Time/Date : It is currently 07:10 Pacific Time on Tue Dec 27 2005.
Weather : Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the south at 13 mph, with gusts up to 21 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.70 and rising, and the relative humidity is 85 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase : Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (24% full).
Place : Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Farmhouse: Kitchen and Dining Room
Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen. An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
Standing a little over five foot tall and slimly built, KL makes a not particularly imposing first impression. In her late teens, she has an air of irritation, and of nervy energy, combined with hostility and restrained aggression.
Her mousy-brown hair is pulled back into a plait that hangs down to the small of her back, and is fastened at the bottom and the top by dark brown leather bands. She would be quite attractive - she has a very cute, upturned nose, and expressive hazelnut eyes - were it not for the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if waiting for an opportunity to attack them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She's rarely still for very long, and while she still remembers to slouch around from time to time, she's less inclined to do it these days, and her natural grace, balance and co-ordination is clearly evident in her movements.
She's currently wearing a pair of blue jeans that are slightly too large for her - it appears only a black leather belt is preventing them from descending southwards at pace. On her top half is a maroon t-shirt which has a picture of a small rabbit with its hands over its ears and the legend "Not Listening" beneath. Over that is a black leather jacket, unfastened and hanging loosely around her torso. On her feet are an old and battered pair of combat boots, that have seen many better days.
Standing at an arrogant five foot three inches, this young teenager commands the space around her as if it were in existence solely for her. Her features are flawless: smooth, clear skin, high cheekbones, a button nose and dark, green eyes are set on a slightly ovaled face. Her hair; normally long, dark brown, and slightly wavy - is now cut short into a full face-framed bob, dyed black with blonde chunked highlights. In certain lights a sheen of blue reflects from the hair as well.
She moves with a steady grace; shoulders up and posture tall. Her gaze, often friendly enough, is also one of pride and cockiness, and her smile can just as quickly be turned to a wicked sneer.
The farmhouse is quiet, and there is a sullen mood hanging over the kitchen. Sophie is there, sitting at the table and spooning lazily at a bowl of oatmeal. One hand is propping her head up by means of her cheek, and she looks rather disinterested in her meal.
KL bursts into the kitchen like a charging rhino. She slides the rear door open with a flourish and bounces inside, with a wide grin plastered all over her face. "Sophie!" she exclaims cheerfully, apparently unaware of the blast of cold air that has entered with her. In one hand she is clutching a slightly tatty cardboard poster tube. "I've got something for you."
Sophie looks up suddenly, startled from her sullen moment. "Huh? What?" She glances across the way at the energetic Fury.
"Alesia sent it. Made it, too." KL says, turning around and closing the sliding door. "Here you go." She hands over the poster tube to the Fianna cub. "I think it's very good." She leans back, folding her arms over her chest and watching Sophie closely.
Sophie looks at the tube curiously. "I hope she's not upset with me, I haven't been the best company lately and so haven't stopped by." She opens the tube up and takes out its contents.
Inside is a detailed, accomplished, drawing of homid Sophie standing next to lupus Sophie. It looks like Alesia spent quite a lot of time on the picture. "I don't think she's upset with you, though she'd definitely like to see you. She was worried you were upset with her, or didn't like her."
Sophie looks at the picture and swallows tightly, shaking her head. "I am upset at myself, and I don't like *me* is the real reason." She announces very quietly. "I don't deserve this," she then squeaks out, rolling it back up and tucking it into the tube.
"What, you want me to take it back?" KL asks, raising an eyebrow. "And what have you done to make yourself not like yourself?" She sits down next to the cub, facing away from the table and leaning back on it.
Sophie shakes her head, "No. Don't take it back. I really like it, I just don't think I deserve something like that." Her lower lip is bitten and she looks up, "I faked my way through my cubhood. The truth of it is, I'm probably a big chicken, who can't fight her way out of the bed sheets, let alone face something of the Wyrm."
"How do you know? Seen one?" KL asks. "Until you do...until you face one with a pack alongside you, at your back, then you won't know." She pokes Sophie in the arms. "We are _pack_ animals, and we are far more in one than apart." This thought seems to upset her, somehow, and for a moment she looks rather morose.
Sophie sighs a little, "But then why don't you get to go on your rite with a whole pack? Morgan and I are going just the two of us. She's seen the wyrm, she got to fight it and now she is... well she is fine. I'm the weak link now."
"Stop that." KL orders. "You aren't a weak link, and you are going to pass your rite, so stop worrying about it." She seems to be very definite. "Have you thrown a tribal elder through a window, recently?"
