[Evening. Before Tommie & Jimmy's judgement, but after Remy's death]

Around the Story Tree
This quiet little clearing is home to soft grasses and bright flowers almost 
  year-round.  Near the center stands the Story Tree.  The squat pine has 
  broad branches for sitting under, and a thick, climbable trunk for a Garou 
  to sit in.  Sharp, green needles can be found buried in the grass.
A pathway leads out to the northwest toward the Caern, and a much less-worn 
  path leads into the forested foothills to the east.
Contents:
Robert
Anne
Soulcatcher
Alexander
Drew
Desert
Spirit-of-Words
Tommie
Obvious exits:
East  Northwest  

Alexander says "And he plans on bringing Kinfolk out here?"
Drew glances up sharply at Anne's words.
Anne looks taken aback. "Oh, I hadn't told the whole story, did I. He already 
  did. His Kinfolk was there in the caern with him, and he wouldn't send him 
  out when I told him those were the Warder's rules as far as I knew them."

Listeners present:
Name                Sex  Form    Doing
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Hazmat               F   Homid   Clean! 
Robert               M   Homid   - 
Anne                 F   Homid   - 
Soulcatcher          M   Lupus   - 
Alexander            M   Homid   - 
Drew                 M   Homid   Standing guard. 
Desert               M   Crinos  Blindfolded. Perfectly Calm. Short. 
Spirit-of-Words      M   Lupus   - 
Tommie               F   Homid   -

[Tommie]
Only five feet tall, and slightly built, this frail young woman radiates 
  surprising intensity. Almost always in motion, she seems to have a 
  well-developed sense of humor, and intelligence sparkles in her dark eyes. 
  Her pale skin is drawn taut over high cheekbones, contrasting pleasantly 
  with her hair and heavy dark lashes. She's pretty, in a delicate sort of 
  way, an allure that is increased by her good temper and frequent smile. 
        Her dark hair is long and curly. She seems to have had a recent 
  haircut-- there is a neatly trimmed fringe that curls softly about her face. 
  Her hair has been brushed until it shines, and then pulled back into a loose 
  but neat tail. 
        She is wearing crisply new black jeans and an equally new long-sleeved 
  brown t-shirt--clothing casual enough to hang out in, but very nice for what 
  it is. She is wearing a clean black trenchcoat over top, and low-cut brown 
  boots.
Carrying:
Backpack

Alexander blinks. "How exactly did he get to the Caern? Who took him? He can't 
  just walk in, the Wards don't allow that."
Spirit-of-Words licks his lips, and his posture stiffens slightly. His 
  attention seems fixed on the conversation between Anne and his pack-mate.

From afar, Tommie is much filthier than her desc says, worse than she's ever 
  been before. But she seems active and alert, more than she has been since 
  the murder, and she's watching people talk.

