Devil's Tower

Who: Libby, Gemini, and Marmie
What: Delivering school supplies
When: Afternoon
Where: Twin Feather territory
Rating: I really don't see this going beyond G (for once :-P )
Status: Incomplete

Wolf had opted to stay out of this little venture; Libby could not blame him much. After his fight with Grey last week, it was probably for the best that he stay away from the guy responsible for getting his younger sister pregnant. So she left Wolf to his duties and ventured out to the house he had converted into a stable to get two horses for the journey; she needed something to carry all the text books she was loaning to Marmie for the school, and Libby did not care to walk in the rain. Riding would make it a much fast trip.

After she and Gemini had stopped at the library to load the necessary supplies in the saddle bags, they set off at a canter for Twin Feather territory. Libby had pulled the drawstrings of her hood fairly tight to keep the wind from knocking it off. It had only been raining lightly that day, but she still would have preferred to stay as dry as possible.

When they finally entered Twin Feather territory, Libby had to ask what few people were out in the dreary weather for directions to the old storage cabin Marmie had transformed into a school house. Before long, the half-sisters were trotting up to the school. Libby dismounted and tied the horse to a post stuck in the ground before she walked up to the door a knocked.

"Marmie? It's me, Libby," she called through the door. "I brought a few things for you."

Who: Grey & Marmie
What: Grey's out trying to clear his head and runs into someone new
When: Mid-Morning Saturday
Where: The edge of Twin Feather territory south of the river
Rating: TBD

There were days when nothing made sense, and everything seemed to be spinning around you. Well for Grey it hadn't been just one day, it had been a week. Time had been running away from him and everything seemed to happen so fast. Friday had melted away as he had let himself just stop. Today unfortunately was the step he had been dreading.

Grey had woken up early and had gotten his chores down to look up and have found the long hand on the clock had only moved half way round the face. This was the day were everything stopped and he came to reality of the situation. Everything had gone wrong and no player in the scene was innocent. He should have admitted the truth of the matter to Nova instead of playing if off on her brother, and he should have gone directly to Wolf when she went missing. Nova shouldn't have run off in a snow storm, and she shouldn't have moved on as quickly as she did. Wolf shouldn't have made it a fight when Nova and Grey started dating, and he likely should have taken time to find out all of what happened. They all should have done better, but they didn't and now the whole tribe might pay for it. It was an ugly reality staring into Grey's bruised face. The problem was he didn't know how to fix it.

He had gotten on his horse that morning after saddling him and had left the Farm. He just needed a day to think everything through. There was always a way, and he needed to find one fast. He couldn't go to Wolf, that would be a dangerous move at the moment. They were both too mad at each other and the world for it to help at the moment. He could go to Nova, he wasn't ready. So that left him with just running the farm and pretending everything was fine. He wasn't sure that was a good option, but it seemed like the only way.

Time was passing slowly, but Grey had made it out into open country and it felt good not to be at home, even if it was just for a day. He hadn't really been paying attention to anything other than the sky and the sound of the river, when he came upon someone.

[Edit: wrong day]

Who: Windchaser and open
What: Trying to find the Twin Feathers
When: Thursday Evening
Where: Following the river
Rating: TBD

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Windchaser was following the river, following the river as Peri had suggested. The air was heavy and she could tell that dusk was near. Cabello plodded along, and she was convinced she was able to hear him grumbling under his breath. She valued the bond she had with this beautiful animal more than anything else she had in her life now. Not only was he with her constantly, he also tied her to another time and place, where things had been different.

 

Windchaser gazed out across the terrain. The light would be dropping away within the next hour or so and she’d still seen no one. She had no vast issue with sleeping outdoors. She did it often and had grown used to never sleeping all that deeply. Such was the lot of a drifter. Particularly a female one perceived to be travelling completely alone. However, Windchaser knew better. She trusted her horse as her early warning system, her protector, who she in turn protected.

 

“It shouldn’t be long now boy…Peri said that they would find us, so they will.” She spoke softly, knowing it was more to reassure herself than her mount, and she imagined that somehow the horse knew too. Cabello snorted, and Windchaser silently agreed. There was no one out here. No herbalist, no tribe, no anything. She’d have been better shrugging off Sundance as soon as she’d heard of a tribal feud. No sense in looking for trouble. Particularly as her reputation, which generally gave her some degree of safety and respect, had apparently not preceded her this far. She gave quiet thanks to the fact that at least the route they’d been given left them close to that most precious resource, water.

 

However, without her herbs she had nothing to trade other than her body and she would rather die than resort to that. Literally. So, she needed to keep going, to find the herbalist and offer them something worthwhile. They could have what they liked so long as they didn’t ask for her horse. If they were actually out here.

Who: Libby and Marmie
What: Just hanging out at the library and suffering from Wolf-related tension
When: Late afternoon?
Where: Sundance Library, Wolf Territory
Rating: G?
Status: Incomplete

Wolf. How dost thou irritate me? Let me count the ways...

