Time/Date :It is currently 13:58 Pacific Time on Sun Dec 16 2007.

Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 49 degrees Fahrenheit (9 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 9 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.65 and falling, and the relative humidity is 52 percent. The dewpoint is 32 degrees Fahrenheit (0 degrees Celsius.)

Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (48% full).

Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)

This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.

Kathryn-Laura(#3278POXc)

Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
Her mousy-brown hair hangs loose around her shoulders, the front falling to frame her face. Her hair looks like it has been cut recently, and by someone with at least a little skill. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesn't know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, 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 is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.

Melodie

Unnatural deep purple hair reaches down to the shoulders of this hispanic girl in her early teens. Multiple piercings adorn each of her ears in an asymmetrical pattern, and a cheap stud sits on her nose.
She's wearing a dark purple v-neck T-shirt with a monochrome image of a heart with giant owl wings, stretching out across the bustline. Purple capri jeans hug her hips tightly, with floral embroidary on the back pockets and near the cuffs. On her feet are a pair of sneakers with visible 'shock absorbers', and a pink swoosh logo, with pink laces. When the weather warrants, she has a dark purple hoodie with the design of a new-agey fairy on the front right panel. She wears shiny lip gloss with a pink hilight, and her nails are typically painted various bright colors.
Her ethnic background is largely hispanic, although her facial features also have a distinctly Greek influence as well. She speaks with a noticable Spanish accent, though with the fluency in English of a native speaker. Her height, several inches shy of five feet, makes her seem at first glance to be in the latter years of elementary school, but her figure belies this assumption, having filled out considerably in recent months to be reasonably considered curvy. She has a butterfly tattoo on her right ankle (+details for more.)

Sunday afternoon, Fury House. A heatwave (for Washington State) - the temperature has almost reached double figures celsius. It's obviously also fletching day, as KL, the Ahroun, is sitting at the dining table, binding some flights to an arrowshaft with pink thread. Her fingers move nimbly around, and she's humming quietly.

Melodie comes in the door, carrying a cloth sack brimming with groceries. "Hola, KL!" She slumps the bag onto the kitchen floor. "What's up with you?" She's in her usual cheery mood.

"Hey, Mel," KL says, looking up from her fletching. She's quiet for a moment as she finishes the arrow she's working on, tying off the thread and then clipping off the loose end. "Just fletching," she says. "Having a quiet afternoon. Better than shouting at people," a little wry grin. "What news?"

Melodie shrugs a little. "The usual. Trying to figure out pack stuff." She starts putting the groceries on the counter. "And I'm gonna try one of Anji's recipes. So, you know Basil pretty well, si? Do you think it's a huge mistake to pack with him, or can he really change?"

KL puts her head on one side, and screws up her nose in thought. "I think Basil is quite a complicated person," she starts, speaking slowly. "He's at heart, a good Garou, and a good person. But he has some funny views, and he runs his mouth without thinking. I'm not sure that *I* would pack with him, but I'm not sure that I'd ever want to be in anything other than a war pack." She looks up. "Does that help? What do you think of him?"

Melodie is into the cupboards, sorting through the pans, before selecting one that seems to meet her specifications. "I think he's kinda gross, an' he says really stupid things, and I don't like that he's broken the Litany. I mean, we all think about other Garou, sometimes, but you don't actually do it. But he's not a bad guy at heart, and if I could help him stay on the good path, that's Gaia's work, si? Nike worries about it, though."

"Why do you think he's broken the litany?" KL asks, with a guarded tone. She puts the arrow away, and starts to pack up the fletching kit.

Melodie makes some mixture of sugar and water, and sets it to boil. "He charached with Kevin, got punished for it and everything. I kinda thing we should punish hard and then forgive, and he was punished hard, but also you worry if it'll happen again."

KL comes to lean on the edge of the doorway. "Sure. I agree with you, mostly. Speaking theoretically, would packing with me worry you, because I'm a litany breaker too?" She pauses. "Our tribe has traditionally had a slightly more lenenient view of homosexual relationships between Garou, you know."

