Walks All Paths: 2/2/97 (11/4-6/96)
On a Day's Events
Great Owl, I hunt. I hunt for anyone. Restless I am, so home I left, to search the shadow for others. It goes poorly. The storm has changed everything. The land and places are different, but the same. The Wyld has left its mark. Still I hunt, for I am not concerned. The way will be found, eventually.
Hours have I searched, and only spirits do I see. I must learn to speak as they do. Perhaps Reuben's familiar, dog, might help? No Garou, or other such, traffic the Umbra now. The day draws late. Soon I will return. But discouraged I am not. The way will be found, eventually.
My mind wanders. Back to other thoughts. The Bastards; Revenge; Owl's Sight; My honor. What then, of my ward. This is all because I helped her. No, change that I would not. Gaia does not forgive those who abandon the young. Now, we wait. For the end of the storm waters. For the next assault - it must be coming. For the next surprise. We have started to prepare. Hopefully, it is enough.
Renee wishes to contact the other Verbena. I hope that is wise. No matter though, they are sisters, and that is enough.
And of sisters, what of the furies? I must look for them. They could be nearby. I must find a shelter. A women's shelter. They would be found there. They should listen. I hope they would listen. Our tribes are close, and the Get they despise. Perhaps Renee can help me. The Furies respect women first, and strong women most. She is both. They might like her. An ally of my ally is not my enemy, usually.
The dusk draws close. No others have I found. It will be good to see Raoul when he returns. Until then, I will search as I may. I am not concerned. The way will be found, eventually.
Tom Brady <tabrady@mindspring.com>
Last modified: Fri March 7 15:20:00 1997 by tabrady