2019.01.21: Planning for the Legendary Realm

Planning for the Legendary Realm
Lleutrim, Aleksandr, Waziyata, and Frost discuss how to best approach Lleutrim's challenge for Adren, and decide a trip to the Legendary Realm is in order.
IC Date	January 21, 2019
Players	Lleutrim, Aleksandr, Frost, and Waziyata (ST)
Location	Visitor's Hut, Sept of the Wakened Wood
Spheres	Gaian Garou

The day after the moot and revel, the visitors to the Sept of the Wakened Wood have been granted use of a guest lodge; a round, low hut partially dug into the forest earth, surrounded by massive old trees and with grasses growing on the earthen roof. It is a warm, homey little mound home with minimal luxuries: dirt floor, simple beds, a fire pit with a mere hole in the roof for smoke to escape, wooden benches to sit around the fire, and no privacy walls or curtains.

Waziyata has made herself right at home. She is lounging in her breed form, head on her paws, dozing comfortably by the glowing embers of the fire. A shaft of sunlight shines in through the chimney hole and there is the sound of voices and movement outside, but it is muffled and dim. Apparently some in the Sept are already up and about, though they haven't seen fit to disturb their guests. With as late as the revel lasted and as much booze as was consumed, there's equal odds that much of the Sept has decided to sleep in, or at least those who can afford to do so.

Since it happens to be the case that Lleu sleeps buck naked in homid, isn't it great that he takes the courtesy to shift to a wolf and curled up with Wazi on the floor instead? Well, he was also fairly drunk last night so it is entirely possible that he /could/ not -find- his bed last night. Or some lass dragged him off to hers. But, probably not the latter. Right now he's got his back up against the white wolf and is lightly snoring. Sacked out on his side, his pale paws twitching in his sleep.

Something happens though and suddenly the big grey wolf SNEEZES like a gunshot inside of the little yurt like dwelling! CHACHEW! Battle Singer jostles Wazi and now startled awake, he sits up and looks around. Where the fuck ....

After a few seconds he gets up, shakes himself off and changes back to homid. A totally buck naked man. Lleu looks around, "Where's my kilt?"

Frost wakes up at the sneeze, blinking and looking around a little bleary eyed before swinging her legs off of her cot. She did partake in a drink or three, and it shows a little bit in her eyes as she reaches up and drags her hands through her hair, scritching at her scalp to try and bring herself around to alertness.

Aleksandr did not join too much of the Revel last night. Nor did he stay too long, or does he drink. It makes him kind of boring, one supposes, but it also means he's just fine now. It means he's been up for hours, maybe. Did anyone see him sleep? If he did it was on a cot near Frost's. Whatever the case, he is a light sleeper and he's up now, sitting crossed legged on the dirt, and one might guess, meditating or something similar. His eyes are closed, but one would have to really lack attention to realize he's not asleep. There's slight movements as he sits like that, possibly silently pondering all sort of things. He's in the same clothes he was in the day before and then ones he slept in, when he did sleep. Thankfully for him, his eyes are closed, so as not to witness this atrocity.

Things were so calm and peaceful. Right up until that sneeze. Wazi jerks awake, head lifting from her paws, ears perking up alertly, a low growl already in her throat as she looks toward the source of her disturbance and gets an eyefull of Lleutrim standing over her. She pushes up to a seated position on her haunches and is nearly at eye level with 'the atrocity' as she looks up at the man. She twists, looking over her shoulder, ears twitching as she surveys the room. Then she turns to look back at Lleu, apparently unphased by the terrible sight so close at hand. She tilts her head to one side. <<Outside?>> She's probably guessing. Unless she remembers something he doesn't?

Frost makes the mistake of looking over at first as Lleu asks a question, then she's looking up at the hole in the roof and the pretty pretty sky! Then she's closing her eyes and bending over to fumble around for her shoes. She's used to not having a voice, not having her eyes however is more difficult.

"Maybe." Lleu has enough wits about him to look around and go to his cot. He has his rucksack there, but his guitar seems to have been left elsewhere. He unzips it and pulls out his more usual blue jeans and steps into them, zipping up. "I'll be right back. I gotta take a pi..." a glance back to Frost, "Speak to a man about a horse." The Galliard goes out into the MUCH TOO BRIGHT sunlight and squints around before going to water some bushes. A LOT.

Donnachaidh is gone a little while. When he comes back he's got his guitar case and kilt, the latter folded over to carry a coffee pot and some cups. "I've got coffee if anyone wants some." Lleu gets his shit sorted out and sets the cups and pot by the fire ring, sitting down cross legged and pours the first of four cups.

