Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((hello?*L*))

Ita McNairee: (*squeaks*)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((oops- sorry!))

Ita McNairee: ((watch whatcher doin oaf! *grins*))

Bliss: (I'm...as here as I'm getting for a bit. But mostly here. Responses may be slow for a bit here.)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((No no that's fine! I wasn't being impatient- I just thought I wasnt seeing the right screen or something.))

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry, got suddenly bombarded))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin drives up toward the Sept of Gaia's Hand, with his odd group of carmates. Imagining the group, and the fact that there's infants in the car, he can't smoke, anticipation...yeah. The Gaian is a ball of nervous anticipation, though he hides it well as he heads up.

Ita McNairee: *ita's in the backseat, for the simple reason that the babies have to be.. and aerin is driving.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *For Ingvar's part, he seems quite interested in the children- watching as they form bubbles on their lips. Or stare back at him... he imagines, equally put off by his faintly taiga scented cologne as it is at.... what... do they ~feed~ them?*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He looks from Tori to Archie.. then at Ita.. back to Aerin.. finally back at the children again before he turns around, adjusts his sunglasses, and smoothes an eyebrow.*

Ita McNairee: *the little pikey's lost some weight... and now that she's no longer pregnant its easy to see she could gain some more back and and maybe should, not quite as voluptous as she was when she was making a living off of being so, though she is straining at her shirt, breasts heavy with milk for the cranky little blackhaired boy she's currently shushing melodically, she cocks her head at ingvar for what is likely the 9th time today*

Bliss: He lets Ita and Ingvar have the babies, and slides into wherever is as close to Aerin as he's getting. He won't fight with Ingvar over the front seat however.

Aerin Thomas: "So." He has to say something to break the oppresive silence that's filled the car. He left his CD's in the house. Unfortunately, that's all that comes to his mind to say. Hope he's more eloquent when they reach the Sept.

Bliss: (And, no more 15 month old who wants only to play with her new aunt. *chuckle* So you get more attention and I get less delighted screaming to peirce my eardrums.)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Oh he certainly doesn't ~want~ one.. that much is clear- Bliss can sit in the middle, the front.. wherever it will not block his view. Perhaps introspective.. where his own fingers of such a size once?*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: He looks... *he cocks his head slightly.* Italian?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale green eyes shift slowly to Aerin as he speaks.* Yes... so. Who are we meeting... exactly?

Aerin Thomas: "The Guardians first, I'd imagine...then the Elders, hopefully."

Bliss: He settles into the front, watching Aerin more than the babies. Of course, babies are near Ita, and Ita is sort of like a wrathful mother bear....

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His eyes pass back to Aerin... he sighs, looking out the window. Yes... thank you, captain obvious..*

Bliss: "Have you by any chance...contacted them to warn them about what you're doing?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *One stark eyebrow crawls up his forehead as severe features slowly turn to regard Aerin*

Ita McNairee: och aye.. *she chuckles down at archie,, who is sorta just figuring out that maybe his arms are.. you know. part of HIM. the pikey looks up and gives ingvar a grin* aye.. reckon ee's a wee goodfelly. *she searches her mind for who he might be, as though its not of importance. an impressive shrug*...reckon ah can guess oo put hem en me... *she shuts up as the talk seems to turn to more important things, nibbling a lip*

Aerin Thomas: Hey, he never said he did the whole 'plan' thing. They never worked out right, anyway. He continues on, paying attention to the road.

Ita McNairee: they dinnae kain we're coomen?

Ita McNairee: *her mouth forms a little O. at the baby. and she mouths "uh oh!" to him, chocolate brown eyes twinkling as she smiles*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ....Aerin... *the rumble unfolds and withdraws.. the pleasant slip of a wave across the beach.. nevermind that it threatens rain.*

Aerin Thomas: "They know. Jaikula spread the word." Whoops, they forgot someone. Ah, well.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Attractive lips purse in mild consternation. Ingvar considers going over the mechanics of association in his head.. the likelyhood that a cliath's mouth could be so big, so quickly. Nevermind. He smoothes a lapel, folds his hands in his lap, and hopes in style.. turning slightly again to watch the babies.*

Bliss: Bliss takes a deep breath in, holds it, and then breathes out slowly. "Aerin," he says after that in a very tense voice, "When this is over, I am teaching you about the finer points of diplomacy."

Aerin Thomas: "I know, Bliss. And here, diplomacy is usually my strong suit." He sighs and shrugs. "Or it used to be. Way back when...between this and Gavin, I think I might be losing my touch."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *grunted agreement to Bliss as the stylish young murderer continues to watch the babies.. cocks his head again.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((mod that to "grunted agreement"))

Ita McNairee: oo's gavin dove? *its asked absently.. tori's sleep is broken by archibalds squirming, and ita smoothes the little girls tiny toque..hummming low. the baby quiets and Ita smiles. a blink as Ingvar's still watching the babies. she gets a puzzled expression*.. er.. ingvar loves?

Bliss: He clears his throat. "Well while in this case I moight not have been idea might I suggest I handle our travel plans from now on? Because being eaten should not be involved in our list of things to do...." He doesn't actually sound concerned, more just less present than usual.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ...an excellent idea. *At first he doesn't grasp that Ita is talking to him, then.* yes? *a glance, then watching plump flesh again. Rumors that they taste of chicken must be dreadfully false. Perhaps veal.. something like that.*

Aerin Thomas: "Gavin is..." He sighs. "I'll tell you later, love." A glance to Bliss, and he grins slightly.

Ita McNairee: och.. nae wan's gintae et oos... *she chides, you'd thinkshe'd be more nervous.. but she's unpregnant and out of the house. she's happy* aulrecht darlin.. *she looks back to ingvar cocking her head sideways* ye wannen tae hold wan? *yes. she trusts the shadowlord that slit her throat more than bliss. how flattering*

Bliss: Bliss chuckles and smiles back. "You'll be the death of me, one way or another, you know that?" But he sounds almost pleased by the idea.

