[Katherine Bellamonte]
Katherine has Genevre's arm in a bruising vicegrip in an instant, and all pretense of humanity has been wiped from her face, she leans close, very close to the Kinwoman's face and enunciates every syllable clearly: "You understand nothing, you are a silly, stupid girl meddling in affairs that have lasted longer than you have been in existance.. Go home!"
She lets her go, brandishing a hand to wave her off before she stalks into the alleyway like a seething lioness.
[Genevre de Provence]
"I will go where ever I damn well please, woman." She ripped her arm away, not carrying about the pain. "Never touch me again." Now, once more, trying to leave.
[Theron Locke]
Just blinks as the red hot fury is directed at hime. He goes to say something, but decides better of it at this point in time. The only thing left to do is follow after the seething Kate. He does shrink, not does he look proud, he appears resolute.
Genevre then speaks and says....oh gods what did she just say. Didn't your tongue already get you into trouble with two other of your Tribe. His eyes find Gen's and he just urges her to go.. that he will see her later.
But then he just turns and follows Kate into the alley way.. ready to accept hsi due.. for whatever it is that is so bad with what has happened.
[Wyrmbreaker] ...and who should be in said alleyway but Wyrmbreaker and Sinclair.
The Shadow Lord is in overcoat and scarf, his hands laced loosely behind his back, feet shoulder-width. His head is bare. He isn't smiling, and he hasn't even looked at the kinswoman yet. Or anyone but Katherine, for that matter.
"I heard the totemphone," he says. "What the hell's going on?"
[Page from Mei] I AM NOW.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine storms into the alleyway proper, deliberately putting space between herself and every other creature out there who was not a Garou and currently feeling capable of justifiable homicide toward her fellow
"Are you without any sense or reason, you idiot bête? That is the daughter of Calvin de Provence and while I do not expect the name to make you stand and salute, I expected some measure of trust from my own fucking pack-mates! She is the daughter of a King, not a street walker to grab and take your pleasure with because you were feeling in the mood! Gaia m'aider à ne pas étrangler cet idiot."
She hisses, her Rage like the sun steaming off the summer's highway and whirls away from Theron to brace her palms against the brick wall, shoulders twitching with the effort of restraint.
She raises her fist then, a curled brand of her blind fury -- and snarls as another voice intercepts her tirade.
Lukas. Alpha.
Sinclair. Packmate.
Merde.
Katherine stalks toward them; her eyes flashing.
"What do you think he's done? What? He's been having sex with Genevre de Provence and she's only been in the city a handful of days! It is not bad enough that he did not even speak to me about it, but that she, she, is standing out there telling me what is going to pass."
[Genevre de Provence] Genevre looked to Theron, and saw the look he gave, the want for her to go. She just turned and stormed off.
[Wyrmbreaker] "Stop."
-- before Genevre so much as finishes turning. The word is a crack against the alley walls, like thunder.
A pause. Then, velvet soft: "Don't make me chase you down, kinswoman."
[Sinclair] Speaking of alleyways and dangerous motherfuckers held within them: Sinclair looks even more unhappy than Lukas. The moon is in her phase but it's waning, and it's nearly fucking freezing out here, and not only are there dark circles under her eyes, there's a pervasive sense of shame and degradation hanging around her that the Garou sense in a way the kinswoman cannot. It is, for Sinclair, a dark and cold night. And it's been a dark, cold night for awhile now. And it's going to stay dark and cold for quite a bit longer.
There's that. And the fact that a little while ago she heard Kate snarling over the totemphone about killing Theron, and all that came from the Galliard was a sense of irritated bewilderment.
She's dressed as warmly as she can be, an alpine-knitted green, black, and white cap yanked down over her pale hair, strings hanging from the ear-flaps and a puff-ball on top. She's got roughly 7 layers on under her coat. For some reason, she has a baseball bat in her hand, over her shoulder. Maybe she was practicing.
She doesn't know French, but the way Katherine is slicing the air and yelling at the Theurge, she really doesn't need to in order to get the gist. Especially 'idiot'. That one's a cognate. She remembers that, at least.
Her eyebrows go up as Katherine stomps over to them, telling them what Theron did. Her pale eyes flick over to Theron as though to share a moment of silent communication that she doesn't dare announce over the totemlink and that, truthfully, he doesn't know her well enough to interpret. Lukas's order to Genevre interrupts it, and Sinclair's attention snaps back to the Ahroun and Philodox who, in their own ways, are supposed to teach her a thing or two about impulse control and the right words at the right time, rather than any words at any time. Or, simply, when to hold back, wait, and learn the lay of the land first.