"So... are we all awake enough to discuss what we should do next?" He looks at Aleksandr and offers the first cup to the Theurge, if the Silver Fang wants it. "Lights the Darkness'rhya?"

Aleksandr sits there still for a long while not worrying about the commotion. It's probably not the first he's heard this morning, with people stumbling back to their homes and what not. He is listening though, it seems. Because when Lleu addresses him directly an eye opens and the glances back at the man. He shakes his head. "None for me. Thank you. And yes, I am awake and able to discuss whatever you wish." He uncoils like a snake and rises to his feet so smoothly. Turning to face the rest of the group. A bowed head to each in turns as if in greeting for the day. He motions outside the place, a direction, perhaps.

For her part, Waziyata leans forward, stretching, then pushes to her feet, takes a couple of steps, and stretches her back legs in turn, giving a wide, tongue-curling yawn. After that, she stands fully and gives herself a little shake, ending in a quick trot in a small circle to face toward the others once more. She is panting contentedly, tongue lolling, tail wagging a little in her own greeting for the group. The coffee is ignored as she looks toward the door at Aleksandr's motion, then paces slowly in that direction. <<We are leaving?>> She gets near the door, then stops and looks back, ears perking curiously. <<Where?>>

Frost wants some of that coffee, taking a cup when it comes her way. She gives her feet a little stomp to settle them in her boots before walking over towards Alek. She squints a little at him, probably from the headache she's dealing with, blowing on her coffee slowly before sipping at it.

Lleutrim is gladly get up and take a cup to Frost with a smile, then pour himself a cup. "We can go outside if you like. No need to pack up and leave until we what we are going to do." He sips his coffee and stays put. "Calls Down the Rain said need to learn my history. Speak with my Ancestors. Live one of their Legends, if I can. So, how do I do that?"

"I have dreams sometimes. Visions. Since I was a kid. I get ... fragments from someone's life. It got really bad around my First Change after not really having bothered me since I was a teenager. I thought I was loosing my fucking mind. It didn't go away, after I'd changed, become a cub. One day, Skully saw me act funny, asked me a few questions and told me one of my Ancestors was trying to show me something. That's when I went to Journey and he told me to go talk to Andy about it but Andy was gone off..." Lleu shrugs, "Dragomir mentioned the Legendary Realms to me. Said I should go there, some day. But he said that to me before I knew about this Ancestor. Could he have known?"

Aleksandr looks to Wazi at her question with some confusion. He looks back the way he motioned and then shakes his head. "No, maybe I did this motion wrong. I meant to carry on. I think that is right." He shakes his head as if not important. "Battle Singer wished to discuss what our next plan is, and I am willing to do so." His eyes flow over to Frost and follow her as she approaches. He gives her a small, quick smile and then bends down to dig in his bag. He pulls out what most would know as his medical and herb kit, and unfolds it, looking for something. A white powder is produced, and uncaps it, motioning to Frost's coffee. "This will help." He taps a little in her cup and then caps it and starts putting it all back away.

He stands and gives Lleutrim his attention not further explaining his human faux pas. He just listens for a long moment. "I have been considering what he said versus my vision. Tying it together, it seems to make some sense, that yes, perhaps the Legendary Realm is where your answer lies. It makes sense for your moon, it makes sense for the vision of Eshtarra. The Incarnae." His lips purse again and he thinks for a long time. "As for Eye of the Storm-rhya, he recently has said something similar to me. I do not know if it was foretelling, or that he simply thinks much of the Realm, and most of my Tribe does. But I am unaware of all of his abilities and gifts. It is possible. My father would say anything is possible until it is impossible." A shrug at that, moving on. "It would explain the danger." He continues on back into his old thoughts. "It would also explain your Ancestor. But it could also, all be connected to the dream or destiny, perhaps."

Wazi tilts her head again at Aleksandr's confusion. Her ears wilt a little and she turns away from the door, looking between the three humans. Then, she wags her tail slowly and steps away from the door, moving back toward the firepit. She gives a bump of her shoulder against the back of Aleksandr's leg before passing by the man, her tail brushing against Frost's leg in turn. Then, she comes to a halt beside the fire, between Lleu and Aleks, where she grows into her teenage girl form. She's dirty, having gotten into a few brawls during the night, but none the worse for wear except for a new tear in her shirtsleeve. She looks to Aleksandr when the man finishes speaking, frowning slightly, "What is the Legendary Realm? Place for never finding?"

