Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:30:05 PM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:31:16 PM)
(( So, the last thing I posted before asking if I had bored you to death was something about...)) *Watching her fan her self, head still tilted* Did someone light a fire in your blood? *There is no judgement in his voice, just a question*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:34:57 PM)
(:P!)
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:35:47 PM)
*She simply stared back at him, with a soft "Yes...".*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:38:12 PM)
*He smiles softly, readjusting the heating vents* Well. Thank you for that compliment. *he settles back in the drivers seat, hand on the gear shift again.* Will that attraction make it difficult for you to be my guardian?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:44:44 PM)
(Back, sorry)
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:45:16 PM)
(( it's ok ))
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:46:44 PM)
*She shook her head.* No...*A soft chuckle, then speaking gently.* Despite my...previous endeavor, I can differentiate between love, attraction and ...lust. It's within me to do so. The love I have for protecting my family, my pack and my kin runs deeper than any other feeling.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:49:33 PM)
*He nods* I would never want to make your life more difficult, Rowan. that is not why I am here. *he grins at her and looks into her eyes* I think that you will be a fine guardian, and I put my life in your hands. Thank you for being willing to watch over me, Rowan. *he shivers one last time before he seems to finally have warmed up*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 5:56:20 PM)
*She nods in acknowledgement of what he has said and exhaled, breaking the gaze so that he could drive safely. Leaning back slightly, she picked up her sweater from where she had tossed it in the back seat, and offered it to him.* Are you still cold?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 5:59:45 PM)
No, I am warm enough now, Rowan, besides, I would worry about soaking your sweater with my pheremones. *he glances to her* I am afraid of driving you crazy, and that is not something I want to do. *He flashes her a soft smile, kind eyes shining at her, his hand still on the shifter*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:02:15 PM)
*She smirked a little, shaking her head.* You and those words of yours, Thomas. And I will accustom myself to them in no time.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:04:43 PM)
My words, or my pheremones? *still smiling as he drives, enjoying the open road with her. He's not a showy driver, but safe and careful. He keeps heading out away from the city, pulling off on a little back road that winds through the bayou, taking in the natural splendor around them*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:14:35 PM)
(Sorry, still here.)
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:14:48 PM)
(Seems when I get on Skype rings, phone rings, door knocks....UGH.)
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:15:12 PM)
(( it's cool. I was having the same problem. Only I didn't have door knocks, people just barge in on me. ))
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:15:37 PM)
*She smirks, rolling her eyes playfully.* I haven't decided yet.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:18:03 PM)
*he laughs at the eye roll.* Forgive me, I've spent a lot of time in some deep back woods, and their aren't that many articulate, attractive trueborn of my tribe out there. I sometimes forget how to behave. *Taking a hand off the shifter he points out a flock of marsh walking birds in flight* It's nice to have a family like that.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:26:25 PM)
*She gave him a look.* If I am attractive then you must have some very,...very interesting stories of dates gone weird. *She giggled slightly, and nodded when he pointed to the birds.* The egrets? Yes...definitely. They are always in flocks like that. They are called 'egrets'.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:27:07 PM)
*She looked at him for a moment, then looked back at the birds.* I count...thirteen. Can you imagine that many people living under one roof?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:29:06 PM)
Or, I just have a slightly different deffinition of what I find attractive. *he flashes her a smile* Personality and the ability to protect me goes a long way.* And not being a biologist, I appreciate the knowledge of the local fauna. *he grins* I can imagine that many people under one roof, especially if it was a thatched one. some of the tribes I worked with in South America had three generations under one roof. It was very homey.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:33:05 PM)
*Her brow lifted.* Very nice. I think that would be good for children to live with the elders in their family. They would learn something without wanting to feel rebellious as they would with their parents. *She shrugged.* That's one of the best things I loved about growing up with my grandmother always around. she knew how to explain things in such a way that my parents never were able to.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:36:04 PM)