Hazmat slips in quietly and glances around. After a moment, she makes her way 
  toward Tommie, hands in jeans pockets.
Anne growls, though again her irritation seems directed towards her subject, 
  "Spirits. He's a theurge."
Alexander says "So he just walked the fuck into *our* Caern?"
Siobhan emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Anne nods, curtly again. "And JJ came with them, Kuang and his Mr. Steele, the 
  Kinfolk."
Alexander scratches his head. "You know, I just have to wonder how the hell 
  someone who obviously doesn't pay attention to the Litany ever got as far as 
  this asshole. Are they gone now?"
Spirit-of-Words seems to notice Hazmat as she walks over towards Tommie and 
  nods to her, he catches sight of the the other arrivals and nods a greeting 
  to them as well. Irritation plays across his features as he turns back to 
  the conversation he is watching, and his hackles raise just a bit.
Paul emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Hazmat ends up near Tommie and looks the other Gnawer over for a moment before 
  fishing in a trench pocket. She comes up with half a tuna fish sandwich 
  wrapped in a paper towel. "Brought yuh somethin'."
Paul walks slowly into view, hands in his pockets.
Anne waves one hand through the air. "It was last night. The Kinfolk left 
  partway through."
Siobhan hangs back near the edge of the clearing.
Tommie smiles uncertainly at Hazmat and takes the sandwich. "Thanks..." She 
  unwraps and eats it quickly, hungrily.
Alexander drums his fingers together. "Does the Alpha know about this?"
Drew speaks, "Megan's looking for him about that."
Alexander shrugs. "Then until he decides what to do, it's not my problem."
Hazmat smiles encouragingly back at Tommie. "Any word f'm Megan?"
Anne shakes her head irritably. "He knows," she jerks a thumb over her 
  shoulder towards Robert, "but I haven't seen Brian yet."
Tommie shakes her head, and looks at Robert. "D'you know what they're talking 
  about?" She is talking to Hazmat, her eyes only on Robert because he was 
  pointed to.
Robert speaks up at this point, "And he is not happy."
Hazmat glances at the others, nose twitching at the tension, and then shrugs. 
  "Dunno."
Paul stays quiet on the fringe of the group, listening.
Soulcatcher greets his packmate quietly, but otherwise remains at the edge of 
  the clearing.
Alexander snorts. "Well, I'd think not. Jesus Christ. We're talkign Litany 
  violation here."
Paul leans forwards at Alexander's statement. He asks, "What, another one?"
Hazmat scratches the back of her neck and clears her throat. "*What's* a 
  Litany v'lation?"
Robert shrugs. "*That* depends on your interpretation of the Litany. I 
  sincerely doubt that Mr. Steele, who is not unknown to me, would have 
  violated the caern. I do, however, resent Kuang's cavalier treatment of the 
  caern's wards and use of spirits to circumvent them. *That* may much more 
  easily be interpreted as a violation of the Litany."
Spirit-of-Words thinks it would be territory that has been violated.
Anne says firmly, "Territory, Robert. The Warder's word is _law_ about caerns, 
  dammit."
Tommie doesn't seem able to bring herself to ask what exactly Kuang wanted, 
  and if the conversation got past his Kinfolk, which, admittedly, she doesn't 
  care a whole lot about right now.
Alexander says "Hey, he fucking violated our territory. He wasn't invited, he 
  came in and broke our rules. I say we nail has ass to the wall."
Paul says, "Kuang used a spirit to get around the wards for someone? Christ! 
  Sets a bad precedent for the defenses.
Robert nods. "That, I grant. For better or worse, I'm no halfmoon. And I've 
  been forced to ignore that line before when fighting. In this case, Kuang 
  has no such excuse."
Robert looks over at Alexander. "And who from here will pass judgment him?"
Hazmat edges closer to Tommie and lays a light hand on the smaller woman's 
  shoulder. Her eyes remain on Robert and Alexander, listening solemnly.
Robert pages to Desert, Paul, Drew, Anne, Soulcatcher, Alexander, 
  Spirit-of-Words, Tommie, Siobhan, and Hazmat: Er. *on* him.
Alexander says "Any halfmoon."
Robert nods. "And enforcement?"
Anne gives Robert a bright grin. "You're an Ahroun. You hold 'im, I'll perform 
  a punishment Rite if the Philodoxes want it."
Spirit-of-Words thinks that none need to pass judgement. Territory has been 
  violated, what more need we know than that needs to be reckoned. Any member 
  of the sept would be wiling to enforce this. At least this one would.
Alexander says "Enforcement? He's honor-bound to accept our judgement, and if 
  he doesn't, we hunt him down."
Desert stands to the side of this all, not making a sound.

[Desert, obviously]
Even wearing Crinos, Desert-Also-Dances is only mildly large, reaching a few 
  inches beyond six-foot.  His fur is golden-yellow and appears completely 
  ungroomed.  Strangely, his forearms and hands are stained a dark, uneven 
  red.  His snout is a bit longer than it ought to be, almost resembling that 
  of a jackal.  Long, thin whiskers extend to a few inches below his chin in a 
  gentle arc--a parody of the stereotypical Fu Manchu moustache.  Topping his 
  head is a mane of wild hair, somewhat darker than his fur, fairly long, and 
  worn in a simple topknot.  His claws are small for a proper Garou, even 
  smaller than his size would warrant.  The anger of his kind is not so 
  evident in Desert as in others, particularly in the half-shape.  A circle of 
  several colors wraps around his left wrist, almost hidden under the fur.  
  Desert is wearing a thick black blindfold over his eyes, tied in place 
  behind his ears.