Frost gratefully holds her cup out to Alek when he produces that bag, letting him sprinkle in the powder. She uses a finger to stir it before drinking again, popping the finger in her mouth to make sure she gets all the medicine. She listens as the Garou talk, interested in the topic, so she pays close attention.

Aleksandr has his attention. Lleu watches him add something to Frost's coffee, likely for hangover. Donnachaidh takes a seat on his cot and leans against the earthenwall, sipping his own coffee as he listens. He looks thoughtful.

"You mentioned three Incarnae in the vision you had. Surely I'm not important enough for /any/ Incarnae to give a flip about. But what we are to look for in my challenge, it may be important to Calls Down the Rain as much as it's important to me?" A very faint negative movement of his head, ere Lleu says, "I don't know. The Legendary Realm is dangerous? What can you tell us about it, Aleks?"

The Galliard pays close attention to see if Aleksandr minds that Lleu called him Aleks. Donnachaidh's pale grey eyes narrow as he studies the condition of Wazi and her clothes, "Did you get into a fight, Wazi?"

"It is hard to describe, Puddle Jumper." Aleksandr considers his words for a long moment. "Father tells it as a place where the strongest of our legends live. Of a place where all legends, some told differently of the same event, spring to life and live. Here a place that one goes to live a life of one's Ancestor. I am to understand that Defiant-Storm-rhya was there once." He pauses, since they have both asked. "It is, to my understanding a very dangerous place. A place, you cannot leave until you fulfill the purpose of that which you come to live and learn. Some die, trying to learn these lessons of the past and never doing so." He sighs. "Worse, if one dies there, one dies. It is not like other realms. I do not know all the laws of it, but this is what I have learned."

He then, specifically turns to Lleutrim and shakes his head. "Not that Incarnae might not have use of you, battle Signer, but I do not think their appearance is so much do to you as it is that the Future requires great power in its telling and only the most powerful of spirits can do so. And even at that it is not always accurate. The future is a volatile thing. But it might also be that in this case, the future of which they tell is monumental. As the Legendary Realm is such a thing."

The question from Lleu gets a brief grin from Wazi, who nods once, "Yes," she agrees in a tone of fierce pride, "Now Jotun Charger and Painted Muzzle will know: I am deformed but stronger than they." She grins at him another moment, before looking back to Aleksandr as the other man begins his explanation, her expression turning thoughtful again. She shifts her weight a little, moving to hook her hands into her jean pockets as she listens, tongue poking out momentarily as she looks back to Lleu, then to Frost as if expecting some contribution from the mute woman.

After another moment, she nods slowly, then looks back to Aleksandr, frowning, "Then, we go and live Lleu ancestor's life, and learn past lesson, and it is done. But three big spirits say much danger and very important?" A pause there, another thoughtful glance to Frost and Lleu before she looks back to Aleksandr with another question, "How do we make ready for the Legendary Place?"

Frost tilts her head slightly, a small furrow dimpling her brow as she listens. Another large gulp of coffee before she puts the cup down to free up her hands. "Is this a place where we could all accompany Battle Singer'rhya or would he need to journey alone?"

Lleutrim listens carefully until Aleks seems finished. "So, you are saying, if I fail to learn what I go to learn, I may never be able to leave until I do, or until I die there. Yet, /any/ venture has it's risks and I am no stranger to dangerous places." His gaze skims over Wazi and Frost, then back to Aleks, "Failure is not an option." Nonetheless it is a possibility.

The Galliard falls silent, mulling over Aleksandr's last words before he asks quietly, "If we decide that is where we should go, is that where we should start? How do we get there?"

Wazi's explanation earns a knitting of Lleu's brows and a thinning of his mouth. "Deformed?" Something pops into his mind, "Do they think you Metis?" A grimace, "I'm afraid ... my tribe does have a hate for Metis. Which I'd like very much to change, but I'm afraid that's a battle that would take a huge effort and time." Frost's hand gestures gain his attention, then Lleu looks to Aleksandr.