Aerin Thomas: "Baah. Plans are for the intelligent." He smirks and heads on, looking for the right turnoff. They should almost be to where they have to stop driving.

Ita McNairee: naaaae. nae wans gintae put ye en there belly.. nae. .. jes came frem there.. *she grins dotingly to the little boy, letting her long brown hair dangle slightly in his face a moment before he gets annoyed*

Bliss: "Ah...an excellent philosophy...for the suicidal." He swipes playfully at the air two inches from the side of Aerin's face. Would be closer...but hey, Aerin is driving.

Road Trip: ((what time of day/night is this?))

Ita McNairee: och.. dinnae talk like tha.. ye'll jinx et ye well..

Ingvar Urgahaldt: He looks up at Ita again- perhaps the creature does not understand. He plucks the suit jacket with two powerful fingers.* No. This suit is Friedrich Pierce. *That seems all the explanation he was intending to give before he resumes watching them.*

Aerin Thomas: ((I figure they'd have left in the mid-morning, it's a 4 hour and 40 minute drive from Luddington to Finger Lakes per my MS Streets & Maps (yes, I'm an anal one, I check that stuff)...so mid-afternoon?))

Ita McNairee: och.. they willnae mind loves.. *she gives a crooked grin. maybe she doesn't understand. but the gypsy woman has a laughing glint to her eye that makes one wonder*

Bliss: Bliss laughs and shakes his head at Ita's assurance. He might not be up to mocking anyone yet today, but it's just fun to hear someone else doing it.

Road Trip: The road comes to a small area that is obviously ment for parking by those that intent to enter the Sept, just off in the distance a clear path is visible. Of course having known where to go they obviously knew where to park their car. The leaves were well into Fall and actually looked rather beautiful really. There were still a few minute walk at least to the edge of the Bawn for the Sept of Gaia's Hand.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He looks up at the woman again.. then back to the babies.. perhaps they made her that way..*

Aerin Thomas: He pulls off, into the parking area, and kills the engine. A deep breath, before he looks to the rest. His levity's gone momentarily, he's just nervous for that one instant, until he smiles to Ita, then Bliss, finally even Ingvar. He knows, KNOWS that it'll happen...it's the way the Goddess intended. He nods a bit and steps out of the car, shutting the door.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Once Aerin is parked, he looks from the trees to his shoes.. stepping out of the car he buttons his coat with swift, graceful fingers, murmuring in magyarol.*

Bliss: He stops being playful as they park, and looks right at Aerin, waiting until Aerin is looking back to ask, "should I submit to you?" Everything about him, down to the tilt of his head is as proud as he ever gets, shoulders gone stiff. "Because as you have pointed out...I'm not so much what these people might be hoping for."

Bliss: For just a second, as Ingvar breaks into Magyarol he gets a curious look from Bliss. Just for a second, before his eyes flick back to Aerin.

Ita McNairee: *the babies, oddly enough. look like they could very well be related. Tori looking out at the world with small brown eyes, skin pale and slightly freckled, that classic black hair coming from lex's shadowlord influence, a narrow little nose and thin lips puckering as she sleeps.She's almost as small as Archie. The little mortal lad sharing the black hair, eyes bright blue ... skin tone olive and slightly duskier then his moms, he has however been granted her nose, just the slightest bit hawked. poor boy. Ita grins to ingvar and gives a cocky wink, before doting on the babies, getting them into slings for the trip, arranging clothing.. jingling away*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The young Judge quiets as Bliss asks. Seeing little reason to ask for himself.. perhaps he had made up his mind beforehand.*

Aerin Thomas: "Well, considering we're probably going to want to talk about our joining here, and the dynamic we agreed on...might be a good idea," he says with a nod. He goes to the trunk and opens it up, reaching inside for his staff.

Aerin Thomas: His long-time walking companion retrieved, he shuts the trunk and moves beside Ita. "You want me to take one of them, love?" He smiles and reaches down to brush first Acher, then Tori's cheek with the back of a finger.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar turns away from the treeline, watching Ita get slung and shackled and the rest, before he looks to Aerin. He was, and knows it, along for the ride.* A place of the Children.. I am content with submitting. I think you would know to do the same.

Bliss: He watches Aerin move and sighs softly, shaking his head. But after a moment he lets himself relax, eyes closing.

Ita McNairee: *she gives a nod* aye darlin..effen ye could take yer lass.. *arch is cupped close to her bosom as she jingles out into the grass*.. wha am ah tae dae darlin?

Aerin Thomas: He takes Tori with a nod. "When we get in there, we'll speak to the Elders...who I wish I had more intelligence on, but ah, well. They'll be asking all sorts of questions about why they should perform the rite, as they don't do it for just anyone. They'll ask me some, and you, maybe Ingvar and Bliss, too. From there, we'll see."

Ita McNairee: ets nae mums tha word aboot tha vampire bet es et? *she frowns, looking to Aerin. he'd gotten.. weird.. about the vampire thing lately, she straightens the little plaid toque she has archibald in*

Bliss: Do not choke when Aerin reveals the extent of his plan. Do not choke. Breathe instead. Evision strangling him until he realises quite why he needs to be; and then, lesson learned, continue on with a life that involves more planning. A peaceful life. With less choking. "Aerin...did you recieve any response from them after you sent your messenger?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *At Ita's question, pale eyes skate to Aerin. Other than this, he merely remains where he is, quiet.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His gaze then flicks to Bliss... you know.. he'd really thought there were rather more to this... to begin with...*

Aerin Thomas: "The word back was sent THROUGH said messenger, Bliss, yes." He looks at Ita. "I was actually intending on bringing it up. On one hand, yes, Wyrmspawn, all that. On the other...the fact that you were performing service to the Goddess while that, and the fact that you found your redemption from Her speaks highly to your willingness to serve and protect Her. I think it's a definite argument in your favor, especially since you didn't choose to become one, it was forced on you."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He checks his watch... ah... splendid... pale eyes slip through the sky as evening gathers on the fringes of the world.. nearly a full moon.*

Ita McNairee: *ita just laughs, a merry tinkling sound as she takes off a moccassin and takes a pebble out of it before putting her soft footwear back on* och.. they're family loves.. they ought nae tae fret o'er ye folk stoppen en..*she looks up at aerin and straightens, lips quirking a little to the side. * aulrecht.