Spirit-of-Words nods in agreement with Alexander.
Anne remarks, "He outranks me, I think. I don't think he said. Robert, did he 
  say? I was too irritated by the Kinfolk to remember exactly."
Paul says slowly, "I'm not sure at all what judgement would apply. Sounds like 
  actions have been taken which could violate our caern. If not the Kin coming 
  in, then the breaching of the Wards, which could have weakened them. Or let 
  something else sneak through at the same time."
Robert smiles slightly. "I could likely hold him in place, true. And fight off 
  any spirit allies he tried to call." He turns to Paul. "I need to speak with 
  your packmate, the Landkeeper." Turning his attention back to Anne, he 
  comments, "He ignored you. I'm not certain if that was ranking or 
  impoliteness."
Hazmat leans over and whispers something to Tommie.
You whisper "How's Jimmy doin'?" to Tommie.
Anne's teeth are bared. "Well, that's what I was basing the guess on. But even 
  if he outranks me, ignoring me is impolite, with what we'd agreed."
Alexander says "Personally, I think this sets a really bad precendent, and I'd 
  like to see something *done* about it. His Rank doesn't make him immune to 
  Law. If anything, it makes him more accountable. Unless we want people 
  walking in here all the time for shits and giggles. And bringing their best 
  buddies with them."
Tommie whispers "He's allowed to leave... I don't think he's in as much 
  trouble as I am. But he tried to take responsibility for everything..."
Tommie shakes her head at Hazmat.
Drew watches the debate intently, with folded arms.
Paul says, "Am I missing something? Is Kuang a Septmember? Did he have any 
  reason to think he could just do that and skate? Does anyone know why he 
  brought in this Kin and why to the Wheel?
Hazmat nods, murmuring back to Tommie.
You whisper "Jimmy's a good kid, yah." to Tommie.
Spirit-of-Words's lips pulls back from his teeth jsut a little and he starts 
  pacing back and forth.
Tommie is watching the conversation and at Paul's words, she jumps up and down 
  in place once, and then subsides.
Drew comments to Paul, "Haven't heard that he's paid chiminage. At the last 
  moot, he had someone come up and say--", he pauses, to remember. "He 
  couldn't make it, and didn't want his name given, and something else--the 
  Walk is safe."
Paul looks over to Tommie curiously.
Hazmat bends down slightly and nuzzles the back of Tommie's head, a 
  reassuringly lupine gesture. Then she comments, to no one special, "I miss 
  Mr. Fletcher."
Paul says in an aside to Drew, "That was his oh so useful message? He sounds 
  worse than Kosh."
Hazmat shoots Paul a look. "Hey!"
Anne lifts her eyes to look at the trees above, altering her stance a little 
  as though mimicking someone else's. "Steele was his blood kin and his right 
  hand. He speaks with Kuang's voice, sees with Kuang's eyes, hears with 
  Kuang's ears."
Alexander murmurs, "I wonder if he can survive a bullet to the head the way 
  Kuang can."
Paul looks as if he squashes the urge to spit. "Ah. Didn't know Garou allowed 
  standins. Especially with non-Garou for the role."
Spirit-of-Words lets out a long breath, and then stops, saying that he needs 
  to run. Howl if he is needed, Thunder's Claws. He nods a farewell to the 
  others.
Anne mutters, "Hey, the Walkers do. Marissa, for instance."
Tommie leans toward Hazmat, still watching the others, taking what reassurance 
  she can from her tribemate.
Drew glances with a wry expression at Paul. "Maybe it lost something in the 
  travel."
Shin emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Shin slips through the brush quietly, frowning a little at the low murmur of 
  sound. His mouth is half open, as if he were going to speak, but he shuts it 
  abruptly when he glances over the gathering. Expression shifting to faint 
  confusion, he pauses near a large tree.
Paul mutters, "For someone who wants to 'stop a war', he's sure as hell trying 
  hard to cause trouble."
Alexander nods once to Spirit. "I will. We need to do something later."
Robert grimaces. "It was highly inappropriate, puting it mildly."
Thena emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Hazmat glances over at Shin and gives him a faint smile, though most of her 
  attention is split between the discussion at hand and her tribesister, 
  Tommie.
Anne's lips curve downwards. "Damned straight it was."
Hazmat brightens slightly, seeing Thena.
Paul looks over at the new folks, still frowning a lot. "Thena. Hi."
Spirit-of-Words nods again to Alexander, and then trots away from the tree, 
  disappearing into the forest.
Tommie blinks at Paul, her mouth shaping the words, "Stop a war?"
Spirit-of-Words makes his way out of the little clearing, away to the 
  northwest.
Shin takes a few steps to the side, out of the way. He brushes the hair from 
  his face and turns to watch the Fang depart.
Anne looks around at the rustle of newcomers, scowling slightly at Shin. 
  "Who're you?"
Alexander looks at all the newest arrivals, and his eyes widen as he 
  recognizes Thena. "You. We need to talk."
Thena tries to sneak in with her usual lack of success, and waves a general 
  hello before settling next to Hazmat.