Sinclair chews on the inside of her cheek and, for now, goes with option B.
[Genevre de Provence] She pauses for a moment, holds up a hnd and turns to look at Lukas. "I was told to go, I am going to go." And turns once more.
[Edward Bellamonte] "You were told to stop," says Edward, entering from stage right; he'd said he was taking Eleanor home, and so he had, only to return to his sister and find the rest of the pack there as well. "You will stay, kinswoman, like it or not. You do not get to say what goes, here."
He is calm, and, to most, he would seem kind - but Lukas and Kate know, in this moment, that he is anything but. There's no twinkle in those eyes to lighten his words, no quirk of lips to indicate amusement.
[Genevre de Provence] SHe stopped one more time but did NOT turn around. "QUITE CALLING ME KINSWOMAN!!" She fired out. "I 'ave a damn name! Use it!"
[Edward Bellamonte] "Quite frankly, I've met you once. You're Calvin's daughter, aren't you? And The Fonz's cousin." It's with a shrug, and any of them would have seen the sudden tension that came when she shrieked at him, and the concerted effort it took to not roll with where the tension wanted to take him. "I'm sure I'll remember your name eventually. But in the mean time, sweet Gaia, how did you come from a royal house and not know the first thing about how to respect your betters? And really, if you had to lie with someone out of Tribe, you could at least have been discreet."
All with a roll of his eyes, and general impatience; he's never liked this sort of drama, and has, in fact, avoided it as much as possible other than where it touched his sister.
[Wyrmbreaker] "Genevre. Look at me."
There's this much. For all the threats he's issued, for all the promise of violence that hangs around the Ahroun like a mantle of destruction, his voice is level and even, smooth, low. Logical, one might even say.
"Your life is not your own. As the daughter of Fang royalty you must already understand that. When you bedded my packmate, a Shadow Lord, you must have known that some sort of reckoning was inevitable.
"Now, you can either stay and discuss this with us civilly, or you can try to run. And then one of us will chase you down. And we will catch you. And as unpleasant as it will be for all of us, in the end, we'll have this discussion anyway.
"So turn around. Come back here. Talk to us, while it's still your choice."
[Theron Locke] Theron watched as Gen turned her back...great..perfect now the kin was angry with him as well. He had just done all he could in the present circumstance not to get her killed.
His head then snaps back to Kate as he is addressed...well not so much addressed but slammed against the wall with her words. Taking all his will to stand resolute and let his pack-mate finish her admonishment of him. He had attempted to speak several times "Calvin..who..?..oh" but other than that he waits for her to finish.
When she turns and addresses the rest of the pack now gathered "Kate.. For one I did not grab Genevre. I did not visit her with that intention. She called me upset...she asked for my comfort. I went there with a honorable intention of finding out what was wrong and helping her through it. I had no idea she was the daughter of your King, but it's not something one thinks to ask." he sighs pinching the bridge of his nose "You are correct that I broke your trust and should of at least shown you the respect to seek you out first. But there in the heat of the moment, sense was not the prominent thing on my mind. For the record I showed Genevre no disrespect... I did not make any promises to her ..nor did she to me. ..it was actually members of your tribe that caused her to call me. One who had tried to hit her...One who entered her mind and intimidated her. I know Genevre may have had a part to play in both those incidents.. but I meant and did her no harm."
"Kate.... I know you probably don't want to hear all this. But I at least want you to listen to my facts and the circumstances of what happened before you declare your punishment on me"
His eyes caught Sinclair's and they remained neutral...he wasn't sure of the message he was meant to receive nor did he return one.
[Genevre de Provence] She stormed over to Ed, a glare in her eyes. "Royal 'ouse? ROYAL!? You want to know 'ow bloody Royal my père is? Je le regardais abuser de ma mère pendant 18 ans de ma vie, et elle n'a rien fait pour l'arrêter. Je l'ai vu venir à ma maison quand il a plu, et prendre ses libertés avec la battait puis sa suite. Voilà comment mon père aimant Royal est. And you expect me to 'ave respect? All I 'ave known is this! This bullzhit my père did. 'Ow do you think I see garou? 'E ..." poiting to Theron. " 'E was nice to me! 'E made me smile again! 'E was zere to listen to me when none of you would!"
[Sinclair] At the words one of us will chase you down, Sinclair raises a hand. Her gloves are striped with pink and red. It drops a second later, but at least she didn't say Yo to call attention to her current status as mad attack dog of the pack.