Aleksandr looks to Frost first "Yes, there is moonbridges that lkead to the realm. Though Fatehr says they are now beset more and more these days with the minions of the Wyrm. Some speculate it is to keep something trapped within, or to keep us out and learning from our past." He shrugs, he's a Theurge, but not many are experts on the realms. Not that haven't been to them. "We will need to be careful and cautious." He holds up a hand then. "Also keep in mind, not all of our legends are happy ones. The fall of the Howlers is Legend, for instance. As are other things. What we will see in there is very dangerous if I am to understand correctly." He gives Frost what seems to be a sympathetic or maybe worried little smile after saying that, brief, before he turns back to Wazi. "I am saying the Incarnae are likely what is needed to have the power to even reach into the future Puddle Jumper. To give such vision, but they also may be telling of danger, importance. As I say, these things are left for interpretation and even the best seers are not always right."

With that he turns to Lleu. "I am saying, that I assume if we enter it together, and we do not pass whatever test awaits, that none of us can leave. And that yes, dying there is a very real possibility. This is what you must prepare for, I am certain of it now. Of the meaning of my vision." He shrugs, despite having answered the how. "I will lead us, I believe I can find the way, but even the journey will be difficult, I am sure. And I think Puddle Jumper speaks of her closeness with the Wyld. " He does, of course, translate for Frost, too.

Wazi shrugs in response to Lleu's question, her attention still focused mostly on Aleksandr for the moment. But when the conversation comes back around to her tussle she nods once to the man's words, "Yes. My face is half wrong, and they think Waziyata is not real Garou." Her smile returns, more subdued and less vicious now, self-satisfied, "They learned I am Puddle Jumper."

Then she looks to Frost, eyeing the woman thoughtfully, head tilting a bit to one side, "Should you maybe stay and not go? Or, are you like Lleu's mate, and fight the Wyrm too?" A pause there, before she glances to Aleksandr, adding another question for him: "Do guns work on moon bridges?"

Then, she licks her lips and looks back to Lleu, "And, you have Bloody Bandages from me? Wear them. Bring all extra. Maybe we make some for Many Names and Weaver Voice, too?"

Frost gives Alek an uncomfortable look as he gives the examble of an unhappy legend, then looks to Wazi as she asks her question. Her shoulders move in a shrug as she signs. "If I can help I would like to go, if I would be more of a liability then I should stay. We want to set Battle Singer'rhya up for success, not make the journey more difficult."

His coffee he finishes and sets the cup aside. Lleu gets up and rummages in his ruck for his shirt which he pulls on. He stands and tucks it into his jeans and takes a couple of steps out into the middle of their sleeping shelter. "Then it boils down to this. I have to go. For my rank challenge, and because ... I need to know about my past. Who I really am, who my ancestors were. I don't know if I have to go now, or if it's wiser to seek those who might better advise me, who have gone before. But what I do know, is that each one of you have to decide for yourselves whether or not you ... /really/ want to throw in on this venture with me."

Lleu looks at each of them in turn, "You certainly have no reason to take this risk on my behalf, Lights the Darkness'rhya, though you may have reasons of your own that you might wish to go." He looks to Frost, "And you, I can't imagine why you'd want to come unless it's to help Aleks if he goes. You two could go back to our Sept, build a life together and forget about this foolishness." And he looks to Wazi, not certain what to say to her except, "Well, at least now they know. But even if you were Metis, I'd still want you as my friend."

A sigh and Lleu rubs a hand over his face. "If I don't ever return from this Realm, I'm worried about Faith." Lleu glances to Wazi, a certain topic having come up recently between them.

Lleu's attention returns to Frost, then to Aleks, "You are the better judge than I am whether Frost should come or return home. I don't know what she can do." And looking at her, "Or what gear or talens you have." A nod to Wazi about his bandages, "I have them."

"Well, this is where more issues come in." Aleksandr clears his throat as Wazi asks her question and frowns. "Guns work on moon bridges, but we mean to pass into the Umbra." He makes a face, one of disdain, briefly. "One does not willfully bind a weaver device to themselves and bring it into the Umbra." He doesn't say unless you're a Glasswalker, either. "And we must cross into the Umbra." He shakes his head though. "What am I about to tell you, understand I am no expert on any of these thigns, only what I have heard my Father say. And while there is no greater Theurge than him, I do not know all that he does. "I am told that all moon bridges pass through the Aetherial realm at their highest point. It is believed that if we step off there, we will be in the Aetherial Realm." He's,c lesarly, not sure of this information. "There, then, we look for a bridge that leads to the Legendary realm. And we most likely will have to fight our way in. The Aetherial realm is what some would call the Umbral sky. What this means, precisely, I am unsure, only that it is the sky. Though I am to understand gravity is not what it is here." He shrugs again.

