don't celebrate our victories, small as they are?"
And of course, I missed a pose or three in here, which are now lost to time.
Jeremiah watches some of the explosions of fireworks from one of the shows over the city's skylines. "Well, what is it that you're most interested in doing?" he asks. There's a pause, and though he's still working on his food, the cliath reaches for a fortune cookie, slipping it out of the wrapping and breaking it open, rather indelicately at that. "You still love what you cannot have in life…" there's a momentary flare of a spark of anger in his eyes, but it doesn't move further than that. "Perhaps… perhaps I do."
"Maddie misses the bonds of pack the most, she thinks," the Theurge replies, "although that would be both new and not-new, in that it would be a new group with a new spirit to guide them, but not new in the sense that she has been in a pack before. And there is aiding some of the younger Garou in seeking renown— she knows of at least two that are eager to prove themselves, and she would help them to succeed." There's a slightly sad tinge to the smile she directs at him. "Of course he does. To let go of love is hard, hard, and often comes at too high a price."
Jeremiah drums his fingers against the edge of the styrofoam. "You should pack," he says, quiet now. "More-so if there is a group and people you are looking forward to packing with. New, but also establishing more of here as a home." The ahroun frowns, and nods, and leans back, crossing his legs. "Especially when that price is someone dying, when she shouldn't have."
"Maddie thinks that is a part of his story that she has not heard." She chews on her lip, considering. "Perhaps, given the day, he might make a bird of paper and set it aflame, let the ashes drift on the wind. A ritual not of forgetting, but of working to put aside the extra burden of the pain."
Jeremiah sits upwards, and looks at his tribemate, and nods. The food is set down, and when she's looking, the ahroun switches back to sign language. On another day, it might not have been appropriate. Too much looking back when I live to look forward. But today it is a good thing, I think. Jeremiah pauses, thinking, and fingers the paper from the fortune cookie. And burning this with it. She deserves that much. I did love her.
Maddie reaches for one of the decorations, the colored tail of a turkey made from tissue paper, and tearing the tissue loose, begins to fold it into the shape of a bird. It's not the ideal type of paper for origami by any means, so the results are far from perfect. A second decoration is sacrificed with similar results, and she offers the second to Jeremiah. She tucks her own fortune carefully into one of the folds of hers, then gets to her feet and shuffles over toward the nearest edge of the building.
Jeremiah gets up, tucking the fortune into the edges of the wing of the bird, and at the edge of the roof, he looks out. "Ya tebya lyublyu, Kris," he says, barely audible, and then the ahroun's produced a cheap plastic lighter from somewhere, one of the myriad that he goes through and occasionally breaks. "Ty nuzhna mnye. And I miss you." There's a look to Maddie, and a faint smile. "To the new year." The edge of the crane is sparked into flame, and then the man propels it off the roof and into the air.
Maddie spends a few moments in silent contemplation, herself, then finally speaks aloud, "In celebration of the year that was, and in celebration of the year that will be." With that, she uses one of the candles she's set out to start her own bird aflame, and then casts it onto the winds as it burns to ash.
The ahroun watches as the two tissue paper cranes burn to ash, and then moves over to set a hand on Maddie's. "Happy New Year," he offers, and then repeats it in sign. "Come on, let's watch the rest of the show. I's… even got donuts and some cookies for dessert." With that, the ahroun moves back, settling onto the lawn chair and reclaiming the orange chicken for the rest of the evening.