Sophie thinks and shakes her head, "Not literally. I spoke back to Vera though and then ran off before anything could be said or done about it." She blushes a little, "I should go back to faking it. At least then people thought I was worth something."
"Who's Vera?" KL asks. "Ask Cole about glass windows some time." She grins at this thought. "And what's the difference between being confidant, and acting as if you are?"
Sophie narrows her gaze a little, surprised by the question. "I- I guess they bring the same results actually." Then she sighs, "I just feel like, like a big liar. When I decided to start trying around here, it was to prove you all wrong that I'd be nothing. I wasn't doing it to actually do it. I learned everything, minded my elders, I pretended to be the good old fashioned teachers pet. Now I feel like I didn't really learn anything."
"Really?" KL asks. "What's the last part of the litany?" She shoots a piercing gaze at Sophie and then rests her elbows on the table, looking up at the ceiling.
"Ye shall take no action that causes a caern to be violated." The reply comes back without thought and spoken word for word. She opens her mouth to say something in her defense, then shuts it with an audible 'fud'. "So I can memorize stuff. I've been doing that my whole life. But how am I going to survive past this farm?"
"OK. That's right. Here's a situation for you - urban caern, supposedly hidden. A cliath Bone-gnawer gets a kin to drive him to the caern. The kin in question is on the payroll of some lowlife, who's working for a leech. As a result, the caern gets attacked and tainted by leech forces." KL says, waving a hand. "You're called to judge...what you going to do about it?"
Sophie thinks it over for a moment, "The Cliath Gnawer was at fault. A kin should not be allowed in the caern unless every precaution is made and the elders are aware of it. I'd think especially a Gnawer kin, -you just don't know /where/ they've been. Eeyuck. And besides that. Just for a drive in? Because the Gnawer was too lazy to get there with his own two feet? Yeah, that Gnawer would be in a heap of trouble if it were up to me. The kin? Well, he'd be darn sure that he was not welcome back to the caern unless accompanied by a Fostern or Tribal elder, and with the permission of the sept alpha and the Warder. But you cannot put the fault on him for following the wishes of his Garou tribemate. What was he to do, say no?"
KL grins. "I don't know if you're right or wrong. But that's your job. Not to face up to the wyrm all by yourself, but to enforce the litany, to resolve disputes. And yes, you need to be OK in a fight, but not more than that." She shifts in her seat. "And you'll be good at it, too, as soon as you stop being so self-absorbed."
Sophie narrows her gaze again, "Self absorbed? I've been fighting everyone I can, just to see if I can finally do something right in a sparring match. Ask Dillen about it sometime, or Abraxas." She sighs, "I just - I'm so afraid I'm going to have to fight something on my Rite, and not going to be able to handle it."
"Self absorbed. 'Am I good enough?' 'Can I be the best?' 'Me-me-me-me-me'." KL says, allowing needle to creep into her voice. She stands, swiftly, and turns and slaps a hand onto the table, causing a bang. When she speaks again, she's more demanding. "You will pass your rite. You will fight whatever you have to fight. And you will do your fucking damnest at whatever you have to do. Because _you_ are Garou and because _we_ need you and you _will not_ let us down."
Sophie jumps a little and scoots back from the offended table. She nods her head, eyes meeting the gaze of the Fury just briefly before flickering down. "A-alright. But- do you think you could help toughen me up with the fist part of things? Like, soon? Now maybe? If I get more confidence, then maybe I won't be so self-absorbed."
"Yeah, sure. But toughness comes from within, not from me. It's doing what you need to do, regardless of what's going on." KL says. "And so, yeah, I'll help you. But you're going to fucking hate it."
Sophie huffs a little, "It can't be worse than having Dillen try to do it. There's one other thing though KL. He said, Dillen that is, that I am afraid to use my rage. Which maybe I am. I just- Touch Deer said to not use it unless you really need it, and I don't want to frenzy because of it, so I never use it when I spar. But Dillen says I should tap into it and let it fuel me."
"You should certainly know how to do it." KL said. "Control over that is one of the keys to being an adult garou. Though some have it better than others. You still want to do this?"
Sophie nods her head, "Yes. If I can't beat someone else, maybe if I at least know it takes them forever to keep me down, -well that's something right?" She asks hopefully.
"Definitely." KL says, with a little grin. "It'll take me a while to set up what I want to do. So...I'll see you in the barn a bit later?"
Sophie nods her head, "I supposed I should finish eating then. And maybe afterwards -when we are all done, I can go say thank you to Alesia for the really nice gift."