Sitting in her cozy windowsill once more, Libby scribbled away in her journal. She had hoped to make some progress with Wolf at the Christmas party, but no dice. If anything, that seemed to complicate things. Apparently, he wanted to kiss her when they had gone searching for decorations, but for the past couple of months, he had been so distant. They had shared a few brief kisses, but their interactions remained, for the most part, strictly business. Which was fine; Libby did not want to hinder Wolf from his leadership roles, but it left are all confused about what they were. What was going on in that weird head of his. They had tried talking a few times about it, like at the Christmas party, but someone always interrupted, and they would get nowhere.

So here she was, hiding out in her library and journaling out her feelings in hopes of alleviating some of the craziness. She almost hoped that Wolf would come looking for her, but perhaps it was best if he didn't. She knew she would explode at him, but she wasn't sure if it would be a verbal attack, demanding that they figure what was going on between them, or if she would end up shoving him against one of these bookshelves and kissing him senseless. Yes, it was best that he was otherwise occupied. And better for her to just sit here until she got herself under control.

Men. Stupid, stupid men.

Who: OPEN to the TF's, man!
What New Year's fornication? Oh wait, wrong tribe .. Party!
When: New Year's Eve, starting around 9:45 PM?Where: Twin Feather's Place
Rating: PG-13!

Kestral looked around the room, glad to see that the decorations were all set up. They were using the same room that had been set up for Christmas. Most of the decorations, such as the papermache ball with glitter on it created by Marmie and the kids, were handmade from either scraps or traded supplies. It all looked better than she would have thought.

On the tables were their own food and of course apple cider. The closest thing they had to alcohol. At least that she knew of. That she wanted to know of. Kestral wasn't that big of a drinker and she didn't mind if the booze was in lacking. Not to mention she had made it strictly known that any form of alcohol would be saved until the little ones were all off to bed. Not that she had to. Twin Feathers weren't as idiotic or self-centered as say ... Mountain Lions.

Inspecting things one last time, even as the rest of the tribe members started trickling in, Kestral took it all with a small smile. She remembered New Years at her house. The ones spent together. She remembered when Hawk and herself had been finally been old enough to stay up late. Not that the two of them had never attempted to sneak downstairs even after being tucked in when they were younger. It'd always been Kestral who had jostled her half-asleep brother, wanting to know what all the hub-bub was all about. Hawk would always fall asleep before she did, drooling on her shoulder. Kestral, to her young irritation, would always nod off right before the showing of the ball drop. Waking up, safe and warm in her bed, rather than on the stairs or behind the couch.

What she wouldn't give to be tucked in one more time. A thought quickly pushed aside. She wasn't the person to dwell on the past. She missed her mom and dad, that was true, but they would have wanted her to have moved on and stay on. Not to mention she had a new family now that needed her ... as much as she needed them.

Might as well start to mingle.

Who: Hawk and [open!]
What: Twin Feathers Christmas Cookout
When: Afternoon
Where: Twin Feathers Pavilion
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol references
Status: Incomplete

Hawk had been rather psyched about the Christmas party. After much planning and running around, he had finally collected Nova's things from where she had been staying at the farm with the help of Libby and another tribe member. Her suitcase had been hidden in his closet, and he would present it to her later this evening once the activities had died down. It was a rather cheap present, but Hawk was awfully proud of himself, especially since he had managed to do it without Wolf knowing.

The week with Nova had been amazing in its own special way. As far as sleeping arrangements went, he had offered to give her the bed and he would sleep on his giant bean bag, but she would have none of it. It was entirely too cold to be sleeping a long, and besides, Hawk needed to be there to protect her from the spook-a-boos lurking under the bed. So she had been sleeping in his bed with him the entire time and not once had they done anything beyond cuddling. Though, there had been that one night when he just kind of kissed her good night on her cheek. It was not out of habit, just an impulse that he acted on without really thinking. What he thought as something simple turned into a big deal when she blushed so deeply at his action and tried to find excuses to get away. After reminding her about the cold weather, the scary monsters, and his general desire to not have to rescue her again, she calmed down.

To tell the truth, Hawk was beginning to lose his cool hold on things. Nova's situation resided outside his normal practice when it came to women. Usually, when they stayed the night in his bed, it really was not for the purpose of sleeping. But Nova had a certain innocence about her, and it made him feel just dirty thinking about forcing her to sleep with him. Which is why he was super excited about the Christmas party. Parties usually meant some form of alcohol, and hopefully Nova would consume some of this alcohol and loosen up, so it would only take a little persuasion. That and every one seemed more relaxed than they had been the last couple of days. Everyone was gathered together, laughing, having fun, and enjoying each other's company.

Most leaders would make some kind of speech, something about holiday cheer and keeping up the good work. But Hawk had never been the speech-making type, that and his stomach was rumbling, so he set out to grab food and something to drink. Crossing his arms over his chest, hugging his coat closer around him, he made his way around the pavilion, checking out the delicious home-grown, home-made food prepared.