Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.30 and rising, and the relative humidity is 76 percent. The dewpoint is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)

Big Red Barn

The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.

The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.

(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")

Contents:
Joey
Joshua

Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Joey nods her head. "Ok. Got it. Makes sense, just... making a word out of a growl doesn't. Not yet."

Joshua stands, soaking wet, at the door, nodding. "Well... they're growls we associate meaning with." He suddenly warps, shifting up then down to Hispo, the dire wolf shaking all the water off his his coat. For a moment, it's raining inside the barn too. He steps forward a bit, looking over to the cub. Do you understand him when he tries to communicate like this?

Joey raises her brows and widens her eyes. "You're looking at me, so I am thinking you are, uh trying to get something across. Right?"

The heavy barn door slides open, admitting a spear of light and the Glass Walker Elder. When the door closes again the extra light disappears, but Natalie doesn't.

Wolf-Heart wrinkles his nose, clearly not happy for a moment. He then rears back onto two legs again, shifting backwards to Glabro. The Near-Man lets the bones set back into place as he thins his lips. "Hmm. Not good." He grumbles. "Yes, shift up to Crinos... we are going to play a little game. All good things are taught through game, I think." He notices the Glass Walker Elder, but his Focus is on Joey for the moment.

Joey nods, "Alright, gimme a second on that, not so, smooth as you are Josh-rhya." She takes the time to take her coat off, and her socks and shoes, then lets out a big breath. After a moment or two of fussing about, she grows through the forms as she shifts into Crinos.

Natalie remains near the door, her arms folded over her chest, and watches the pair. If they haven't noticed her - or acknowledged her, same thing - she's not going to intrude. Yet.

Joshua nods approvingly at the shift, the Glabro crossing his arms. He does glance over to Natalie for a moment with a lifted brow, before he looks back to Joey. "We start simple. Simple words you will hear a lot... like Cub.... ~Cub.~" He waits a moment, before repeating. "Cub... ~Cub.~ Now you try ~Cub~."

Lost-Cub:

A monstrously huge mix of woman and wolf stands over nine feet tall on her hind legs. Brown fur covers the form in it's entirety, and a tail hangs behind her as she moves. Claw-equipped hands hang at her sides, huge and supported by arms built with firm muscle.

Her head, complete with elongated muzzle and wolven ears, is large just like the rest of her. Intelligent eyes sit nestled in the crest of her head and her fangs are long and deadly serious.

Lost-Cub gives a glance to the door, brown fur settling over her features as she moves to steady herself. A few growlish grunts come out, before a very grumpy ~Cub~ comes out.

Natalie ambles around an arc that eventually brings her within about ten feet of the pair. Still silent, still with her arms folded. There she waits, considering the pair - disgraced Walker and unknown cub.

Joshua nods, half distracted by Natalies approach. "Good. Ragabash. ~Ragabash.~ Ragabash. ~Ragabash.~"

Lost-Cub can do a fair job of imitating the sounds, but it will be memorization that gets her to know what means what. ~Ragabash~ She licks her muzzle, a sign of concentration with her and then gives a goofy lupine grin, grunting and grumbling something unintelligible out.

"I don't know if he's told you," Natalie interrupts, her tone by-the-by, "But the Garou tongue plays ruddy hell on human vocal cords. Hard to do in lupus, too. It's easiest in Crinos."

Joshua nods, not looking over to Natalie. "That's the first thing I told her. Murder on voice in Homid, near impossible. Lupus hard. Crinos is usually the easiest... that is the form you are in. I find Hispo easiest for me, since that is what I was taught to speak it in." Josh agrees, taking a step forward. "So, you are to introduce yourself... Name, Auspice, and your rank and tribal affiliation. Since you don't have a tribe, Just Name, Auspice and the fact that you are a cub. Do you remember how I pronounced your name?"

Lost-Cub licks her muzzle again, turning to face the newly arrived person. Legs move slow and not yet with certainity, but at least she is not falling over now. ~W-wanders... west?~ she gives a try. Then, ~Cub, Ragabash~ comes out a little easier.