His eyes go to Frost and he considers her for a long moment. "I do not make decisions for Evie Frost. If she believes she can make it and wishes to come, than she can. She is no more a liability than any there, I suspect, so long as she is careful. What we are about to enter, is danger to us, also, as it is far more momentous than we are. We live or die by following its laws, not by tooth and claw. Besides, I do not think you could deter her, if you wished and I am constantly reminded she is not made of glass." He gives Frost a brief, small, warm smile.

Then his attention settles on Lleu and maybe a bit too quickly, Alek agrees. "I am going." As if the Theurge has his own reasons for going and doesn't even consider the dangers he just presented. He glances at Frost and then comes back to Lleu. "I cannot speak for Evie Frost, but there much to my life that danger can dissuade me from. As my father would say: you can live safely, hide form danger, but is this life?" Another shrug.

Wazi nods slightly when Frost's words are interpreted, glancing between her, Aleksandr, and Lleutrim as each speak in turn. At Lleu's words she only rolls her eyes, then shakes her head. She reaches one hand over to poke the man in the chest, a little aggressively, "I am not answering silly words. Monkey Babble." Then she grins at the man, just briefly, before looking back to Aleksandr, then to Frost, now eyeing the kin very seriously. "I know you fought Fomori and Wyrm Howler with guns. If you bring no guns, can you fight them again? Worse things?" She tilts her head a bit to one side, watching Frost curiously.

After a moment of that, she glances at Aleksandr again, adding just as seriously and perhaps out of left field, "Be pack with us and Just a G- and Eye of the Storm." She doesn't make it a command, but it isn't a question either. More a firm suggestion than anything. "Pack is much for life, but not always if not working good. But, it is best to have pack that will challenge self. Make each other stronger, better, less annoying for others. We would struggle. But as you say, that is life. Worthy life. Yes?"

Frost can't help it, her smile is positively beaming when she listens to Alek, and he seems to have the right of it if her expression is a clue. Then she blinks and seems to remember something, the smile turning into a grin as she pushes the sleeve of her flannel up, showing some pretty silvery-blue chain mesh undernath. "Branton finished my armor just in time too." It looks very light and fits her arm well. "I will go." Signing it all after she lets go of her sleeve. Wazi's question has her nodding. "I can use my knife and my fists just as well as my gun. Mother trained me well."

Lleutrim listens very closely to what Aleks has to say and nods to points about the umbra, "Understood about the dedication of technology is forbidden to us." Then he adds quietly, "I have read the same, as concerns the Aetherial Realm. I've picked up the gift called 'Realm Wisdom' so perhaps that may help us. It probably wouldn't hurt if more than one of us had it." He too smiles at mention of Frost not being made of glass. Yeah, Lleu liked that statement. The former Marine gives a nod to Aleks' last statement, "Well said."

Battle Singer takes his empty cup back to the coffee pot and refills it. "Something we had hoped to speak with you about Lights the Darkness'rhya is Eye of the Storm. He is looking to form a new pack and he wants Wazi and I to join him. He has also been to the Legendary Realm and lived to tell of it. Possibly even more than once. I think we might do well to ask his advice in this matter and perhaps also Journey's. What do you think?" Lleu puts the coffee pot down, "It would also give everyone a little more time to decide and be sure whether you really want to do this with me."

Ooph! Wazi just poked him in the chest! Lleu mimes pouring his hot coffee on her head with a grin, but he doesn't do it, "Brat." He does look to Frost because it's a good question. He grins at her silvery fine mesh, "Branton's work! He finished it quickly!" Then Wazi's going on about packing up with them - and Dragomir.

Aleksandr lets Frost answer for herself, he only translates. Apparently the Garou is letting her make her own decisions in this, as much as he might consider himself, her protector. He just looks between Wazi and her, though he seems surprised when Frost shows off the armor, and maybe even frowns ever so slightly, but he says nothing. He leaves Wazi to make her own judgement, it seems he has accepted her to come along.

Her statement about packing as him slightly surprised again and a brow raises as he listens to her. He waits until she is finished before bowing his head. "It is also a big decision. The wolf will know where the wolf belongs when it knows. It does not yet know, Puddle Jumper. My wolf tends to take one step at a time, like stalking prey, than it does strides like it is chasing a rabbit. Time, perhaps." He shrugs a little, though firm in his answer.

He bows his head then again to Lleutrim's words and continues to listen. He's already answered the question of packing as best he can. "Shaderunner-rjhya and Eye-of-the-Storm-rhya are both wiser than I. You would be quite wise to seek their wisdom in most things. That is, of course, your decision. This is not my path or my journey. I am only walking it with you. But I have already decided. I do not need more time."