[Thena]
This woman moves quickly and self-confidently. Not overly tall, or heavily 
  muscled, she still seems capable of taking care of herself. She is clothed 
  from head to foot in a light tan, loose-fitting overwrap that covers her 
  from neck to her knees. Functional black gloves cover her hands, overlapping 
  the cuffs of the jumpsuit sleeves. She wears her long, dark brown hair in a 
  knot at the base of her neck. None of her facial features really stand out, 
  mostly because her whole face is shaded by a huge, Carmen Sandiego-esque 
  hat. 
What really catches and holds your eye is the sparkle of humor in her eyes. 
  She is the quintiscential joker.. Her scent is a mingling of latex, 
  sunscreen, and other more obscure chemicals.

Tommie looks over at Thena and does not smile a greeting, but she dips her 
  head.
Shin looks up at Anne, then smiles faintly. "Someone who was thinking in the 
  woods and heard too much noise to concentrate." He flicks a lock of hair 
  from his face and blinks at Thena, curious.
Hazmat leans over and bumps Thena with her head, grinning. "Seen Kosh?" she 
  murmurs, quietly. One hand remains on Tommie's shoulder.
Thena looks up and nods to Alexander. "Whenever."
Alexander waves a hand. "Once we've got this settled."
Thena nods and turns back to Hazmat and nods. "Of and on, I think he's out 
  tonight." She smiles slightly, but it doesn't reach her eyes.
Hazmat's brow furrows worriedly.
Thena shrugs and looks around at the gathered company.
Shin takes another step back and slips his hands into his pockets. He glances 
  over the scene absently and blinks once or twice at Tommie, then grins at 
  her crookedly. "I remember you. Vaguely."
Thena whispers "You know its a shame we can't get this many people together to 
  go fight wyrm things."
Anne's voice hardens at Shin's answer. "I asked you a question; answer it as 
  it was meant, unless you are too stupid to tell what it meant."
Alexander explains to Anne softly, "He's a Shadow Lord."
Hazmat tilts her head at a whisper from Thena and smiles tiredly by way of 
  answer.
Shin pauses, then turns to look at Anne. "Do you want a full introduction, 
  miss?" His smile is polite, deviod of any sort of warmth.
Tommie bites her lip, recognizing Shin as well. But nothing is surprising her 
  now. She suddenly cranes, looking over her shoulder to see if Desert is 
  still around.
Anne says flatly, "Yes, I believe that is what I was asking for." She flicks a 
  glance at Alexander, the brown eyes a little less irate as he names the 
  newcomer's tribe.
Shin inclines his head to Anne and repeats by rote. "Shin Takimara, known as 
  Shining-Blade-Scatters-Darkness by grace of my Ritename, Galliard of the 
  Hakken." That done, he sketches the woman a bow from the waist, arms tight 
  at his sides, then straightens to cock his head at Tommie.
Cristoph emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Desert has been standing silently in the same place since Anne started talking 
  about Kuang. He might even be sleeping, under his blindfold.
Tommie seems reassured by Desert's presence, and bumps her head against 
  Hazmat's hand on her shoulder.
Robert shakes his head. "Too crowded," he mumbles, and heads back into the 
  woods.
Robert makes his way out of the little clearing, away to the northwest.
Cristoph comes drifting in, expression veiled.
Hazmat squeezes Tommie's shoulder again, lightly.
Seeker emerges from the forest to the northwest.
Anne inclines her head towards Shin, some of the tension draining out of her, 
  despite the turning down of her lips as he repeats his tribe. "Anne, called 
  Nimue, or Guides-the-Misguiding, Artisan of the Furies." She turns around, 
  and reminded, asks Paul and Drew, each, "What happened with his babble at 
  the Moot about Dylan?" She jerks a hand in Desert's direction.
Seeker enters the clearing quietly and nods a greeting.
Shin says softly. "I'm honored..." He blinks a few times, then nods to 
  Alexander. "Your majesty."
Paul says, "I haven't heard word, one way or another. The Master of the 
  Challenge was pissed as hell during the Moot, but no one's spoken to me 
  about it since then."
Drew jerks his head over at Anne. "Hm? Holds-the-Line--", he stops, lets Paul 
  speaks, and nods slightly, in agreement with the Strider's words.
Theressa Storm comes down the eastern path into the clearing.
Thena stretches a vertebrae popping stretch, her whole manner is comfortably 
  neutral.
Tommie steps back, suddenly, almost protectively, towards Desert.
Hazmat glances over at the blindfolded Crinos, her expression turning puzzled.