One might imagine the jeans-wearing, eyeliner-enhanced Galliard clocking Genevre over the head with that baseball bat and dragging her back by the ankles, but truthfully, that would be a last resort.
Doesn't mean it isn't still on the list.
When Genevre whips around and starts yelling in French at Edward, then English, Sinclair speaks up, and doesn't even bother trying to make her sarcasm dry or caustic. It just drips. "Christ, I wonder why no one else would listen to you... since you're speaking so respectfully and rationally, after all. You don't sound like a crazy drama queen at all."
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Philodox trembles, her fingers bunching and unbunching into fists at her sides, her teeth gnashing together as one, two, three voices all chime in, tumbling, running over the others words and laced throughout it all, the tirade of a young Kinswoman who simply did not know when to stop.
"Genevre!" Her Guardian snaps her fingers as if she were calling off a dog. "Enough. Good Gaia, that is enough. You bring shame to your House, to your father and to your tribe with your continuing verbal attacks on those around you. These people around you," she deliberately points at Lukas, Edward, Sinclair. "They are not your protectors in this city, they will strike you as one of your own tribe has already attempted to and why is this, girl? Hm? Because you do not comprehend the difference between speaking to defend yourself and speaking for the pure experience of hearing vitriol spew from your lips."
Katherine swarms toward her, a pale Queen in all her furious glory.
"You think you are the first Kinsfolk to live in a House with torment? You think your maman's suffering is some new thing that nobody else in this alleyway has not seen, or experienced, or dealt out? You have a sacred role in our tribe, you are the one who is going to further our cause, bear our children, tell the stories of us when we are wiped from the face of the earth and you act as if this is some great burden placed upon your shoulders alone!"
Katherine smacked her hands before the girl's face.
"Wake up! Look around at those standing here with you. We have bled for you, we have died for you and the thanks that we receive for trying to keep you safe is this? Be silent and hold your tongue."
The Philodox breathes out shakily, her eyes finding Theron's next.
"I hear your words, Oncoming Storm, and I even understand the how's and the why's. But you have lost my trust in you with this trespass. I cannot allow this union to continue." Katherine held a finger out to preshush Genevre's protests. "Not because I am without a heart, but because it would be the death of us both. Genevre will either accept this, or she will be on the next plane home to her loving father."
[Edward Bellamonte] (I'mma try not to smack a bitch.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Edward Bellamonte] (I'm gonna hate myself in the morning. Oh, too late.)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 4 (Failure at target 6) [WP]
[Wyrmbreaker] Edward strikes out -- Lukas's hand twitches at his side, but ultimately it's unnecessary. The blow misses. Lukas meets his packmate's eyes squarely when Edward draws back.
Totemlink: Let Kate handle Genevre. You're not helping.
As for Theron -- we'll discuss him later, Kate. Amongst the pack, and without your kinswoman standing audience.
[Theron Locke] Theron watches as Edward's hands lashes out
[ Frenzy Check]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 6, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Edward Bellamonte] Edward's jaw tightens, twitches, and there's a fury that even his sister and longtime packmate have never seen. But there's no further move against the kin, and nothing said.
[Genevre de Provence] Genevre blinks as the hand misses (if he did lash out). She then looks to Kate. "But...." And is quickly silenced. Her head falls, and for once, she actually bites her tongue til it bleeds to keep fom talking.
[Theron Locke] He just watches Kate, listening to her words "well... I am glad of that at least Kate.....I will just have to try and regain your trust. While your decision saddens me, I understand the reasons for it...I would like to hope in the future your decision could..would change. Perhaps in a perfect world a Fang/Lord union would begin to heal the rifts between our tribes."
He winces as Kate smacks her hands before Gen, making him takes pause "If you feel that it is fitting, I make the offer that I will seek out the Theurge Elder or another of my Auspice from this Sept and learn the Rite of Contrition. I will then perform the Rite before you, in apologies for my transgression against you as my packmate and for you as the Elder for the Silver Fang tribe."
Though Theron's eyes then go wide and it takes all wise will to choke down the rage that tried to unleash from his body. Watching Edwards's hand swing out as to bring his hand across his lover's face. Standing there now with clenched fists...as he began to take breaths to calm himself.