At the translation from Frost, Waziyata looks back to the woman, then gives a slight nod, "Bandages, too. You have Gnosis, talens will work. You must bleed for them, very, very much. Near death, but not into it. After, the spirit of Leech will stop your bleeding when you are needing it most. You can agree to this?" Still, that very serious and direct tone from the normally foolish and excitable ahroun. Lleu only gets a smile at the miming of pouring coffee at her and the brat comment.

Then, she focuses on Aleksandr, having heard the man's answer. She gives a slow nod in reply, then moves a step closer to the man, invading his personal space in a slow, easy, deliberate fashion. Even if he shies back, she leans down and forward, reaching a hand to touch his shoulder gently, then giving a firm squeeze, "Time," she agrees, "But watch and think. Do not choose only wait and only later, in fear of bad things. See that we are good for you, and you for us. Then think and answer." She offers a grin, then, and straightens up to retreat back to her previous position by the firepit, between the two men.

As an after thought she adds to him, "You will wear the bloody bandages, too?" Oh, sure. It's a question for him, but nearly an insistence for Frost.

Frost looks uncertain as the mention of the method of gaining the Bandages is explained, her eyebrows raising up a little bit. This time she doesn't answer right away, instead looking to Alek and what he thinks on the matter. The pack talk has her looking at Wazi and Lleu curiously, before the expression moves to Alek again.

"Fair, very fair answer, Aleksandr. The same for me. I need to see how well we all work together." Lleu admits quietly. He fingers the coffee cup in his hands. He smiles at Wazi's antics and then looks to Frost, "It's all right. With someone like Aleks to watch over you during the Ritual, it should be safe enough. She already bled me, back before I learned Grandmother's Touch, so I could heal myself. I may not need the bandages as much now but they could still be useful for you, Frost. Particularly if for some reason one of us couldn't get to you and you were hurt." Lleu looks to Aleks, "Unless you have a better idea. And you might."

Another drink of his coffee and look walks over to glance outside at the sunshine. He can smell /delicious/ food cooking. "So, let's go back to the Sept once we are done visiting here. We can seek out Journey and Dragomir to see what they may advise, and then we'll go from there to make ready, shall we?"

"That will be very dangerous for her, Puddle Jumper, she does not heal like us. I am appreciative of your suggestion, but there is not even a guarantee she will survive the process." Aleksandr knows how Bloody Bandages are made it seems, even if he is not able to make them. "She does not have increased healing like us, and that kind of blood loss for a kin, is deadly. It is not easily healed, we would have to be very careful." This he doesn't like, and Frost is not really getting to make this decision, despite his previous words. He's glad she's looking at him for his opinion in the moment and he turns to consider her. "The risk is hers, but I would not risk her life for it. If she wishes, however, then I will be watching over her and the one to try and heal her." Still watching Frost, he speaks to her. "And she better not die." He sighs, resigned to letting her risk her own life on this, but he is against it.

Aleksandr never backs down form these Wazi approaches, like it's some sort of challenge with her. He stands his ground, though he knows it's little use to actually resist the Ahroun. "All I do is watch and observe, Puddle Jumper. This is what I do. Watch, observe, and think. It will not change now, except that in this, the wolf knows even more than I, and I will trust its instincts." A shrug then. "I am very capable foe haling both myself and others and am sturdy, but if it will make you feel better, I will wear them, but this will mean a deal of down time." He glances at Lleu. "DO you have this time to spare?'

He looks to Lleutrim and listens, though to the question of a better idea, he shrugs. "Not specifically in that regard. Certainly we can provide her with talens for healing, this is easy. I am also able to give her other tricks, she can use. I am unsure the risk is worth. His final questions earn one more shrug. "If this is what you like. I am but the guide, you are the one on the journey."

Wazi pauses, looking to Aleksandr at the man's words about the bloody bandages. She frowns slightly, before looking back to Frost, "It is your choice, and, he is wiser than Wazi for this. I say, think of it. Bloody Bandages take the strength you bleed away now, and give it back when you need it. It can mean coming back from very, very scary bad wounds like they never had. But, I do not want you to die for making it." She glances to Lleu at the man's words, nodding slightly, before looking at Aleksandr and adding, "Yes, I will feel better if you are wearing them. And, if she says she will try Bandages, maybe even better if you and one other are both ready to heal. One you are both trusting."

But after that, she's ready to go eat, too.