Alexander doesn't acknowledge Shin, instead looking back at the Gnawer 
  prisoner.
Theressa Storm steps into the clearing from the direction of the burial mound. 
  Her eyes are red and swollen, her face haggard and pale. As she sees the 
  crowd around the tree, she tries to avoid them entirely... until she starts 
  making out the faces. Silently she makes her way to the periphery and 
  watches.
Desert doesn't seem inclined to offer any exposition.
Shin's lips twitch slightly. He tilts his head, looking curious, then winks at 
  Hazmat and mouths words to her.
You sense Shin mouths 'what's going on'.
Thena blinks and looks from Desert to the others.
Hazmat's wander from Desert to Shin. She shrugs vaguely at the Hakkan, and 
  then glances at Alexander, eyeing him sidelong.
Anne gives Shin a blank look, but nods at Paul and Drew. "Thank you for the 
  information, I'll talk to Timothy when I see him. I wasn't sure if more 
  information had already passed around, and since Dylan was a Philodox I 
  hoped you'd know."
Spirit-of-Words pages to Paul, Mac, Cassius, Thena, and Hazmat: Hawaii is back 
  up, if ya care.;)
Shin sighs quietly and folds his arms over his chest. He glances at the 
  Crinos. "Does the light, perhaps, hurt his eyes, I wonder...?"
Paul says slowly, "I'm not sure that Timothy-rhya actually has juristiction, 
  myself. A Fostern decided that a Cliath had met his conditions for Rank. 
  Outside the Sept. But I admit the situation is strange."
Drew offers, to Shin, "Sun's going down." He shrugs, and glances at Desert as 
  if wondering whether this will cause the Gazer to remove the black cloth.
Alexander doesn't seem aware of Hazmat's look.
Shin smiles crookedly at Drew. "So it is." He brushes the hair from his face 
  and turns to blink inquisitively at Paul.
Desert quirks a smile, but otherwise doesn't move.
Anne shakes her head. "No, Paul... Dylan was a member of the Sept at the time, 
  Dylan did not seem to have Challenged, and _he_," she gestures at the 
  Stargazer, "wants the Sept to recognize it despite all that. Timothy is 
  Master of the Challenge for the Sept."
Alexander turns suddenly toward Drew. "Can you handle her for a while?" He 
  indicates the prisoner. "I need to take care of something. This whole thing 
  has taken longer than expected."
Shin blinks at Alexander. "Handle...?" He sounds confused, but draws back to 
  listen.
Hazmat rolls her eyes slightly and mumbles something about a choke-collar and 
  a leash, sardonically.
Tommie is standing with her tribesister and Glass Walker, small and dirty. It 
  is obvious she doesn't need /much/ handling in this crowd. Even if they all 
  seem to be completely distracted from her crime.
Paul nods to Anne.
Drew glances away from the blindfolded crinos to Alexander, with a hm? "Oh. 
  Yeah, I can. You going to be gone for long?"
Long distance to Tommie and Thena: Hazmat ICly mutters, "Dumb Sado Lords. 
  Wanna put everybody onna choker-collar an' leash 'em."
Alexander shakes his head. "I hope not. Need to investigate a bane. Very close 
  to the bawn. I'll let you know as soon as I know something." He turns to 
  Thena. "Would you come with us? You've seen it before, too."
Theressa Storm passes off, escaping quietly into the night.
Thena chuckles softly and hugs Hazmat. "Gotta go." She nods to Alexander. 
  "Sure."
Drew swings his backpack back to the ground, as the necessity for carrying it 
  with him has faded. "Right." He settles back, to wait.
Hazmat brushes back unruly hair and smiles back at the Glass Walker.
Shin murmurs absently. "Be careful. Wouldn't do for the royal flesh to get 
  bruised." He shifts his weight and looks over at the 'prisoner' and the 
  blindfolded Crinos once more.
Anne gives Alexander a questioning look.
Thena waves.
Alexander turns and heads out of the clearing.
Alexander makes his way out of the little clearing, away to the northwest.
Thena saunters after him with a general good bye wave.
Thena makes her way out of the little clearing, away to the northwest.
Tommie watches those who had been talking about the Stargazer, a very strange 
  expression on her face.
Shin blinks at Tommie and tries the smile again, tossing his head back to get 
  the hair from his face. He murmurs. "Maybe it was someone else."
Tommie looks over at Shin, her eyebrows raised in question.
Shin murmurs quietly. "You just looked familiar, is all." He smiles a tad 
  again.
Drew glances at Paul. "Your turn."
Tommie shakes her head. "You killed somebody in an alley and were fighting 
  with Becca about it." She doesn't seem like she cares terribly much.

