Place : Bawn, Western Forest.

Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (97% full).

Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.17 and steady, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)

Time : It is currently 10:03 Pacific Time on Sat Apr 23 2005.

Bawn: Western Forest(#3018RA)

Tall Sitka spruce and sequoia crowd around and above you. Many of the trees are old, their branches twisted into impossible shapes, trunks broad and draped with lichen, mosses and creepers. Tendrils of moss hand down from them like green spiderwebs, snaring the unwary with cold, ghostly fingers. The patches of younger growth are dense and pale, needles tinged with silver. Matted undergrowth huddles sullenly in the occasional small clearings, clutching with thorns and burrs at the legs of those who would pass. Deer seldom venture here, but the forest is full of rustlings, and tiny glints from wary, watchful eyes.
The forest spreads out to the east, bounded on the west by Sunrise Road. From farther to the west, one can occasionally hear the distant sounds of the town of Kent's Crossing.


5'2" of youthful energy packed up into a body all too willing to use it. Emma would be described as pretty if she were cleaned up and dressed the role, but all too often the scrapping tomboy paints herself with bruises instead of blush.
Somewhere in her mid-teens, her features are strong but decidedly feminine. High cheekbones and full lips work well to compliment her almost button nose and deepset eyes, while dark, ash blonde hair frames her face. While not straight, it is not curly either, and untied it reaches down past her shoulders. Her eyes are a cool blue, reminiscent of a bright summer day - but like the weather they seem to hold an amount of unpredictability. There is a hardness to her gaze, and while her smiles can be warm and sincere, they are well guarded.
Her posture is an odd mix of insecurity and confidence -or at least what might be confused as confidence. She seems surefooted and comfortable with herself, but exudes a certain edginess to those she might see as a source of ridicule.


At a little over five foot tall and with a slim build, KL is hardly awe-inspiring on first sight. She appears to be around seventeen years old and still carries a teenager's air of disenchantment and irritation.
Her mid-length mousy-brown hair is brushed back out of her eyes and behind her ears. It's not exactly styled, as it appears to have been hacked at without any hint of hairdressing expertise, but it's at least had contact with a brush at some point recently. She would be quite attractive - in particular she has a very cute, upturned, nose - were it not for the sullen and aggressive set of her mouth and the hostility of her gaze. Her hazelnut eyes look out with disappointment and poorly hidden anger, as if the world were a holiday villa that didn't match the travel agent's description. Her skin is oddly pale, and on her right shoulder-blade a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse is visible. Physically, she's well proportioned, and her bare arms show a tight musculature that speaks of regular exercise.
She's got a habit of slouching and of leaning up against any available support. When she forgets to slouch, however, she moves with a surprising degree of grace and compact poise.
She is wearing a faded and beaten up pair of blue jeans that are just a little too large for her, and have holes in the knees, a pair of worn combat boots and a faded red tank top with "And your little doggy too!" emblazoned across the front. The tank top has a badly-repaired tear across the chest, causing the word "little" to be have its second "t" deformed. Similarly, the jeans have a set of unrepaired holes on her left thigh, pale skin showing behind the rents.

It's a pleasant enough day in St. Claire, though slightly colder than earlier in the week. The western Bawn is quiet except for a light breeze causing the trees to wave slightly, giving a low background susurrus. KL is sitting propped up against a tree in a small clearing near the Fury House, her eyes closed and her hands flat to the ground, her arms spread wide to either side of her body.

Emma can be seen walking this way, bandana on head and coat over her shoulder. "Hey KL!" Her voice is friendly but there is a tone of uncertainty there. "Need to talk to you."

KL starts, and sits up. "Hey Emma!" she says with a smile. "What's up? Pull up a tree." She indicates one growing just next to the one she's leaning against. "Um, not literally."

Emma laughs and nods, "Nah, I wouldn't do that. Hey, got a question or two for you." Her face sobers up then, her eyebrows tipping down. "Did uh, something happen between you and Signe recently? After having met her?"

"No..." KL says, shaking her head slowly. "Haven't seen her since I was with you. Why? What's happened?" She strokes the ground, running floor debris through her fingers.

Emma shrugs her shoulders up and takes a careful seat beside the Fury. "She's tense. I mean more so than usual. And when I brought up talk of Furies, she told me she'd had enough talk about them. I dunno- she's always been hard to figure out, now that she's carrying it's even worse. I was worried something happened between you and her."

KL blinks very slowly and shakes her head again. "No. But there's a new Fury in town. She's called Penelope, Fostern Ragabash. I know she had some contact with Signe." There's a curious note in KL's voice, a sort of wariness, that creeps in when she mentions the elder Black Fury. "As far as I'm concerned, my meeting with Signe went really well, as did meeting Natalie."

Emma nods to KL's latter comment first, "Yah, they both went well. Looks like you'll even get along with Natalie better than I do." She shrugs, then leans her head back. "So Penelope had contact with her. Wonder if it was bad news. That'd make sense."