[Wyrmbreaker] Enough, Wyrmbreaker snarls suddenly into their minds. Not another word about 'distrust' amongst packmates in front of outsiders. We'll continue this discussion after Katherine is finished with her kin.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Edward's Rage spikes out of control and he does precisely the thing that another of their tribe had attempted not even a week ago. He means to strike the girl, and Lukas' hand is not the only that twitches in anticipation of action. How many more times would she have to step between Garou and this Kinfolk?
How many times? How long before she cannot get there in time and there is nothing but a corpse beneath the feet of a raging monster? The thought makes the Half Moon hiss, her breath escaping through her teeth. Genevre is, blessedly, silent for once and Katherine can only hope that her words have finally penetrated the girl's thick skin. "I am going to escort Genevre home," she announces, and then as Theron addresses her, and offers what he feels is proper contrition for his actions, the Philodox's brow furrows.
She parts her lips -- Lukas snarls across the totem link and she closes her mouth, shakes her head lightly.
"Come, Genevre. I have matters to discuss with my pack that are not for your ears."
[Genevre de Provence] She shook her head to Kate. "I do not want an escort, Mlle. Just.....leave me alone for now, s'il vous plaît. Do what you need to do with your.....pack." She turned, wounded, and began walking away.
[Sinclair] Sinclair has been, except for a barbed comment to Genevre, been silent all this time. She has enough eye makeup on to hide just how sunken her eyes really are by accentuating it, pretending the shadows are false. Her skin is somewhat pale, vaguely sickly-looking when the light from streetlamps hits her face. That sense of everpresent stalking is only worsened by her moon thinning in the sky, to the point that the idea of her standing behind you is unnerving even to other Garou.
"She wasn't offering," Sinclair says flatly to Genevre.
[Theron Locke] Theron is further admonished by his Alpha as orders are snarled across his mind. Theron goes silent and just turns to Lukas waiting. Ready to follow his pack or complete their discussion in private.
[Edward Bellamonte] Ed's hands slip into the pockets of his wool pea coat, and he takes up a lean, all (apparently) casual, but really not so much. Talking to Gen further seems like a phenomenally bad idea, and so he settles to wait for the decision of where they're talking and so forth. Still, his jaw is set, hard in a way almost foreign to a face that had still been boyish only months ago, when he'd left.
[Katherine Bellamonte] (ack, sorry, I snuck in a shower. Kate will let Genevre go home. *zooms to get dressed*)
[Genevre de Provence] Sinclair got the finger , as Gen just continued walking. Worse thing right now, would be a run in with Fons. She just prayed she'd be able to make it to the bar before that happened.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang lifts her fingers to caress the bridge of her nose, breathing out.
"Kinfolk are going to be the death of me."
[Sinclair] Genevre gives Sinclair the finger.
And Sinclair looks at Kate.
Kate doesn't go after Genevre, nor does she nod to the Galliard. Sinclair crosses her arms over her chest, staring at the kinswoman's back as she walks away. When she's gone, she doesn't bother speaking across their link. She turns to look at Theron, her ethereal eyes opaque and alien tonight.
"God, I hope to hell being in her pussy is like touching the face of God, you fucking idiot."
[Wyrmbreaker] Whether or not Kate was offering, Genevre is allowed to leave in peace after all. Wyrmbreaker, silent for some time now, watches her go with glittering pale eyes. He watches her walk away. He watches her hand up come. He watches her flip Sinclair off.
When she's gone beyond the alleymouth, he turns to his packmates. A glance passes over all over them, and then he nods them toward the other end of the alley, away.
The 'discussion', such as it were, is entirely totemic.
Get her on a plane back to Paris by tomorrow.
That's the end of that. Moving on: Theron, you know what you did wrong. Heat of the moment or not, she was a purebred kin of another Tribe. You owed it to the Fangs to at least ask their permission to court their own blood. It's basic respect, and in forgetting, you undermined the authority of your own packsister, which in turn weakens the pack. That was foolish, rash, and less than I expected of you.
Make it right.
Kate. There's a beat of pause -- and then Wyrmbreaker simply sounds baffled. What the hell got into you? Have you forgotten what pack is? How could you threaten to maim your own packmate over something so inconsequential as a kinswoman who can't keep her mouth shut or her legs closed? How could you publically rail at him like that? He's your packmate. We're bound to each other by ties deeper than blood. We're sworn to live and die for each other.
If Theron's weakened the pack by flouting your authority, you've done so tenfold by publically berating him, by announcing to the world that you've lost faith in your own packmate, by losing your goddamn temper at him in the streets. Genevre may be insufferable, Katherine, but keep your head on straight. She's your nineteenth cousin fifty times removed. Theron's your packmate.
