2019.09.10 Recovery
| 2019.09.10 Cleansing Ravenscar | |
|---|---|
| Zyler and Aaryn | |
| IC Date | 1881 |
| Players | Aaryn Zyler |
| Location | Ravenscarne |
| Prp/Tp | Ravenscar |
| Spheres | Garou Gaian |
The air is still heavy with the smell of smoke and charred wood. The unstable ruins of Ravenscar loom as morning marches on. Jes, Iris, Branton, Aldric and Hrafn have not yet returned with the news, though Zyler is aware of what they have just found out on their journey to follow the children. Theron, Micah, Sten, Aaryn and Zyler have remained back at the site of the attack, under the lead of Isla should anyone return. Alongside the rear of what was once the homestead, Aaryn has finished her work. There's a small body sewn in what appears to be a large piece of heavy cloth curtain, laid beneath one of the few nearby upright trees. She crouches low a few feet in, scrubbing her hands in a bucket of water. Those who have been perceptive to Aaryn in the past might recognize the set of her jaw, but there's an unusual heat in her eyes.
Zyler comes back from where he had been sitting to speak to the wind, looking definitely wind tousled in his hair and clothes. He would of course, report to Isla first. An alpha that will actually listen to him. Although the information is brief. Then he walks over to where Aaryn is crouched. There's a moment's contemplation, black gaze studying her look, before he nods slightly. "That is look of Shadow Lord. Study situation. Plot how to get to goal. You're learning. Yes?" He points behind him with his thumb. "You're coming with me. They tore the Umbra with their storm. We're safe. For now. It needs to be mended. We help Spirits, they help us. Children are caught. Others on tail. Come. Yes?"
Perhaps Aaryn didn't fully hear Zyler. She continues to scrub at her hands for a moment longer, her jaw working twice as hard as her fists. Finally, however, she stands. It's rather abrupt, and oddly aggressive for Aaryn. She steps over the bucket and heads right at Zyler. When she moves past him, in the direction he pointed, she pauses log enough to say, "Pine. Instead of Birch, then?" Indicating the tools that will be necessary to cleanse the umbra. "You can draw up some water from the well...." She turns to head in the direction of a fallen southern pine, swiping a hand up her hip to materialize her axe.
Zyler raises a brow, then simply nods. "Yes." He watches her go for the wood and he heads for the water as directed. Direct to the point. Short. Simple. It is what he's wanted from most of them, isn't it? And yet.. why did it not feel right coming from her? Zyler puts it out of his mind for now. He gets the fresh water and lets Isla know they're doing this cleansing, then going to ask her to help them in the hunt, before he heads for where he can see the tear is at.
Aaryn gathers the pine and whittles the needles off well enough to handle. She finds a bowl, broken but still usable, and fills it with the water Zyler brings. Resting a hand atop the water, just lightly, she infuses it with gnoses. The water ripples and glistens as the mana flows through it. She turns to Zyler, "Two of us. Four directions. You get North and South I get East and West? We should start in the east, as it's still morning."
Zyler simply nods in answer, adding his own gnosis to this, to help power the cleansing they need to do. This is repairing the Umbra and that's no subtle thing. Working with Aaryn, he would do just like she said, starting southeast and begin that long process of covering the area they had to cover for mending the damage done.
And so, the pair of them would move, dipping the pine into the water and slinging the healing water through the umbra at each directional corner. They would raise their voices, as necessary, in howls to banish spirits of pain, rage, and destruction, allowing the umbral and the spirts there to soak up the gnosis and begin to knit together in the healing process. This would take the better part of the day. By the time they sidestep to the physical realm, the others have returned and are sharing the news they already knew. Aaryn watches her packmates, moving her eyes to each of them, in turn. Without turning to face him, she asks Zyler, "will you help me lay him to rest before we shed blood together?"
Zyler worked with Aaryn. They moved well in the ritual, helping to restore the peace that was here, before the storm. In the end, towards that end of the day, Zyler would watch the others as they'd speak of what he already knew. There was no point in pointing that out. Why bother? They may or may not believe him. At Aaryn's ask, Zyler frowns, then sighs and simply nods. "Fine. I'll assist."
Aaryn's eyes are cold as she watches the reactions. She looks down at the brown bowl in her hand and then back up at the others. "Thank you," she says, an unintended tiredness in her voice. "For the Rite. For trying to warn us. I heard you. The spirits here know your deeds. She gives him a sidelong look, "you don't have to help if you don't wish. It was the first rite I learned, I know it well...."
Zyler simply shrugs. "Payment. You assist. I assist. Balance reached. Yes? I will help. I said I would. Simple."
Aaryn tosses the bowl aside, nods and wipes her wrist along her upper lip. "Fine," she agrees. "Then we're equal."
Zyler nods a little, then starts to walk off, so he can go recover after the last rite and prep for the next. "You understand. Another step closer to Shadow Lord. To understand more than just Get. More than just beat the wall down with head."
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