"Penelope's OK." KL says, with a tilt of an open (if slightly grubby) palm. "But she's very full on. I can imagine her annoying Signe." A little sigh follows, and she picks up a handful of dirt and lets it run through her fingers onto the floor.

Emma nods, "I'll ask her later then, if it was you or the new Fury that turned her mood. I don't think it was you, you even got her to grin." She chuckles then and settles back against the tree. "What do you think of them so far?"

"Natalie and Signe?" KL says, raising an eyebrow. "I dunno. I was all coiled up and ready to get riled at Natalie, and it just didn't happen. Signe..." KL scrabbles a bit more in the dirt, tracing a design and then wiping it out. "I've been on my own for quite a while now. I'm used to being in charge of myself. And that's kind of hard to give up. But I think I can cope with Signe being in charge of me, and that' a pretty high compliment."

Emma nods her head, "I dunno why I get so flustered with Natalie. I just," she sighs. "I see and hear how protective she is of Kevin, and I wish she'd show me a little of that too. I mean, we're packmates, everyone told me packmates are supposed to be close."

"Would you trust her on your flank?" KL asks, lifting her back off the tree and turning toward Emma, a hand dropping to support her weight, suddenly more intense.

Emma nods, "But only because I know, that she knows, Signe would kill her for not getting my back."

KL's nose wrinkles and she bites her bottom lip, still leaning to the Fenrir Ahroun. "Mmm." she says, eventually. "I think you do have a problem there, then." She pauses, and looks down at the ground. "Would you trust me with it?"

Emma nods quickly to this. "Yah KL, no doubt on that one at all." Her hand drops to fiddle with the earth below her, pinching at dirt and twig. "I still don't think I got all this Garou business figured out. Too much of my head is still teenage girl."

That gets a smile from KL. "How old are you? I mean, I'll be eighteen in about three weeks." She sniffs. "Don't feel like an adult yet, still feel like I did when I was fourteen." A shrug. "I don't think you think being a Garou, you just do."

Emma grins a little, one shoulder lifting. "Seventeen. Be eighteen in the fall. And yah, I don't feel like an adult either, but if I act my age, it's wrong. It's not being a good Garou. I feel like I am not supposed to have hurt feelings, or anger towards my packmates, or complain about something that is unfair."

"It's awkward. I gave up a lot of being a teenager when I left home." KL says, matter-of-factly. "You are allowed to have hurt feelings. You're allowed to be angry with people. But the question is...what do you do about it? You can't just wish stuff to be different, you either have to live with it or change it. And there are lots of ways to do that, I guess."

Emma shakes her head, "I don't feel like there is. Living with it means it's left to boil under the surface making me more dangerous than I want to be. Changing it? How? I am like, the omega of the pack, low in the Tribe, I'm just a puny little Get."

"Hey! You may not be the Omega for much longer." KL says. "New girl, remember? I get to clean the toilets." She folds her arms in front of her chest. "OK. So, break down the problems for me. One by one. Give me examples of when they've happened, examples of people's behaviour."

Emma huffs, "Alright, yesterday. Natalie giving me all that shit about a wig. You know, she don't have scars or lose her hair or nothing. It's like those fucking Walkers don't want to get their hands dirty, and if it happens to me. No big deal, I should just fucking shrug it off. I'd like to see /her/ without any fucking hair!"

"Right. Nobody that I've met is laughing at you for losing your hair. Scars are a symbol of glory, and you went up in the eyes of many when you were Wyrmfoe." KL says. "Now, I think Natalie was teasing you, but I understand why you're upset about it. I don't react well to being teased either. So. What would make you feel better about it? An apology from her? Or just her not teasing you again?"

Emma shrugs, "Her not teasing me. Or maybe her giving me a pat on the back once in a while to let me know she doesn't think I am worthless."

KL nods. "Seems reasonable. Why's she doing it? Does she feel you threaten her position?" She considers, head cocked to one side. "She let you teach Kevin. Is that not a pat on the back?"

Emma tightens her lips, "I don't want to talk about that even." She shakes her head, "I dunno why she let me do that. All I know is that I go out of my way to look good in her eyes, and it doesn't get me shit."

KL lets out a long slow exhalation of air, the fingers of her right hand drumming on the dirt. Eventually, she speaks, her voice carefully controlled. "Then stop trying. If you're doing shit that doesn't work, stop it. Trying to impress people never works. Just do what the fuck you think you should, and people will respect you."

"Why is it so wrong to want people to think well of me? Should I just go around pissing people off instead? Is that what gets respect around here? I can do that too I'm sure." The young Get grunts, pounding a fist into the earth. "I don't want to be a mediocre Garou. I want to be a good one. A great one."