*He raises an eyebrow, liking the thought of having that much family in one place himself.* That would make the rearing of young more agreeable. Hopefully, if my mother found out she had a grandchild, I hope that would snap her out of the... mood... she has been in since my father's death. *he is much more relaxed now, his pheremones are still present, but they are no longer surging through him like a horny teenager. He settles into his seat, taking it easy around turns near a beautiful marsh, enjoying this drive*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:44:55 PM)
*She enjoyed the view, speaking on his statement a bit with a slightly knowing nod and tone.* ...everyone is responsible for her? She is ornery for no reason other than bitterness from the loss and her affection is shown in her silence? *She sighed.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:46:43 PM)
*he nods* She... spent a good deal of time catatonic after father died in her arms. While I was traveling I had to leave her in the care of father's pack, but once I get settled, I would like to bring her back down here so I can care for her myself. I still love her dearly.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 6:55:46 PM)
*She look at him, almost bewilderedly.* That's...very nice, Thomas. You must care for her very much. I mean, given the fact that she is your grandmother is merely obligation for some people. That is refreshing to hear. *She looked a little lighthearted at hearing him speak about his grandmother.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 6:57:34 PM)
She is family, and she is all the blood I ahve left in this world. I would be a poor example of our people if I left her in a hospital somewhere for strangers to take care of her. *he glances over to her briefly as he drives* Most women do not like the fact that I would like to take on more obligations for my time.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:01:11 PM)
*She nodded, smiling.* I am sure she will be much happier with you. *She averted her gaze to the scenery for a moment, her brow furrowing only slightly. Clearing her throat, she kept the conversation going.* What is your living situation right now? Do you plan on staying at the Sept?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:03:25 PM)
I have an apartment, but I was advised to remain in the sept barracks untill such a time as the threat tot hte kin was over, or I had found a guardian willing to put me up with them. I can stay at teh sept if that makes your life easier for you, though I will admit, I miss having a private room. *he snickers* Nothing like having people walk in on you while you are dressing for bed.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:13:02 PM)
*She nods.* Well, I think Sarah and I will be looking for a location that's better as a packhouse...something closer to the Sept, instead of my house, which is an hour away. If it is approved that I become your official guardian, then you are more than welcome to take the spare room in my house. Right now, it is just Sarah and I staying there. That leaves two bedrooms to choose from.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:14:07 PM)
*he looks over to her, seeming surprised at teh offer* You... would invite me into your home like that? *he blushes slightly, a little color coming to his cheeks* I really dont' take up that much space, and I promise you would never notice I was there.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:16:55 PM)
Yes, for your safety. As long as Grandmother Hilma approves, of course.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:18:04 PM)
*The blush deepens* Then I will await her aproval, but I will be prepared to move once that happens, my Guardian. *his voice is soft, but not weak as he speaks to her, and she can smell just a little bit more of his pheremones*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:18:44 PM)
*She clenches her jaw slightly, looking over at him.* Please...just...call me Rowan?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:19:43 PM)
Rowan it is then. Apologies, father would wish me to be respectful, but it would be a great dishonor to not abide by your request. *he's so amenable to her requests*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:22:12 PM)
*She eyed him.* Would you loosen up? Please? *She smirked a little.* You're not on trial here, you know.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:22:59 PM)
I will endeavour to be more relaxed for you, Rowan-rhya. I know I am not on trial, but beign respectful of the true born is somethign my father engrained in me.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:24:04 PM)
And you will have the protection I can give you, to the best that Gaia allows. *She reached over, giving a squeeze to his hand, nodding firmly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:26:56 PM)
*He goes still as she touches him, mentally trying to control his body's reaction to her touch to teh best of his ability* I apreciate that, Rowan. *he smiles at her, a little bit of color still in his cheeks* You will be a good guardian for me I think.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:29:28 PM)
*She pulls her hand away.* I hope to be. I couldn't bear hearing about anyone from the Sept being taken by that demon...
