Family Practice

[singindemonhq]

The Corona De La Sangre dojo is still running. It takes a while to learn those kinds of skills, especially if you've spent a couple of millenia depending on mojo. It was quite tricky in some ways, during the Hunters' Moon, but things should settle down, now.

I've picked up some experience since we've been travelling through the last four of five dimensions, but there's always more to learn - that's the idea behind having the dojo, of course.

By the customs where I come from the operative just meets whoever fate serves up and takes her away with him. I've never been too sure about how people here are supposed to feel about their in-laws - by the time they make a song and dance about it things have probably gone wrong. Anyway, the Little Wolf set it up so I was combat-paired with my brother-in-law.

I hadn't been over-pleased not to have been able to stay near enough to Erynne to be sure she was OK during the Hunters' Moon. I don't usually wait in the audience and sometimes it helps to just work off tension. I practice a lot anyway, but ... Stephen maybe had troubles of his own, too - at least when he found out about my combat methods. (I did not toast him! I didn't make the slightest attempt.) It's just natural for me to smoke out when anyone tries to get to close grips.

When Erynne they decided that it wasn't permitted I was Ok about it.
<Firewalled against all who mean harm,
see the words,
obey the charm. It might not do for Stephen and the rest of them to see how often that's creative use of illusion, anyway. A fast illusion can sometimes give me time to really smoke out or not, of course.

Then - my clothes do tend to ... reshape if somebody grabs at them... It's not "cheating". We're all learning new tricks, combat tricks, anyway. Using that much Mojo can use up a a lot of energy, if the operative gets out of practice, so I haven't had much time to update this journal and so on. I must think up some kind of training that Erynne and me can have some fun with.

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[wyrd-fates.livejournal.com]

A glittering thread seems to unwind from thin air. At one end,
a spider appears, sliding down the thread, growing in size,
is replaced by the form of a young woman, watching you curiously.

Which of us should speak for all?
One, ye mortals only call
at death
One, to spin out a child's
first breath
Our other sister, a mother fair,
guides the threads
From darkness here to an ending
there...

[singindemonhq.livejournal.com]

Now I think we plainly see
the original power of three
first the maiden gathers wool,
then the mother with her spool,
Then the eldest lifts her hand,
counts our days and cuts the strand.

[w-rosenberg.livejournal.com]

*shivers, watching the Moirae with apprehension*

[-chaos--theory-.livejournal.com]

A greeting, Sisters.