A beat of pause.
And that's not even mentioning the vulnerabilities you've exposed. You were at the moot. You saw how that arrogant little shit Fons was behaving. If you don't think he's gunning for your position, and if you don't think he'll use every last piece of ammunition he can get against you, you're wrong.
Get yourself under control, Katherine. We're a pack, and if we don't stand up for each other, no one will.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Have I--, she mentally chokes on the words as if he'd wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed. I? I am nothing but faithful to this pack, Lukas! You, of all of us know this. I did not publicly berate Theron, I dragged him out of public view into an alleyway for the direct purpose of keeping things quiet. Did I lose my temper? Oui. But are you going to suggest that I was not within my rights to be furious at him?
Whether he makes amends to me or not, the fact remains that in the eyes of her father, and this tribe, she is ... Katherine breaks off, a flare of pain entering her eyes. Finding her a suitable mate now is going to be ten times harder, what Silver Fang in his right mind is going to want a girl who opened her legs for a Shadow Lord, for Gaia's sake, who is going to want my sister now?
And oui, let us speak of this Fons who is Genevre's own Cousin. What do you imagine he will do to her when he discovers what she has done?
[Theron Locke] He turns to Sinclair and just looks at her "In my current mood I am half tempted to give you every single delicious detail just so I could watch you squirm. However I like to think myself a gentleman, and a gentleman never discusses his lovers. I only wish Genvre had been somewhat more discreet." he sighed and shrugged "Though truely Sinclar I have no interest in starting a disagreement with you as well."
He goes quiet when he is berated by his Alpha. The loss of honor in his Alpha's eyes almost palpable. He simply replies to him I will do what is needed
[Genevre de Provence] *is off in the closest bar (IC) getting smashed*
[Sinclair] "Yeah, you could try," Sinclair says wryly. "And you're acting real gentlemanly there, yourself. Maybe you could get off your high horse, Theron. You just sound proud of yourself, despite what you're saying about contrition and avoiding disagreement."
She shakes her head, huffing out a breath. "You wish she'd been more discreet? All of us felt how close you came to snapping when E--" a beat, a moment of thought, "Edward tried to smack her. You totally lost your head over this rather fucking rude woman, and totally stepped on all the Fangs you're packed with by doing so and... dude, I can't even talk to you right now."
Sinclair throws up her gloved hands at that, dismissive. And shutting up.
[Wyrmbreaker] I don't give a damn about your kin, Lukas snaps. I care about this pack.
And you just announced that you'd lost your trust in Theron. In front of Genevre. Who is Fons's cousin. Fons, who's barely submitting to you as it is. Stop worrying about your kin for one second and look at the position you've put yourself in. If he doesn't challenge you for eldership by the next moot, I'll be damn surprised.
All along Lukas has been walking -- long, determined strides in the rough direction of the Brotherhood. Whereas Theron and Sinclair converse aloud, the Shadow Lord doggedly sticks to the totemphone, which makes the sudden gesture of his hand in the vague direction of Genevre's departure all the more out of place.
Get that woman on a goddamn plane back to Paris. If she stays here, she'll either hound you to death or, worse, get her mouthy ass killed. And then you'll really have a kin crisis on your hands.
[Edward Bellamonte] ".....I meant to miss." But it's more darkly amused, wry, than anything else. He knows his weaknesses, after all. "And yes, I am Edward. You are Sinclair, oui? Enchante. And Kate and Sinclair are both right," he adds.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine's retort is bitterly amused.
Perhaps I should let him have it, just so he can get a taste of what he's actually asking for. Perhaps I am fighting a pointless war, attempting to lead my tribe here. It is also stained by an unfamiliar bite of resignation, she steps over to the curb, and breaks away from the pack.
I need some air, I will join you shortly.
From the rear, the Half Moon's shoulders are deeply hunched.
[Edward Bellamonte] And Edward instantly breaks away as well; his hands are still in his pockets, and he moves to his sister's side. We'll catch up, comes over totem lines, and he says nothing, does nothing, but stand with Kate for a long moment. "Cela pourrait être pire, ma sœur. Nous allons régler ce problème." It's quiet, and for the barest of moments, he's the older brother she remembers, not the near-stranger who looks like him.
[Theron Locke] Theron just looked at Sinclair, he went to open his mouth .. to defend himself against her accusations. But instead he just sighed and looked down at the ground "I suppose you are right there Sinclair....about everything. I realise Genevre has a mouth... and that she seems to lack the skill to know when to close it...but I could not see her being hit... no matter what she and I have done."