Alexander pages to Kichkinet, Seeker, Desert, Paul, Unferth, Drew, Anne, 
  Soulcatcher, Mark, Megan, Spirit-of-Words, Tommie, Shin, Tatiana, Thena, 
  Hazmat, Scab-Survivor, and Robert: A howl comes from the direction of the 
  Caern (or east of it for those very closeby). Anyone who might recognize 
  TC's voice will know it's him, calling Spirit-of-the-Words to the Wheel. 
  (Sorry for the spam, but it's better than +howl)

Shin's ears perk up slightly at the howl. He sighs and murmurs to Tommie. "A 
  fomor, if it makes you feel any better..." Dark eyes blink at Anne. "Hmmm? 
  Ah, the name Shadow Lords in Japan give themselves, Black Fury."
Anne turns the scowl onto Shin, fingers running through her hair. "Why not 
  just call yourselves Shadow Lords?"
Shin sounds amused. "You are a Black Fury, yes? Do you, perchance, speak 
  Greek? Or another language?"

*** Log interrupt. Some lost. ***

Paul smiles at Drew for a moment.
Anne crosses her arms over her chest. "Why, Paul?"
Shin gestures. "Indeed. I doubt that you use the same syllables 'Black Furies' 
  in Greek." He smiles a tad.
Drew looks inquiring at Anne from his seat on the ground. "Don't you call my 
  auspice--um, what was it--Mother? And other names for the other moons?"
Hazmat remembers something, and leans over to whisper to Tommie again.
You whisper "Oh, don' worry 'bout th' church. I'm livin' in the city now, I'll 
  keep an eye on it while yuh away, all right?" to Tommie.
Paul says, "I don't know. I asked the same 'what is it' question when I met 
  him. I'd guess it's Japanese for Lords of Shadow, or something similar." He 
  looks over to Shin. "You like direct questions, if I remember right. So. 
  What is the literal translation of Hakken, if you know? If you'd humor me, 
  please?"
Tommie looks gratefully at Hazmat, and whispers something back.
Tommie whispers "Maybe things won't go any further to hell, hey?"
Anne gives Shin a long, impatient look. "Of course I don't. But in English, I 
  do." To Drew, she adds, "Yes, we speak other names for the auspices, but 
  unless someone is being obvscure at me, I don't use them to other Garou. I 
  find it discourteous to tell you I'm an Artisan unless you're being obscure 
  at me."
Hazmat hehs quietly at Tommie and nods.
Paul says "Just like I don't ramble in Khem, or give handsigns for intros, I 
  suppose. But it's no worse than Get of Fenris and their names for 
  everything. As far as figuring out, or asking."
Shin says quietly. "Literally? The word means 'Discoverer'." He leans back 
  slightly. "Would you care to hear the story, or shall I call myself a 
  'Hakken Shadow Lord' to avoid offending others further...?" His dark eyes 
  flicker from Paul's face to Anne's.