Bliss: "Well, that he wasn't promptly eaten could be taken as a good sign, I suppose."

Aerin Thomas: "A very good sign. Though with Jaikula...may have been good if they had." He moves to head to the path inward to the Bawn.

Aerin Thomas: "Y'know, AFTER the message was sent back." He's joking, mostly.

Bliss: "You sen...no, no...we will have a very long discussion later about the depths of your insanity. Right now, I'm going to pray. Do you hear me? Pray. Because I can think of nothing else to do." He follows Aerin along easily enough, despite his only half-joking rant.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Keeping his own councel, the Lord moves just behind Aerin, well to one side, hoping the gypsy gets behind the man.*

Ita McNairee: tha felly's a can o pess? och well than, ah hope ee falls entae a bag o knives. *she sings merrily, falling into step in the middle of the menfolk.. fussing over the baby*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: (('The other Lord.' Quick.. before I become slapped up.))

Road Trip: Near the Bawn of the Sept, a pair of Guardians meets up with the party. The two of them are not trying to hide or anything, and infact make it obvious they are waiting there for them as they come around a bend in the trail. They are both young, but strong looking. Two of many it would seem that make up the Septs Defenders. One, a young teen girl of maybe sixteen or seventeen at the latest. There is a certain haunted look to her eyes and she avoids looking at any of the men overly much. The other, is a boy of the same age and seems to take the lead of the pair.

The boy steps forward to speak to them, giving Aerin a bit of a smile. "Welcome, we've been expecting you." he says to the gathering. "I'll lead you through to where you can speak with the Pearl~of~the~River who will be listening to your request and acting as Ritemistress." He then turns to lead them through a path, that will take them away from the main Sept but still within the Bawn. The boy just walks on unless the any of the group actually ask any direct questions. As they walk, there is probably a pretty obvious... 'I'm being watched' vibe going on.

Ita McNairee: och..allo darlin *she gives the girl a smile, cocking her head as they walk past, she looks around, rolling her shoulders. it used to get like this about 20 minutes after Ezra'd dissappear.. *

Aerin Thomas: He nods his head to the boy, smiling to him. "Thank you." And he follows along. So far, so good. Every little step a success.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The Judge's posture is straight, and correct- not challenging in the least. The shoes though.. the shoes are done for.*

Bliss: Bliss nods to them, and then follows, more and more tense as they progress.

Ita McNairee: *the former wyrmspawn gives a little yawn to calm her nerves, jingling along. her hands clench and unclench at her sides, before she puts them to work fussing with Bliss's shirt. must. fix.. something. *

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He takes a step away from Ita as she fusses over Bliss.. concentration is required.. wolves of any stripe are still wolves.. right? Thus he focuses on retaining his demeanor.*

Ita McNairee: *fuss fuss fuss.. fuss fuss smooth smooth fuss..hum hum hum... she's humming softly to herself as she arranges him, tinkling*

Bliss: He seems just a little taken aback by Ita fussing over him, but manages not to jump away from her, just moves along, lips twitching a little, and guides her along rather tolerantly. And remarkably enough, without a word.

Aerin Thomas: He cradles Tori to his chest as he moves along, eyes taking in the vicinity. A little on edge, as always when entering a new Sept...but more then anything else, conviction and optimism. There is no failure coming in his mind. Not in this.

Ita McNairee: och..there ye are.. *fuss fuss smooth.. huff. she seems satisfied, moving away from him*

Road Trip: On foot, it takes them probably twenty minutes to get to a small clearing in the woods that a large clearing that gives plenty of room to move around. All around them are the sounds of nature thriving and a certain sense of peace. There is a obvious spot where a bonefire would be roaring at night but for now there is none, just a bit of ash on the ground. Laying on the ground are two wolves, happily laying there and enjoying a bit of sun. Two wooden benches made from split logs with an experts craftsman care. The benches though are obviously able to be removed and taken elsewhere should there be a need.

On one of the benches sits a middle aged woman of mixed heritage, she is pretty and innocent looking in appearance. She's dressed in a simple brown dressed with a shawl around her shoulders. The other bench lays a few feet away and is facing the bench the woman sits on. Behind the Bench is a regaly handsome man in his mid fourties, for now just watching and observing protectively what happens.

Bliss: "Right. Thanks." He doesn't sound sarcastic, just concerned really. He watches her though, more now that she's farther away again. Guarding her is easier when she's close by.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick across them both, discreetly.. trying to judge station through posture, age.. anything easily spotted.. otherwise silent as Aerin leads the strange group.*

Bliss: And, upon hitting the clearing, he lets a little more of his usual upright posture go, trying to let go of years of not being called to heel by strangers. The result is a rather uneasy submission, but submission all the same.

Ita McNairee: nae prollem doves. *she cocks her head seeing the two wolves, a nervouse sort of grin as she scratches her hawked nose. and yips quietly* ~ws~ hello loves. *then a smile to the two humans by the bench.. archie never the less.. pulled closer*

Aerin Thomas: He stops a respectful distance away and lowers his head at to the woman and the man, with reverence, respect, and submission. It's much more genuine then the lip service respect shown Gavin. "Good afternoon, Rhyas. I'm Aerin Dream Thomas, Fostern Philodox of the Children of Gaia. Thank you for meeting with us."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His head dips at the same time.. in stages.. almost as though remembering a scene from a movie.*

Ita McNairee: *Ita's got her hands out in front of her, casual, but her palms are up. wolves can be.. testy*

Road Trip: The two wolves each pop a head as they look towards Ita, and then towards each other and then back to her.