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:30:23 PM)
*he nods* And I would be very sad if that someone were me. *he chuckles* But lets face it, I am probably easy pickings without soemoen to watch over me.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:33:20 PM)
You don't look meek or incapable, Thomas. I am sure with some training you could at least learn to dispell bad spirits, perhaps. Especially with your knowledge of artifacts, and all that.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:34:22 PM)
*he looks up to her, a bit embarassed and proud at the same time of ehr estimation of his abilities* Then I will work towards that end. I would like to be a little bit more to you and the people than a fussy old book worm.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:37:00 PM)
If that is all you can be, Thomas then simply be the fussy old book worm. *She smiled.* Hm, I think you can Cole would be able to get along. He is quite book-ish, in a good way. Very dedicated to tasks. *She smiled a little.* Did you see him straighten up when you introduced yourself?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:39:48 PM)
I met him last night, and I did notice he was almost as fastidious as I am. *he grins* WE could have some sort of ettiquet contest, see who knows the most number of proper forks with dedicated uses? *he notices her smile* That smile of yours truely lights up your face, did you know that, Rowan?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:45:32 PM)
*She pressed her lips together, to keep from smiling with a small shake of her head.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:46:51 PM)
It does. Trust me on that. *He finds a nice secluded spot to park with a glorious view of the marsh* This was actually that spot I had in mind to take you to to howl at the moon. *he looks to her face, killing the engine* Have I picked well?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:51:14 PM)
*She looked around from inside the car at the marsh, still able to see the main road and cars passing now and then. She exited the car, forgoing the sweater.* Let me see...I believe you have. Wait here, please. *She shut the door, and stepped away from the car into a slow jog, then running faster until she sprinted swiftly across the marsh. She managed to step onto the drier patches of dirt, only hitting a shallow puddle now and then. She sniffed the air while sprinting, eyes looking around for anything odd.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 7:53:17 PM)
*he waits in the car, watching her go, and now that she is gone, he lets himself fully enjoy the sight of her, tracing her body with his eyes, propping himself on the steering wheel. He sighs contentedly, envious of her spped and her strength, but glad to have found a willing protector. Under his breath, he mutters* What do you think of her Father? She... she intrigues me.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 7:57:51 PM)
*After a few minutes she returns, hair wildly flailing about as she comes to a slow jog a few yards from the car. She turns, looking around at the scenery and places her hands on top of her head, simply enjoying the view before returning to the car. Opening the door, she slides into her seat, being sure to kick off any excess dirt, mud and grass from her shoes.* It's safe...and lovely out here. *She is smiling, cheeks flushed slightly from exertion and hair askew. She checks herself out in the visor mirror for a few minutes, placing her hair back into some sort of civilized form.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:00:26 PM)
*he leans over, carefull not to get too close to her, and opens the glove box, pullign out a cheap plastic comb and offering it to her with nimble fingers* You are very athletic, Rowan-rhya, and I must say, it is a pleasure to watch you run like that. *He is still al ittle closer to her than he was before, becoming very comfortable around her as the day wears on, relaxing per her request, his blue eyes sparkling up at her*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:01:54 PM)
Thank you...*She took the comb, working it through her hair as she spoke while looking at him.* I train with Sarah when we are not busy. But, I love running...that is my favorite thing to do.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:04:04 PM)
Running seems to be a popular past time, around the sept. I have run a few marathons, myself, and if you would enjoy company on your runs, I imagine it would be safer for me than hiding under a cupboard untill you return. *he flashes her a smile, watching her use his comb, enjoying that simple gesture*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:17:48 PM)
*She hands him the comb back, smiling.* Thank you for letting me use that. As for a running partner...that's not a bad idea. I would like that...and Keenan would be elated to have another challenger in the races around the Sept. *She grinned.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:21:28 PM)
My second night at the sept, He crushed me like I was standing still, but then again, at the end, he had twice as many feet as I did. *he smiles, taking the comb and his eyes dart from hers to her smile and linger there for a bit.* It was all in good fun, and I think I gave a good showing of myself. I must say, it has been a very productive few days for me at the sept. A handy place to meet all the new faces I must learn. *Thomas is mooning just a little bit over Rowan, and after putting the comb back he reaches back to the back seat, collecting her sweater and offering it to her wordlessly*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:23:22 PM)
*She laughs a bit, shaking her head.* Keenan is Keenan, a good garou and a good leader, too. *She sighed, nodding.* He very much kept me alive during a recent encounter. *She rubbed at her shoulder idly, taking the sweater.* Oh...thank you.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:26:14 PM)
You are most welcome, Rowan, and ... *he looks down a bit blushing* I am glad ot hear that he kept you in good health. *his eyes are on her shoulder as she massages it, and his hand twitches subconsciouslyy as if he wnated to give her wounded flesh succor, but knowing better than to touch her without permission.* I feel we will be a good match, you as my guardian. Thank you for having this conversation with me... spending this time with me. I hope I have helped to put your own mind at ease as well.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:30:27 PM)