Melodie looks suddenly uncomfortable. "You've slept with Garou girls? Um. I don't think it's wrong at all, actually. But other tribes do, so you'd better not get caught." She sighs. "I dunno, I think I'm just a hypocrite because I think Kevin is a jerk, and I think you're wonderful." Her face flushes a little with her sudden honesty, and she looks down at her feet.

"No!" KL says, eyebrows raising. "I've never slept with anyone before...well...you know." She blushes slightly, looks down. "No, I got punished for "take no action..."." She shrugs. "I've always liked Kevin, but he was nicer when he was younger. He's...hm...not matured well."

Melodie looks really embarassed now. "Oh, um, yeah, I never have either. It's just not smart, I guess." She looks up again. "The thing is, we all make mistakes, which is why we punish but then move on. So I guess I'm not really worried about Basil for his past. But I wish he was, I dunno, a little less male sometimes."

"Yeah," The Ahroun agrees. "I know what you mean. It's almost like he's ashamed of his good side." She shakes her head. "Still has some growing up to do, I guess." A grin. "I probably do too, I should add, in an effort not to be hypocritical." A pause. "So why do you want to be in a pack with him?"

Melodie grins a little. "Yeah, that's a good way to put it. I dunno, I kind of hope I can help fix him. And I agree with the pack's mission, one of healing. I think I'd be good at that. And third, I wanna meet Unicorn." She gets that teenage girl dreamy look in her eye.

KL laughs. "I confess, I tend to find meeting totem spirits a bit scary. But then, frankly, Vex is terrifying. I guess that's why I like him so much." She subconsciously runs a hand down her upper left arm. She takes a deep breath. "Mel...what do you think of Nike?"

Melodie relaxes some, and starts mixing her attention with her cooking again. She butters up the pan she's got out. "Nike? I like her a lot. She's really strong, an' she taught me to fight. I feel safe with her, you know? Like, there's nothing that can hurt me when she's around. On the other hand, she needs to learn sometimes how to do something other than just protect us, huh?"

"Yeah," KL nods. "I like her a lot too. She's my packmate as well as tribesister. And I'd cheerfully die for her." A long pause. "But there's some things that are just getting under my skin. Enough that...I'm contemplating challenging her." She sort of half-smiles, nervously. "And I sort of wanted to check that people wouldn't hate me for doing it."

Melodie stops what she's doing, and turns around fully, clearly surprised. "Oh! Well, huh. I guess that's fine with me too. I mean, either one of you. You're also a good fighter, and you listen pretty well. Yeah, I won't be mad either way. I guess it'd make my pack situation a little easier, it's really hard to do something that the elder doesn't like, huh?" She gets a little grin on her face. "I'd be glad to judge a challenge, I can do this one fairly, for sure."

The Ahroun shrugs. "It's not certain yet. I'm still thinking about it." She bites her bottom lip. "Have you spoken to Dre, since Wednesday?" she looks nervous, and switches which side of the doorway she's leaning against.

Melodie shakes her head. "No, I haven't. That's not really strange, though. He's got a job and stuff." She starts doing something with dough in the pan. "Also, whoever wins should challenge for Fostern, the Furies really should have one, huh?"

KL nods. "I've thought about that too. But I think there's a couple of things I need to do first. Do a few more glorious battles, make people forget about the Alesia-at-the-caern thing." She peers. "What're you cooking? It looks interesting. Are you bored of my "special pasta"?"

Melodie looks over her shoulder, curiously. "Huh, I never heard about that. I guess that's good, huh?" She grins. "I'm trying to learn greek! Cooking, that is. It's called Bak-la-va, it's really super yummy. And the recipe looks simple enough."

"Oh. Good," KL says, somewhat surprised. "I made myself a Greek-style robe at one point. Still got it somewhere, though I keep mistaking it for a bedsheet and get all annoyed when it turns out not to be. We should have a Greek evening at some point. We've got the house for it." She ponders. "You are *definitely* OK with me dating your brother, right?"