The woman though does stand as they enter, head held high and gives them all a warm smile of greeting. "I am Pear~of~the~River, Elder Theurge of the Child of Gaia." she says softly. "But you may all call me Pearl."

The man though just nods to them without speaking at all as he watches them, remaing a quiet observer like he is her protecter or mate perhaps.

Ita McNairee: *Ita smiles to the woman, hand now curling round her precious cargo, a little grin at the wolves as she shakes her head, then looks back to pearl, singsonging in that lovely voice* Allo Pearl. nice tae meet ye.

Bliss: "Shadow's Blissful Silence, Fostern Shadow Lord Ragabash." He doesn't nod to Pearl this time, but tilts his head just slightly, exposing his throat to her. "It is my pleasure to meet you." And he waits, head still tilted back and to one side, for her to accept his submission.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you, Pearl." He nods, smiling back to her. "May I introduce Ita McNairee."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((comp again. sorry.)) *A moment after Bliss- the forms of such things too far from him lately.. certainly not how one performs before the Children.. Ingvar's rumbling voice unfolds across the clearing.* Eye-of-the-Storm, Fostern Shadow Lord Philidox. My thanks for your audience... *it doesn't come very easily.. a portion of her Deed name, rather than the full thing.* ..Pearl. *Clean shaven, and part of that neck remains exposed with a slight tilt of the head.*

Ita McNairee: *she steps to the side, giving a jingling wave* Aye. Allo loves. *a grin to the man behind him* an ye tae lovlies. nice tae meet ye.

Ita McNairee: (behind HER.. behind HEr *laughs*)

Aerin Thomas: Something about Ita's casual, informal cheeriness makes his smile a little warmer, brighter. He heasn't seen her this optimistic and cheery in a long, long while. It's definitely uplifting to the Philodox.

Road Trip: Pearl all the while is watching them and studing them with that same soft smile on her lips. She does nod to each in turn and then once they have all introduced themselves, takes her seat once more and motions for the others to make themsleves comfortable.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick aside to Bliss... she is not.. slowly, he straightens.. only happenstance that one eye sweeps the path behind them.*

Ita McNairee: *ita trundles over to Aerin to solicite tori from him* och.. ah'll take wee tori darlin.. a'm gintae 'ave a set. reckon ah'm knackered.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you." He nods and moves to the open bench, guiding Ita along with him, and takes a seat. His staff is set down on the ground in front of him, and the hand, now free, moves to help the other hand hold his daughter.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar moves to the bench.. an eye to each elder, a killing offense to his people.. turning your back on one or the other. He positions himself just so, sinking to the bench, after ensuring Bliss has room on the other side with a sideways glance.*

Aerin Thomas: When Ita asks, he nods a little bit and gives Tori over to her without hesitation. "Thank you, love."

Bliss: He sits at Aerin's feet, on the side without Ita. Having not had anyone bite him or touch him during a very formal greeting, he's unsettled enough to act more submissive. The look he gives Pearl is a mix of confusion, respect, and a hint of fear. Something is very wrong, and he's not sure what it is.

Ita McNairee: *she gives a smile to the wolves, plunking down beside them with a little clatter, and sshhhing archie.. who seems to instinctively taking issue with all the rage surrounding him* shh h shh darlin.. et'll be aulrecht.. there's nae harm.. *her hand pats Aerins arm gently, she hums in her throat to sooth the baby, and looks at everyone pleasantly*

Ita McNairee: *tori on the other hand, seems to be out like a damn light. no rage worrying her. the pikey bounces archie quietly, humming to sooth*

Road Trip: The path certainly looks clear behind them, but of course in the wilderness full of life... that could be certainly misleading. The two wolves continue to watch Ita almost exclusively since she had spoken to them and have not answered or responded in anyway.

The man behind Pearl has his head high and strong breeding for sure, but he seems content to just watch and listen. Most of his attention seem to float back and forth between Ita and Aerin.

Pearl though has been watching them all, with utmost serenity on her features. Perhaps too calm, and too pleased about something as she observes the gathered party. "Well now, where to begin? I shall start then with what is known to us. Ita McNairee is your Mate, and while she was once a vampire she has been return to her mortal exsistance and now further seeks to become one with the Gaian's. A Kinfolk to the Tribe." she states all mater of factly, looking between Aerin and Ita with a hint of sadness upon her gaze.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *As the woman speaks, Ingvar stills. No preening, no grooming himself.. watching, and motionless.*

Aerin Thomas: "That's correct, Pearl." He nods a little bit. "The Goddess, by Her grace, granted Ita her redemption from vampiracy, and I personally hold the belief that, as she serves the Goddess, it is only natural that she continue the progression to Kin."

Ita McNairee: *sadness, that was never good. she cocks her head sideways, rather like a collie trying to figure out a math problem, watching Pearl with chocolate brown eyes* reckon tha's recht darlin. *she nods, looking down as archie flails un-co-ordinatedly*

Road Trip: At Aerin's assumption about the Goddess'es motives, Pearl turns her questioning gaze on him. "So it is your feeling that the Goddess has made a mistake?" she asks to Aerin.

The man behind her doesn't seem to react, but as Pearl begins the process he starts to watch Bliss and Ingvar more. Head tilting one way and then the other as he folds his arms over his chest. Looking very much the warrior in both posture and contenance.

Bliss: Bliss stays very, very still, only his eyes moving warily between the people in the clearing.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Subconsciously, the Judge's head continues to tilt, his form to shift slightly.. moving into an oddly familiar posture. Submission written across him by circumstance, the grim warrior above them, more easily than he could through conscious choice. Instinct giving them their due better than decision.*

Ita McNairee: *she tilts her head back the other way, fingers feathering over the baby's litle arm*

Aerin Thomas: That...seems to confuse him. "Not at all. Again, I personally hold the belief that this was all intended. There was no mistake made that I can see. Ita strove toward a return to life without the Wyrm hanging over her, and was granted that, and I believe, or rather, would like to believe, that it was so she could eventually find her way here, at the place we are now. So that she may have the chance to become Kinfolk."