"It's not wrong to want people to fucking well like you." KL says, eyes flashing. "It's wrong to stop being who you are in a fucking attempt to like them." She pauses. "And you're already a good Garou. And _we're_ going to be fucking great ones. By the time we're fucking finished they'll be talking about us in this fucking Sept for as long as it exists. Cubs in fucking Mexico, in..." she waves a hand, " fucking Denmark, will be told stories about us."

Emma looks at the Fury then, a wide grin spreading out over her features. "Yah?" she asks more playfully now, her tone changed to one of amusement at the Fury's rising anger. "Alright. I'll trust you on that one. And Natalie can go fuck herself. Long as Signe is cool with me, don't matter much what Nat thinks anyway. Right?"

"Right! And, by the way, it's OK to get angry with me." KL says, with a grin. "I'll just slap you into next week." She smiles puckishly at the Get Ahroun and leans back against her tree with a contented sigh.

Emma laughs, "Yah, you can try." She grins and follows suit. "I'm glad you wanna join the pack, it's gonna be nice having someone to relate to again. Seems like that role always gets filled by a Fury- wonder what that is about. Maybe I missed my calling or something."

"Everyone should be a Fury." KL says. "Well, everyone qualified, anyway. Those male types need not apply." She looks up at the sky. "I dunno. Probably just fluke, to be honest. I mean... well... wait till you meet Penelope, anyway."

Emma hehs, "Why do you say it like that? Is she that over the top?"

"She had me throwing chairs across the room and screaming at her. Like I said, Ragabash." KL says, with a grin. "Said my teachers hadn't taught me that I wasn't supposed to hang around with Get of Fenris."

Emma rolls her eyes, "See, that's what I hate. I hate how everyone tells you exactly how you are supposed to be. Why does it matter? It's like saying, all black people are robbers. Or all mexicans are greasy hornballs."

"Look." KL says. "I'm still wary of your tribe. Brom's enough of a reason for me to do that. But you're great, and Signe seems great too, and Gunnar was fine when I met him. So I know that not all Get of Fenris are chauvinistic pigs, or beaten women." She smiles and shrugs. "Just the same as we're not all lesbian man-haters."

"You mean you're not?" says Emma with a wide, shocked and overly exaggerated look. She also instantly ducks and dodges- even without seeing a fist in her direction. "Kidding kidding. Yah Brom pisses me off too. But he's just different, I still got a lot of respect for him."

"I had some respect for him. But he's losing it quick." The Fury says, bring her arm back after her pathetic attempt at a swing in Emma's direction. "But no, I think Penelope would have said anything to get me riled. Just an introduction. Oh yeah! New Fury kinfolk in town! Must take you to meet her - she's really nice, even if she does have a car."

Emma perks up, "Cars are good, you know how long it took me to get out here with Mitch being at work?" She grins a little. "Whole slew of new Furies showing up.. wait a sec. You guys plotting something?"

"Yeah. We're going to emasculate White Bear." She checks around to make sure he isn't near. "Nah, just fluke I think. Don't know if Penelope is going to stick around or not. She's staying at the house." KL nods in the vague direction of the Fury pad. "Cars do funny things to your head. For example, Anji - she's the kinfolk - has a whole roomful of stuff. She told me it wasn't that much! Do you know what I own?"

Emma grins, "What? And is it part of being Fury to not have stuff?"

This gives KL some pause for thought. "I think it would be against what the Furies believe to have things that you didn't need, and didn't value. Stuff is of the weaver, really. Even things like clothes. And while that doesn't mean clothes are bad, but...too many clothes might be. I don't know, this is pushing my understanding of shit."

Emma nods, "Sorry. Just curious. I mean, Gunnar always says that Get are pure in their vision, but we still use stuff. Sorta I guess, like, being in the world, but not becoming of the world. Or like, well all the extra weavery stuff of it."

KL nods. "Don't get me wrong - we use stuff,'s about valuing what a possession does, not what it is. Nah. Fuck it. Ask a Theurge or a Philodox. I just hit things until they stop moving, usually."

Emma laughs aloud and then scoots down to stretch out. "I really get a kick out of you KL. I am glad you came back here." She nods and lets out a slow sigh, "So how long ya think before I get a decent looking head of hair back?"

"Don't know. It's been a month, right? I would have thought next moon you'll have enough to comb. Your fur should be covering you by now, surely?" KL says. She brushes a hand through her hair. "I need a haircut, I think. You any good at cutting hair?"

Emma nods her head, "Fur is there. I look like a wolf straight off a lab table and freshly shaved, but it's there. Most of it anyway. No overcoat yet. What kinda hair cut? I could do just a trim I bet. Wanna head to the farmhouse?"

"Sure, yeah, just need it all roughly the same length." KL says. "Hmm. Could raid the fridge in the farmhouse. Make a change from omnibus stew." She scrambles to her feet. "Race you there?" she says, with a grin.

"Sure!" She scrambles to get up and take off after the girl, already at a disadvantage of being on the ground after she said sure. Her eyes brighten at the chance for competition, and she takes off.

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