Melodie nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! I'm actually half-greek, you know, biologically, even if I was raised a hundred percent Latina." She grins at KL. "I think it's cool! I mean, I like him, and I like you, what's not good about that? And I can't date either of you, huh?" She continues to work through the recipe, the smell of honey and cinnamon filling the air.

KL smiles, somewhat reservedly. "Good. Though, we didn't really talk about dating or relationship or anything. Um... there came a point where we stopped talking altogether." Her smile curves more. "And...um... I'm still really curious about the girl thing."

Melodie smiles. "I think that's cool, I mean, we deserve to feel good. And it's probably not one or the other, I mean, don't guys all think that two girls doing it is hot?" She laughs a little.

"Yeah, but that's misogynistic. It's voyeurism without the implied threat of another man," the Ahroun says, lightly. She smiles a little. "OK, how does one do that? How do you meet girls who...you know...like girls?" She shakes her head. "Sometimes I wonder which of us is older, y'know?"

Melodie seems amused. "Yeah, I'd hafta be pretty drunk to let a guy watch. Um, well, I'm not a super expert, because I don't have a girlfriend or anything, but there's at least one lesbian bar in town. I can't get in, yet, but I bet you can! And there's a women's bookstore I sometimes go to, that's where I get my romance books, the owners are lesbians. They're old, but really nice. Anyway, it's pretty easy to find girls there, but there's not a lot of teens." She continues to make progress on her cooking, and starts the oven heating up.

"Cool," KL says, with a thoughtful look on her face. "Next slim moon, maybe. Probably need to be really slim." A pause. "I've never been much of a reader. I get all frustrated and bored with books." She grimaces. "Actually, I get frustrated and bored quite a lot."

Melodie laughs. "I like the young adult ones best, sometimes I have trouble with the words in the older ones. But those ones have the actual sex in 'em. I haven't found any spanish language lesbian romances, it's so sad! Maybe they'd special order one for me. Okay, I think this is ready to cook!" She puts the pan into the oven. "Maybe if it were a book on tape, si?"

"Too weavery," KL deadpans. "And too expensive to replace when I get bored and frustrated with it." She laughs. "How long before the balaclava is ready?" A peer at the oven.

Melodie picks up the recipe and peers. "50 minutes, or until it's golden brown." She stretches out her arms, pleased with her handiwork so far. "Maybe archery is the right hobby for you. Or dancing, that helps relieve stress, I think. I used to do ballet when I was a little girl."

"Ballet?" KL queries dubiously. "I...that's pink, isn't it. And fluffy." Her nose twitches in distaste. "I'm not sure...I've danced since my first change. I don't know how. But archery is my thing, though rather more than a hobby. I was dreadfully bad at it when I first tried. Arrows all over the bawn. Which, as I was in the courtyard here, gives you an idea of how it was. Now, though...well, you can't split Nike and I."

Melodie laughs. "Yeah, I can't quite imagine you in a tutu. But modern dancing isn't like that, it's very empowering. I'm okay at the archery by now, I can usually hit at least the targets. I guess my aim is better'n my power."

KL smiles. "Just keep practicing. It's less about strength than it is about technique. Though some strength helps, obviously. But you don't need to hold it at full draw for any length of time. I try not to hold it for more than a second or so." She ponders. "Maybe I should learn to dance. How does one...learn? Especially with the possibility that you get annoyed and rip your teacher into very small pieces."

Melodie's eyes sparkle a little. "Well, _I_ can teach you. I can survive most've your, um, extra energies. What kind of music do you like, anyway?"

The Ahroun looks dubious. "I don't know. I liked the Backstreet Boys, when I was twelve. I haven't really listened to music since, unless you count what the Fianna do occasionally, but I'm not sure that all the falling over is a good thing." She brightens. "But yeah, teach me!"

Melodie nods, "I will, si! You wanna start now, or..." She pauses, hearing a howl from the Caern. "Oh, stories! You wanna go to that?"

"You go, if you want to." KL says. "I'll take the Bakshish out of the oven at the right time, for you." She smiles. "I need to check all the arrows I fletched earlier."


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