Road Trip: "Very well, but here is something for you to consider and as a Theurge... I assure you the will of the Goddess can be difficult to understand. In the case of Ita here, would it not have been in the Goddesses power to grant her a part of herself and take her into her bossom then? Making her Kin of her own hand instead of it falling to us." and she lets out a soft sigh and shrugs her shoulders. "But we all see the Goddess differently it seems. And what of her past affiliation with the vampires? It is my understanding that they are hunting for her?"

Bliss: He looks up at Pearl in a manner that indicates he has something to say about that, but is waiting for her permission.

Road Trip: The look from Bliss gets her attention and she nods to him with a bit of a smile. "Yes?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The Lord shifts uncomfortably.. pale eyes flicking to Aerin.. then to Pearl.*

Ita McNairee: och aye.. fookers. nae aul o em.. jes tha bastards are looken *she frowns severely* ets aulrecht. et'll gie sorted

Bliss: "The exact circumstances of her transformation are unknown to me, beyond miraculous, I was not there. I came to New York at the request of-" He almost goes into far more detail than he really should, and he sighs. "At the request of the Grand Elder of my sept to see just how much of the rumors about the city were true. Despite the inital amount of reservation, I am convinced that there is more potential in the city than I expected possible. Ita's transformation was shocking enough. Should Gaia not have chosen that moment to continue it further, might we not suppose that the transformation through her children's hands would teach us that compassion and some measure of mercy might be more appropriate at times than the outright brutality to which many of us are more accustomed?"

Aerin Thomas: He chooses to adress the first part...well, first. "Of course. But to become human from a vampire is a thing almost unheard of...and while I do not intend to say I know the Goddess's will in any of this, I like all of us naturally attempt to interpret as best I can. And as rare as a vampire becoming human is, a vampire becoming human and then Kinfolk is, I acknowledge, even more unheard of. Perhaps the Goddess would wish to see her handle humanity a while before taking the step to kin?" No supposition in his mind...he's merely trying to explain what he sees. "As for the vampires...yes. As I stated, it is obviously almost unheard of for a vampire to become human. For a creature to have left the Wyrm...I don't believe they are fond of such a notion."

Ita McNairee: *she frowns slightly, shushing the baby*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The young magyar clears his throat, and looks to Pearl for permission as well.*

Aerin Thomas: Ingvar's request to speak draws some interest from him. He looks over at him, honestly curious to see what the man has to say.

Road Trip: Pearl listens, and then nods to Ingvar for persmission to speak.

Ita McNairee: *she jiggles the babies, a slight frown on her face before she looks to ingvar*

Aerin Thomas: A hand comes to rest on the small of Ita's back, gently rubbing there, as he listens.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Madam... *He meets her eyes only for a moment.* Pearl. I have little to offer when it comes to consideration of the C- *pauses, then continues* The Mother's motivations... however, Perhaps I can offer a view of us that we can all see.. that you, obviously, are far more aquainted with than the presumption of those lower in station. There are gates to Garou spirituality as a whole that we are all taught to strive for.. opened by your own experience and learning- that we- *one powerful hand moves between those about their bench* Do not yet have. These gates, it is popularly known, are opened not only by our deeds before the Mother- or at Her own pleasure- but also by having these deeds known and recognized by our own. Without both, a Garou does not advance. I would like to submit that without the assurance of such praise, or of having her deeds known, Ms. McNairee has striven for the Mother and the Cause of her people in New York selflessly for years. Including a time when she nearly single handedly kept the sept of the Green from a war we were not at the time suited to fight. Now, not only has the rancor of the Leeches of the city fallen on her head, but often that of our own people as well- perhaps merely cautious- that her status may be some new trick of the Wyrm- but in any case it has placed her in significant danger. Perhaps the Mother chose not to complete her transformation to give Her Children time to grow accustomed... and now, perhaps expects us to perform as the Litany demands.. to acknowledge Deeds, through our own efforts and remembrance, to elevate her ourselves- as has always been part of our duty in our society.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Jeezus that looks really long now! Sorry!))

Aerin Thomas: ((That's 'cause it is. *S*))

Ita McNairee: *Ita blinks pretty brown eyes, then blinks again, a smile spreading across her face in light of ingvar's speech. hmmm. maybe she'd stop calling him a russian behind his back. speaking of backs, she relaxes into Aerin's touch and arranges the babies carefully, looking from ingvar to Pearl*

Aerin Thomas: He blinks at Ingvar's words...not surprised, really. More awed. His frank, calm, assesment of the situation is far more then he could present, and he just nods a little at his statement, smiling warmly, and looks back to Pearl.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The Lord quiets, looking at no one, merely waiting.*

Road Trip : She listens to these words by Ingvar and finally nods to him some about what is said by not only him but also by Bliss and Aerin too. Pearl remains thoughtful and contemplative as she thinks how best to answer this.

"All three of you make very good points... be it about the true intentions of the Goddess, to the various deeds and good she has done in her life." and she looks to Ita finally. "Thank you for being honest about the the truth about the Leeches because it is a powerful concern. And certainly a unheard of situation within the Treaty that could be to speak for... or against. Aerin though speaks of something I do hold as my own opinion on the matter." and she glances to Aerin before back to Ita. "Now all of these fine men have spoken on your behalf, but you are the one Ita that must now speak and tell me about yourself. Your past, your present, and your intended future."

Bliss: He relaxes marginally, and rests his head lightly against the side of Aerin's leg.

Ita McNairee: och.. well.. reckon tha's easy enough.. *she moves to transfer to babies to aerin, jingling*

Aerin Thomas: He takes Archibald and Tori from Ita, holding them carefully and looking to her. Maybe just the slightest, nearly imperceptible hint of nervousness. Surely not at what Ita might say...of course not. Just anticipation, probably.