He was doing his job...I have recently learned the skill for healing in combat. I hope to be of more assistance this next round, if I am included in an investigation. *She nodded, leaning sideways against the passenger seat, simply watching him.* Do you promise to behave yourself? In all aspects...it will be me who has to answer for your doings. *She smiled slowly.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:33:34 PM)
I will be on my best behavior for you. I will listen, I will follow instructions without question, back talk, or disrespect. Should you see fault in my behavior, I expect you to correct it, and I will understnad waht ever form these behavior corections may take. *he rubs his jaw* My father had a potent back hand. And as fragile as I may pretend to be, I am made of stern stuff.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:40:27 PM)
That...is good to hear. But you didn't have to say all of that, Thomas. I figured you knew my wishes without me having to vocalize them. Being Uktena kin, and all. *She smiled.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:42:17 PM)
Father taught me to not make assumptions, and to be specific in my speach with the trueborn. *he really enjoys her smile as it graces her lips* Tell me, is there anythign specific to this region, a list of do's and don't's I should commit to memory?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:51:16 PM)
*She nodded.* Always show your best qualities, while not forgetting to be yourself. If there is anything anyone around here discourages, it is lack of sincerity. But, try not to overdo it, it'll come across as fake.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:52:52 PM)
*he nods as she speaks* Shouldn't be a problem for me, then. I may be diplomatic, but never duplicitous. Hiding the truth makes for a poor academic. *His smile is warm and bright, his eyes glimmering a bright blue* And any other personal additions you wish to make to my code of conduct?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:53:36 PM)
Hmm...expect liquor in some form at a party and know that funerals around here are celebrated with parades.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:55:00 PM)
I don't mind liquor, though untill I had someone who I knew would be watchign over me, I didn't want to leave myself vulnerable to it's influence. *he smiles* I have heard of the parades for the dead. I hope it is a long time before I witness one for someone I know, but the ritual of it is... intellectually interesting to me given my studies.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:55:52 PM)
How so?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:56:49 PM)
Death rituals are one of the most varried and most important to their originiating cultures. I have participated in half a dozen different funeral rights, but never a parade.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:58:39 PM)
Oh...well here, they are fairly uplifting.
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 8:58:48 PM)
*She simply watched him still, eyes studying his face.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 8:59:55 PM)
That is part of why I would like to join in one. *His face is open to her, his life like a book, and his eyes shine with bearly hidden interest. There is no fear in him of her, just smitten adoration like a teenager with a crush*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:05:42 PM)
*She sees the look on his face, and her cheeks turn red.* Is...there something on your mind?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:07:52 PM)
Several things, Rowan-rhya, most of them of a deeply personal nature, but still, at the fore front every time you blush is how that color on your cheeks makes your eyes look vibrantly alive. *He smiles very gently, and moves his hand between them again, not moving it*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:12:45 PM)
*She turns slightly red...*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:13:53 PM)
*he is still and motionless as she blushes more, save for the smile broadening on his face. He seems to have a deep pool of calm and self control as he is content to just be near her, watching*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:14:43 PM)
*She leans forward slightly, daringly.* You are something else.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:15:42 PM)
*She can see his pupils dilate as she leans closer, his head tilting slightly to the side, and that is his only movement* And what is that something else I am, in your opinion, Rowan-rhya?
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:20:11 PM)
*She gives him a long, hard stare before looking down, speaking gently.* You are my kin...my ward, if the Elder deems it proper, Thomas.
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:21:53 PM)
*he accepts her stare, and lets her break the gaze* I hope the elder finds no fault with this situation, but I do not think that was the entire meaning behind your words, Rowan-rhya. *he licks his lips a little as they have become dry*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:27:34 PM)
*Her lower lip trembled once as she looked into his eyes.*
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:29:04 PM)
*he meets her eyes, catching the lower lip motion from his periphreal vision, still as stone, silent as shadow, his hand still between them. She can hear his pulse racing a bit as he holds very still, not wanting to provoke an instinctual response in her*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:30:49 PM)
Um...*She clears her throat.* Let's...go to the Sept? Maybe? You can meet more people?
Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:32:01 PM)
As you wish, rowan-rhya. *he starts the car and leaves his hand on the stick shift as he drives her out to the sept*
Rowan Wintermoon (Nov 29, 2011 9:33:07 PM)
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Thomas J. Morgan (Nov 29, 2011 9:33:13 PM)
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