"Natalie Baker," Nat answers easily. "Glass Walker elder, Galliard, and cliath. Also Homid born, as I'm guessing you are. You're Wanders-West? Is that what you were trying to say?"

Joshua swallows, crossing his arms. ~Wanders to the West, Ragabash Cub.~ He repeats clearly and loudly, neither just for Natalie's sake nor Joey's. It is almost funny to see him standing there, making barking and growling noises.

Lost-Cub is just growing too frustrated trying to talk like this, so her form gives way back down to homid. Her hands muss over her hair and brush it off her face, before offering a smile to the woman. "Yes, Natalie-rhya. 'least that is what Josh-rhya decided to call me last night. Or it was longer... maybe? And yeah, new cub, no tribe so far, and ragabash." Cheerful little sort.

Natalie eyes the Ahroun coolly, but her voice remains pleasant. "Thank you, Joshua. No tribe, hey? How long have you been one of the family?" She doesn't precisely exclude Josh, but her body language suggests that he's persona non grata.

Lost-Cub grins, "Almost a week now, and Olga's the one that found me. Or well, we found eachother before I went all goofy. Anyway, Megan-rhya says since I am lost, that Olga's gotta let all the other tribes give me a look over and make a sales-pitch to me. Then I get to pick. Got a bunch to run in'ta yet."

Joshua clears his throat. "Joey, I want you to use Mothers Tongue as much as you can. When ever you have an excuse to, use it. And ask Fat-Ripper-Yuf if you can't find anyone to teach you new words." He casually nudges Natalie out of his lesson, nodding. "If you need it, I'm out on the Bawn, and you can practice with me." Yes, you two can visit the big scary Ahroun.

Natalie continues just as if Josh hadn't spoken. "Well, you're welcome to talk to me at any time. I don't often spend time out here, but I make an appearance every so often. I'd also suggest talking to Tony, Cat, or, hm, Quentin for their ideas of what a Glass Walker should be." She inclines her head to the girl, then turns to Joshua, dismissing her. "We need to talk."

Lost-Cub pages to the room: Grumblypeg. Work is over, I gotta run! :) Thanks for RP. Joey would be uh, very nice respectful, nod and then scoot out when it looks as if those two need to talk. Thanks!

Joshua waits until Joey is out of the Barn, the Glabro, turning to face Natalie. "Is it safe to assume that Rhya received my email, then?" He asks politely... must be the tiny moon?

"I heard from Megan," Nat replies, as tense as if the moon were larger. "I wanted to find out how you felt about her..." She chews on a lower lip. "Meddling."

"You would like to know... how I feel about spending perhaps three months living a life style I've stated I don't enjoy or agree with on a philosophical point of view under punishment of Rite of Lone Wolf... a punishment reserved for Charachers and Litany breakers?" His tone is light enough, really. Joshua wrinkles his nose, sighing. "I resent it. But Megan-Rhya is Sept Alpha. I am not in a position to challenge her over this."

Natalie keeps her gaze level. "Perhaps not. But the Walkers are not pleased by her meddling either. We," not 'I', "resent her dictation of Tribal matters. Especially as her decision plays havoc with Leala's Challenge. So. Leala and I are going to talk to her on Monday. Whatever else I think of you, Joshua, I don't think - and never have - you should be made Ronin. I think you're... hmn, a poor Glass Walker, but that's not a criminal offense."

Joshua's brow rises slightly, not meeting the Elder's gaze as he tilts his head to the side slightly as his throat is bared slightly. "Well... thank you Rhya." He states earnestly. "That is good to hear, that. I agree... she is Fianna, not Glass Walker. No matter how well she claims to know, she does not, as she claim, know the tribe better than those actually in it."

If Nat were in a more lupine form she might go so far as to wag her tail. As she isn't, Josh will have to content himself with seeing a feral, teeth-baring smile. "No. So. Had you heard of Leala's Challenge?"

Joshua nods a little, licking the edge of the canine teeth. "That I did, Rhya." He looks thoughtful, wrinkling his nose. "Not how I would have met the challenge... but I suppose that is your ways, and you know best on that."