Ita McNairee: recht.. *she stands up once the babys are transfered, giving pearl a grin* wel.. ah'll start frem tha beginnin bet.. Ah was born en o'er tha water.. jes south o kircauldy.. an grew oop wie tha pikeys, aye, an me mam an wee brother rawli. they're aul stell alive by the by. *she gives a nod, singsonging pleasantly* .. reckon gaw entae a bet o trouble wie tha russian mobbies... 'ad tae hide oot wie me tinkie an eventually ah gaw meself a tecket fer americas.. *she nods.. so far that was right. she stops to see if they have got that*

Bliss: He runs the side of his face down Aerin's leg and resettles, almost certainly either "no, I'm here pet me!' or 'easy, everything's okay'.

Road Trip : Pearl nods some as she listens to her speak, seeming to follow it pretty well.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes slip to the gypsy woman.. all they need now.. is one, single, screw up.*

Ita McNairee: recht..well... came tae tha americas.. an reckon yer folk dinnae sae mooch care fer dancen.. ended oop 'aven tae whore..,, kept oop wie me mam tho.. though letters an sooch.. *she nods, she didn't foget about her mom. a grin to the wolves, and then something occurs to her, all the pikey speak having happened double time.. since she was nervous.. could they understand..*.. och.. *a frown*.. um.. loves.. would et be better effen a talked an wolkf? ah dinnae 'ave meaccent en wolf talk.

Road Trip : Pearl shrugs her shoulder some as she listens. "However you prefer dear."

Aerin Thomas: Whatever Bliss's intent, he gets both results, as Aerin relaxes some, and reaches down to bet the man's hair. Maybe keeping both of them in calmer spirits.

Ita McNairee: och.. might be easier darlin.. ~ws~ right. so.. oh.. yeah. I came whoring, and since i was new..well. it didn't come so easy.. finally got desperate.. and well.. i tried to roll a drunkard. .. *she gives a half apologetic shrug, grimacing comically* ~ws~ shouldn't have picked a vampire for my first go at things i figure. spent the next 12 years about in the woods, eating on animals and hiding from your folks. Ezra was awfully skittish when he figured you'd be around.*a sheepish smile as she plays with a bangle, that lovely voice translating even though wolf speak* ~ws~ i kept up with my family back home..and came to new york finaly.. Rzra'd taken to tossin me through trees for bein a pikey.. and I wasn't to keen on it.

Bliss: His eyes half close, though he continues to watch the clearing. He does seem calmer now, at least for the moment.

Road Trip : She nods some as she listens, the wolves too raise their heads again to stare at the woman.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns, as he always does, upon mention of Ezra. The vampire is definitely on his 'People to Kill' list...even so, the frown is slight, the Lord at his feet, the other one at his side, and the Rroma by his side keeping him calm, not to mention the infants in his arms.

Ita McNairee: *she rubs a hand through her hair, glancing to the babies worriedly* Reckon after tha, ah went ~ws~ about the city, made friends with a little fellow named Range Fellow. one of yours i think.. a short man.. about here. *she makes a sign about 4'* ~ws~ he was a were.. but born a wolf.. yeah? liked soda pop. any way.. after another wolf in the city chained me up and threatened to flay me.. we started workin on a treaty together, cuase some one had broken it and most of the vampires in the city were still allowed to do what they would to werewolves, and werewolves to vampires and it was getting to be awful touchy.. and folks that were'nt either or were going to get all caught up and fuckered. yeah?.. so we got that sorted.. and i went with your folks to fight some deadies at the river.. zombies.. not vampires.. all liven in the hudson and makin it bad.. *she runs out of breath. she has to do that now. breath*

Ita McNairee: *her cheeks flushed. the woman had wanted all of it. so thats what the pikey was giving her, just facts.. only there were alot of them*

Road Trip : Pearl seems to be listening intently to the words she speaks and the meaning behind them, trying to discern intent with what she is saying and reasoning that went into her actions.

Aerin Thomas: Little nods here and there, occasional smiles as Ita tells her story. Doubt anything else...you can't doubt her sincerity. And that's their best shot, more then any pretty words of huge amounts of tact they might use.

Ita McNairee: ~ws~ right. well then.. there was some bungle with people killing bears? *she looks to Aerin in confusion, then ingvar.. she'd always been sketchy on that part of the whole lab thing*. ~ws~ or bad bear meat.. or something? anyhow.. thats when i met Aerin. i wanted to help.. so i tagged along on a mission to a lab, where we had to lie our way in and get some files and things.. for to help folks out.. *she cringes, remembering the next part and looking to aerin to clarify..he led it afterall*

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Pearl, to see if she would like him to explain this part.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He remains quiet, immobile, a pinch of lint taken from one sleeve.. but inside, he dives on this.. scrabling to come up with something to say.*

Bliss: He runs the side of his face down Aerin's leg aain as this part of the story comes up.

Road Trip: Pearl just shrugs as she tries to follow to Aerin but does not speak of it. Leaving the choice to him if it is needed to explain the situation in more detail then what Ita gave.

Aerin Thomas: "To further explain, Pearl, certain members of the Court of One Hundred Blossoms had been corrupted and associated with *Twitch* Doctor Herman Schondorf, and had been hunting down bears and devouring them after brutal showings of the animals being beaten to death. I had lead a group consisting of myself, Ita who had volunteeered, a Bone Gnawer named Discard, and a Glass Walker Andrew Fisher, to inflitrate a lab and steal evidence that this had been occurring. Ita came along and performed admirably, the only mistake made there being a error in my own leadership."

Aerin Thomas: ((Doctor Herman Schondorf, a servant of Angu))

Bliss: [And, just a general warning, I do have to vanish at some point in the not too distant future to get in a nap before my flight back across the country.]

Road Trip : (Np)

Ita McNairee: *ita nods. yeah. that was right. with the bears.. she fusses over tori as Aerin speaks*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar clears his throat slightly, a glance at Aerin.* A mistake later resolved, Pearl.. It does not bear strongly upon Ita's case, however..

Road Trip : "Of course not." she says with a smile. "And then what happened?" she asks looking back to Ita.