He watches as Sinclair throws her hands up , as he was about to add something. He starts "I guess I have an apology to make to the pack...." and it trails off, as it seems that his packmate isn't prepared to listen to him at present anyway.
[Wyrmbreaker] You are, Lukas doesn't, in fact, let Katherine drop behind. He wheels around to face her, stopping as the rest of his pack passes him by, far and away the best elder your tribe in this city could hope to have. You're the only one with any sense of what's important in the long run. The rest of them are all too childish or too caught up in their power games.
They're also a lot more batshit crazy than you are. Which, for the first time this whole night, there's the barest flicker of humor in Lukas's mindvoice, is really saying something, Kate.
The Shadow Lord raises a hand, rubs it over the side of his face. Drops it.
You're a good Fang elder. And a good packmate. Just ... keep your priorities straight, okay?
His eyes flick between Edward and Katherine. Then he turns away and starts walking again, following in Sinclair and Theron's wake now.
[Sinclair] When Lukas stops, Sinclair's steps hitch. She looks over at him, at the two Bellamontes separating off. Theron is speaking to her, and for what it's worth, she hears him. She frowns at Edward and Kate, turns that frown on Theron. It eases from her expression a moment later, but she doesn't reply.
She shakes her head, bumps her shoulder against his arm, and starts walking again. It still puts her and the Theurge ahead of their Alpha. Having been quiet on their link up til now, she adds:
Look at it this way, Kate: you could have Alexander Vaughn in your tribe.
Which seems to be her way of saying... it can always, always get worse.
[Wyrmbreaker] Two words, Lukas adds, wry. Agnessa Malikoff.
[Sinclair] Who?
[Katherine Bellamonte] Katherine's features seem kinder than they have all evening, now. Even the bitter amusement has fled her lips and left her seeming, if not exhausted, at a loose end. When Lukas speaks, she just nods her head minutely in agreement, in understanding, perhaps in part in gratitude.
When Sinclair adds that she could be the Guardian of someone as off-putting as Alexander Vaughn, they can all hear the snort of her amusement, Agnessa Malikoff gets a shudder. A strange pallid creature that belongs to Lukas' tribe. I once had the pleasure of testing her for lies every week, that was a precious time I shall not soon forget.
[Edward Bellamonte] Oh, I forgot her. Did she die? And still, Edward stays with his sister until she's ready to move on.
[Wyrmbreaker] I think her brother finally locked her up somewhere. I might just be hoping, though.
He's caught up to Sinclair and Theron now. When he falls in step beside them, the Ahroun tips his head back, draws a breath of cool night air. When he exhales it again, some weight seems to have lifted from him. His packmates nearest him can hear him breath a quiet laugh out.
What a crazy night.
[Sinclair] A moment after Lukas speaks, Sinclair sends a song to them over their link, the equivalent of humming along to the tune that is brought -- in varying degrees of clarity -- into all their minds, depending on their familiarity with it before she chimed in. To those that hear words along with the tune:
A dream is a wish your heart makes...
But then Lukas catches up. And it switches, abruptly, to a newer song. This time, however, Sinclair starts belting it out aloud:
"And everything looks so complete, when you're walkin' out on the street - and the wind catches your feet, and sets you flyin', cryyyin'..."
She looks expectantly at the others. "Don't leave me hangin', fuckers."
[Katherine Bellamonte] Eventually, Katherine takes her brother's arm and begins to wander in a slightly differing direction than the remainder of the pack. The siblings will no doubt rejoin them in a short time, perhaps after they have talked over possibilities for what to do with a troublesome Kinswoman who was related to another Houses' ruling King.
Tell me about it.
Comes one final rejoinder from Katherine, before they are swallowed up by shadows.
[Wyrmbreaker] Lukas, of course, does not sing.
A moment later, however -- and very softly -- he hums the remainder of that refrain. And then he grins at Sinclair suddenly, brilliantly, a savage expression that would frighten a human.
Not her, though. And not Theron. They're his packmates.
[Edward Bellamonte] Ooooh wee, the wild night is callin', is Edward's mental retort to the words he can hear down the street, even as Katherine takes his arm.
[Sinclair] Edward's contribution is alone over the totemlink. Sinclair, hearing no one chime in aloud, is shaking her head in disgust at her packmates, flatly intoning: "You guys su--"
Until Lukas hums.
Even Kate and Edward can hear how hard that makes her laugh.