Natalie's eyebrows draw down. "How you would have met the Challenge?"

"I think we both agree I think differently than you all..." The glabro drawls out, thinning his lips. "I believe only the smartest and strongest is fit to lead. But... how you determine if Light-Painter's methods are sound? A board of Elders? They are not of your tribe. They are not fit to decide if she is proper material for the Glass Walker. Only those in a tribe should be able to decide tribal matters, I am thinking."

Natalie tenses subtly, her eyes narrowing. "Then it is good you do not lead. That sort of thinking isn't even valid for the Get. However: this is not your Challenge to meet. It is Leala's." 'You don't have squat-all to say about it' remains unspoken, hanging in the air.

Joshua tilts his head back and to the side again, throat exposed again. "You asked. I told." He answers simply, shoulders setting.

Natalie bares teeth again, but doesn't press the matter. Damn litany. After a heartbeat she turns away, stalking off toward the punching bag. Halfway there and she turns, safely far from the Ahroun. "I'll talk to Leala, see if she wants you there when we talk to Megan. Let me emphasise: I will talk to Leala. It is our decision: hers as Challenger, mine as Elder. I don't want you talking to her about it until after I have. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly, Rhya." Josh answers, head straitening out a she backs away. "I wouldn't try to go over your head even if you didn't tell me not to..." His hands wander in behind him, clasping his fist in behind his back. "Anything else you wished to talk to me about, Rhya?"

Natalie lets out a sardonic, "Hah," at that, but as she doesn't elaborate Josh is free to interpret it however he wants. "No, that was it. I wanted to know what you thought about Megan's decision."

Joshua nods slowly, boot grinding against the dirt floor for a moment. "Have you given any further thought to my offer? With regards to the situation at the Roach-House."

"At the Dominion?" Nat stresses the alternative title. "No, not really. We haven't had any, hmn, visitations. And frankly, I've been occupied with other, more pressing matters. If and when I have time, then yes, I'll think about it in more detail. Right now it's a lower priority than everything else on my plate."

"Understandable." Josh doesn't press the Elder any further, boot drawing against the dirt floor again as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other.

Natalie watches the foot-scuffing, her arms folded once more. "...Tell me about the cub."

"Joey Copland. Ragabash, Lost Cub, Entrusted to Olga. Named Wanders West for being so damn loud as she stumbles around... from west comes storms and loud cubs." Josh is terribly matter-of-fact business like, almost as much as he was when he was giving the lessons. "She was given the chance, oddly enough, by Megan-Rhya to choose what tribe she goes into. No tribe can claim her. This is odd to me... I was taught that Lost Cubs where claimed by those who got to them first. But regardless, former... Mime, I think you call them. From foster care system at one point in time, from what I gather, and can't be tied down for more than a few hours. Moves almost as much as a damn Silent Strider. I am thinking... she is a little weak in the wolf, but that is not something I think you would be concerned about, no?" He tilts his head to the side, inviting the Glass Walker to make any questions...

Nat says, "Megan obviously has her own way of doing things." "--A loud mime. Hmh."

Joshua smirks a little at the last, almost grinning. "The Irony is not lost most people, yes."

Natalie's eyes drift toward the catwalk. "It's... traditional for a lost cub to be trained - claimed - by the ones who find it, yes, but it's not set in stone. In the end, Tribe is more, hmn, who you are than something imposed from outside." She looks levelly at the Ahroun. "As Salem would tell you. As would Cat." She doesn't say one word about Joshua himself. Tact, perhaps?

Joshua swallows, wrinkling his nose. Apparently the allusion isn't lost on him. "Indeed." He blandly agrees.

Natalie drops him a nod - good - then turns and continues her interrupted travel to the bag. There she skins off her vest and begins a workout, dropping Joshua from her radar.

Joshua turns, heading for the Barn doors. "Good night, Rhya. I have to go work now. Guardian duty." He calls back, opening and closing the sliding door to mark his passage.

[End of log]