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Ingvar a moment, brow raised...he seems to disagree on how strongly it bears. But...perhaps he means something else then Ingvar assumes? He looks back to Ita, gently rocking his children.

Ita McNairee: ~ws~ well.. *a shudder, like ants crawling in her spine* sooome manky fooken doctor ~ws~ infected aerin and Me with an..algorithym... and started us doing his wants. and his wants were.. *another shudder* ~ws~ sick. sick as they come. he's a baby-fucker.. and a bastard. *she feigns spitting, off to the side, getting the words out of her mouth* ~ws~ well.. the vampies lured me back when they found out i was all ..fuckered.. and fixed me up rights.. well.. mostly rights.. i was still wonky from a curse some asshole vamp had on me.. and everyone told me to hold tight and we'd get aerin back to good. *she smiles over to him* ~ws~ and we did. and the doctor was all taken care and put to rights. *she nods*

Aerin Thomas: He raises a hand here.

Ita McNairee: *she looks to Aerin, head cocked*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Hey guys, I'm sorry but I may have to take off.. Early day tomorrow.))

Road Trip : (take care man :) )

Aerin Thomas: ((*hugs the Ing*))

Ita McNairee: (*Huggums*))

Road Trip : "Yes Aerin?" she asks with a look over to him

Aerin Thomas: "Something I would like to add here, Pearl, that Ita was not entirely witness to...as I was still infected at the time Ita was lured back and freed from the algorithm, I was aware...Schondorf allowed Ita to be captured and cleansed, because he wasn't able to corrupt her. He had several Garou and Kinfolk there, fully infected by the algorithm and under it's influence working for him with 100% dedication, myself included...but Ita, a vampire, was unable to be fully turned away from her path toward redemption."

Bliss: [And...me too, I'm afraid. 8) Someone update me?]

Road Trip : The man behind Pearl actually coughs some about something said and just smirks to Aerin but doesn't say anything. Pearl though does look up at him and then over to Aerin. "I see, please continue."

Ita McNairee: och.. tha's causen ah didnae 'ave nae grudges darlin.. tha's aul.. *she assures dream softly, rubbing his arm..s he looks to pearl, not sure who was to be continuing*

Aerin Thomas: A glance to the man, head cocked slightly, and then he looks back to Pearl, his expression solemn, supressing his own shiver at the memory of the entire incident. "That was all I had to contribute about that situation, unless further clarification is needed."

Ita McNairee: shh.. *she kisses the garou's cheek, rising up on her toes to do so, a tender smile at him* ets aulrecht noow darlin.. *she look up to pearl*

Road Trip : "No, please continue Ita." she says back to the woman with a smile.

Aerin Thomas: A little smile, very warm, to Ita, and he nods a bit, supportive to her. He expects the kicking of his ass to begin soon from this point in the story, but it's all good.

Ita McNairee: recht.. sae ~ws~ after that there was some badness with some evil mummy that was taking people's skin and wearin it like a suit, for to get to this oooooold magical cup. some of the bad vampires were after it, so we tried to keep it away from them and away from the damned shebitch of a mummy..and get it someplace safe. well.. turns out that the cup we were keeping safe was made from an ooold egypt god.. and it brought me all back to life and unvampired me. *nods. matter of fact*

Road Trip : Pearl listens to this part, glancing over to Aerin for a moment and then back to Ita.

Aerin Thomas: He's calm, nodding to Ita's words as she recounts that bit.

Ita McNairee: och..an than.. we realized ah was banged oop wie wee archibald. *she smiles and looks to the baby boy*.. boot three month banged oop.. ... an noow..ee're we are.. aye? ..och.. an aerine kelled tha mummy wie a hanwaver an fausto.

Road Trip : Pearl nods some, smiling a bit. "And that brings us up to current?"

Ita McNairee: *itamoves to lean against Aerin and fuss with the baby gir, hands on his hips gently as she rubs her head on his shoulder with a soft smile. a nod to pearl. they were current.she thought*

Aerin Thomas: He nods his agreement. "It does."

Road Trip : "And what of your future?" she asks the girl now.

Ita McNairee: och..well reckon ah'd like tae keep daen wha ah've been daen.. fexen thengs fer tha better an worken tae make et sae nae wan's tearen o tha throat o me friends an family..*she looks to ing and bliss, then lingers her eyes on the babies and aerin* ..there's been tae mooch badness aulready.. *a little smile*.. reckon effen ah'm kin.. ah can keep 'elpen wie oot folk asken why ah'm there.. oor wanten tae kill me fer bein a breech o yer rules.. like tha vampies wan tae kill me fer bein a breech o theirs.. *she nods* och.. an ah recon ah can dae thes.. effen ets o any 'elp... *she gets a look of determination*

Ita McNairee: d10: sta + animal ken : 9,2,5,2,4,3,

Ita McNairee: *yes.. she's doing it.. anything to help.. her hawked nose melds into a sniffly wolf nose.. looking a little odd on her face..ok.. a lot odd. she sniffs and gives a sheepish grin*

Aerin Thomas: His lips purse a moment, smiling as she changes...he's not sure if that's going to help or hinder.

Road Trip : "So how is it you speak the wolf tongue and can do that to your nose?" she asks as she sits forward some.

Ita McNairee: ah dinnae kain.. caould dae et as a vamp.. but nae as well. aye? ah dinnae kain why ets gotten aull.. better.. like afore ah could only dae me eyes fer tae see better.. an make wee claws.. an talk tae folk effen ah was recht close tae em.. but noow ah can talk tae Aul o tha damned animals.. an change aul o me.. an ah'm gien better o et aul tha time..

Road Trip : "And what does being made a Kinfolk mean to you?" she asks while watching her a little differently now, sitting back more fully in her seat.

Aerin Thomas: A glance from Pearl to Ita, still stroking Bliss's hair lightly, listening.