Drew scratches one of the scars of his face. "Some of your tribe aren't like 
  that. The Get, too."
Anne slides down to sit against the story tree itself, pulling her knees up to 
  her chest and resting her chin on them. "Both," she says cheerfully. "I am a 
  storyteller, but that means I listen to stories. There are," she glances 
  around, "enough people here to do the storytelling tonight instead of 
  tomorrow, or I might do both if Tommie's judgement is told today."
Paul says to Shin, "I like learning whatever comes to hand. I'll be glad to 
  listen, but maybe another time if no one else is curious about it."
Drew suggests, to Anne, "I don't think--I think tomorrow."
Tommie suddenly smiles in Anne's direction. She doesn't sit down, though, 
  glancing back at the Stargazer.
Shin arches an eyebrow and glances at Tommie. "I wonder what she did, and who 
  is going to judge her." He leans back against the trunk of a solid oak and 
  folds his arms across his chest. "It's not much of a story, but if you wish, 
  I will tell it."
Hazmat perks slightly. She's never looked down upon the chance of a story.
Anne puts in, "She killed a Glass Walker who was unconscious, and one of the 
  half moons is judging her, of course. I want to hear it."
Desert says quietly, ~She is already judged.~
Shin blinks once or twice, then sighs. "The feuds between siblings are -- " He 
  breaks off to look at Desert carefully.
Hazmat blinks, looks curiously at Desert. "Huh?"
Shin's lips part in a slow, crooked smile. "It seems that our blind friend 
  believes her incapable of receiving fair judgement, perhaps." He shakes his 
  head.
Anne turns her head towards Desert as well. "Is she, then."
Drew blinks several times at Desert. "Isn't what Megan said."
Tommie watches Desert, her face carefully blank. She is standing, and she is 
  quiet.
Desert does not respond to these reactions.
Anne says, flatly, "Tell us what you mean, Stargazer, or keep your mouth shut. 
  You are not half moon; you are not the judge for this case."
Shin pauses, then sighs and nods slightly to the blindfolded Garou. He starts 
  to relax.
Desert says quietly, ~If you come to me where I live, I will answer a 
  question.~
Anne snorts, and turns towards Tommie. "What's he been telling you?"
Paul asks Desert, "Just one?"
Desert shrugs faintly.
Shin smiles faintly, tilting his head to study the Stargazer. "Riddles have a 
  tendancy to come back to haunt the one who speaks them, but that is neither 
  here nor there."
Tommie crosses her arms across her chest, hugging herself. "What do you mean?" 
  Her voice is low and respectful.
Hazmat glances at the sky and sighs quietly. She squeezes Tommie's shoulder 
  again. "I'm headin' back. I'll tell Gargoyle yuh okay." With that, the 
  Gnawer makes her way out.