Ita McNairee: well.. reckon et means ah'll be wie ye folks. .. an ah reckon ah'll be wie yer folks even effen ah dinnae gie folked taenecht.. boot.. reckon thes way et'll be official, an wan ah show oop an em oop tae me knees en polluted water zombies an cursed baney doctors an sooch.. nae wan'll confuse me fer wha we're tae be fighten ..jes causen ah'm nae official. reckon ah was elpen fer good when a was a vampy.. an ah'm helpen fer good noow.. ah'll be helpen fer good as a kin tae. *she looks to aerin and the babies*.. ah wan me family safe frem thes badness.

Road Trip : Pearl lets out a soft sigh as she watches Ita, a definate sadness there and she nods about something. The eyes of the woman going back and forth betweent he two of them. "I have made my decision." and she sighs again. "The Ritual is reserved for those who were not born of Gaia but who have done so much good and whose beleifs is enough to make them Gaian even if their blood does not."

"Ita, your actions while good and even heroic are without the proper motivation that proves you have Gaia in your heart. It takes more then helping to defend a Caern because the man you love is part of it. Or tagging along to help defeat some vial doctor. You do not even acknowledge that Gaia had a hand in your transformation... just some old Egyptian God." and she sighs again as she continues to watch her. "That being said, you yourself state you wish to help and be able to help without fear of being attacked for not being of the blood. That you wish your family safe. Yet, within your still there is a blessing you fail to give proper reverence to Gaia and what she has done for you."

"Aerin is right though, you need time to be a part of humanity and find how it suits you after twelve years under thrall of vampires. Help us if you wish, or travel and visit your family. Perhaps in time, after you have had time to reflect and dedicate both yourself more fully to Gaia you will be ready. Becoming a Kin is more then just looking for safety from your enemies though. You would be asking Gaia to take her to her bossom and be a part of something very special."

Aerin Thomas: He slumps a little, his head dipping, eyes casting to the ground. He knew it was possible, but he honestly hadn't thought this would turn out with anything less then his mate being kin. He keeps himself as stoic as he can, but this one failure seems to have brought the weight of many other failures, personal ones, crashing down on him. He says nothing, only listens quietly, holding his children and rocking them. It's not over yet. In time, yes. If. Many ifs.

Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head, then slumps her shoulders a little. sometime in the middle of Pearls speech her nose having become hawked again. she gives an apologetic look to Aerin* .. reckon tha's a nae darlin..

Aerin Thomas: "For now, love." He nods slightly, and looks up to Pearl, offering a little smile, weary. "Thank you for listening to our request, Pearl. It's most appreciative."

Aerin Thomas: ((appreciated))

Ita McNairee: aye darlin.. *she trundles over to him, hands slipping over his shoulders, ruffling beneath his hair* shhh. darlin.. et'll be aulrecht.. *she doesn't sound as sure as she should, vibrance from the car ride up having been left somewhere behind*

Road Trip: Pearl stands up and walks over to Ita, placing a hand on her shoulder with a soft smile to the girl. "You have a desire to help, and to fight the darkness of the world. You have children to look after and things to learn. I am sorry, the last person we performed the right on was a forest ranger who had dedicated years of her life to tending to the forest. Taking hurt animals into her home to nurture them and care for them. She sought peaceful ways to turn back the hunters that would harm the animals of her family. She never asked to become a Kin, but she knew there was more to the world then just mundane world. She new Gaia looked over her, and yearned to better know the Goddes. I know you can do the same but you've had so much upon your shoulders dear. Aerin can help you to understand Gaia, but only you can accept her and pay her the respect she is warrented in action, thought, and words."

Ita McNairee: *she swallows the appropriate response of "oh bollox"* och.. well thank ye fer lestenen anyhoow. ye senden folks after me noow? fer kainen moor than ah should an bein a breech o yer theng? *she looks up at pearl, usually expressive face blank*

Road Trip: "Of course not Ita, and you are welcome at the Sept. Not everyone here is a Kin by blood, but almost all are. You are unique in this world dear and there will be no hunting you down for knowing about us. You are the mate of Aerin afterall."

Aerin Thomas: He rubs Ita's knee comfortingly, confidant that her expressed concern, at least, will not come to pass here. In New York with Gavin...that's another issue. But he can't believe they'd do that here, especially with what Pearl said about 'maybe in time' and being part of humanity a while.

Ita McNairee: aye.. thank ye loves. *she gives a lackluster grin, then kisses aerin's shoulder,before liberating archi from him*

Aerin Thomas: "When we have an opportunity, Pearl, I believe Bliss and I would like to talk about becoming members of the Sept here. At a later time, of course."

Road Trip: "You are both welcome." she says to them. "I wish I could grant what you are seeking but there are many who seek to have the Ritual performed on people that are not the best suited to it. That is why the ritual requires to who do not know the person to observe them and then grant their approval of the person." she says to the two of them. "So take some time and consider deep down what it is you want Ita and make sure it is what is best for you." she then looks to Aerin. "Of course, just let me know when will be good for you. I can have the Guardians take you to some lodgings here if you would like to stay the night?"

Ita McNairee: *she looks to aerin, weariness clear. a car ride home? she'd puke*

Aerin Thomas: "That would be most appreciated, I think...thank you."

Road Trip: She nods softly while watching the two of them for another long moment. "Bobby!" she finally calls out and the young man who escorted them in comes back to lead them to another path where they find a spacious three bedroom Cabin amid a small group of cabins that must be reserved for guest to the Sept.

Ita McNairee: aye.. thank ye loves.. *she pets aerin's shoulder and kisses it. nibbling her lip a little, the plods after bobby, making sure ing and bliss are all caught up*

Road Trip: ((Thanks for the scene, very very well played out. I'll post in the nomnation thread for the xp reward))

Aerin Thomas: He follows Bobby along after a last grateful half-smile to Pearl and her companion, heading to the cabins and leaning a bit on his staff as he walks. Yes, definitely stay for the night...would NOT be good for the Garou to drive another five hours home.

Aerin Thomas: ((Thanks, Ashton. You rule. *S*))

Road Trip: ((Thank you, just hope it was fun for everyone.))

Ita McNairee: (tanka!)