"We'll have to wait and see... unless the Lady decides to be more forthcoming."

[hazlogs]

It is currently 22:16 Pacific Time on Fri Sep 26 2003.

Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 62 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the north at 7 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.10 and rising, and the relative humidity is 60 percent. The dewpoint is 48 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius.)

Currently the moon is in the waxing No Moon phase (6% full).

By the Waterfall

The rugged walls of the canyon reach their highest at this point of the caern. A small underground spring exits the rock face, some 20 feet up the 30 feet high cliff, spilling gently and playfully across angled rocks, running down its face. The chilled, garden hose like flown contributes tiny ripples upon its entrance to an otherwise placid, shallow pool of water. A light mist rises up from this place, cooling any who loiter long.

The old growth forest surrounding the caern has been hewn down out to 150', leaving only stumps as tombstones for the mighty trees that once sheltered the caern. The ground has a light covering of grasses and weeds and wildflowers and occasional sapling trees, but nothing larger than that.

To the west, cool mist kicked up by the falls mingles with warmer steam from geothermal sources; these mists swirl around the caern to the north. The caern's center lies northwest of here. You can pick out what seems to be a hazardous trail over rock and up the wall, to the side of the waterfall.

Jamethon sits by the waterfall, a looks on concentration on his face though with eyes closed and legs crossed, its obviously just meditation.

Salem comes down the trail into the caern, his approach barely audible over the noise of falling water. He spots the Get of Fenris and is about to call out a greeting when he notices that the other is in meditation. So, instead, the Walker keeps silent and casts a look over the quiet caern.

Jamethon turns his head over his shoulder when the alpha arrives, something in the reflection of the water seems to leap away from James at that point, as if a living shadow on the surface that fades from view as it retreats. "Alpha," He calls out to Salem, pushing himself up to stand on his own feet. "I was hoping to run in to you."

Salem glances back over at the Get. "Then it's fortunate that I ran into _you_," he says amiably. He turns to face Jamethon, hands resting in the pockets of his long coat. "What can I do for you?"

Jamethon shakes his head at this, "I require nothing," though he does continue, "I spoke with Chimera. Luckily she seems pleased with the new gatekeeper. But she told me two things. First thing I would love to take care of, but I need to know where to go to do so. I need to learn the rite of the opened sky, to strengthen the bond between realm and shadow here at the next moot. But the second part is the part I wanted you to hear. I don't quite know what to make of it, but I figured it is something the alpha needed to hear. Chimera said: And soon the fire may come... I asked her what we should do to prepare for the fire and she told me: Do not fear the fire that does not burn. I've thought long and hard, but can't quite make out what she meant... other then that we should be prepared... for something."

Salem's mouth thins, some of his apparant good mood evaporating. "The fire that does not burn? Mmn." He frowns. "I suppose that means whatever's coming isn't... dangerous." He sounds skeptical, though, and shakes his head. "As for the rite... well. I assume that someone down in San Francisco knows the rite, as well as any others you'd want to learn."

Jamethon thinks on this a moment and nods. "Yes. San Francisco, Chimera may open a moon bridge for me to go there since it is for something she speficially requested. And as far as her 'warning'... the most I can figure is that perhaps it is something not really of danger to us in and of it self. Rather something that we may benefit from... or perhaps will cause us great harm if we miss whatever it is."

Salem makes another curt 'mmm' noise, still frowning. "We'll have to wait and see... unless the Lady decides to be more forthcoming." His tone suggests that he doubts that she will. "Speaking of teaching," he says, changing the subject only slightly, "we never did get around to you learning Rite of Passage."

Jamethon shakes his head slightly at the mentioning of the ritual. "I honestly don't have the time right now. However, if you don't mind, I'll send Erika to you to learn it in my stead. The priority is the Caern and its spiritual well being."

Salem nods. "It's a good rite for a halfmoon to know. Good, that's fair."

Jamethon nods approvingly, "And as for you... you holding up alright? Part of this caern's spiritual wellbeing is that of its alpha." His tone is not exactly assertive, but is firm.

"I'm fine, thank you." Salem's tone is a touch cooller, but only a touch. He regards the Get evenly.

Jamethon doesn't perhaps, look too convinced, "You're a city walker alpha of a wild caern. It flavors the spirit of this place, and I swim in that spirit. When the time comes, you'll know where to find me. There is a fire already here, and we have felt how it burns."

Salem's eyes narrow subtly. "I'll keep that in mind. Is there anything else you needed to bring to my attention?"

Jamethon seems to be lost in thought for a second before looking back to Salem. "No Scar-Rhya. We are content with what has been shared."

Salem arches an eyebrow at the plural pronoun, but doesn't comment. Instead, he simply nods. "I'm going to be patrolling the northern bawn tonight. Howl if you need me." With that, he moves through the caern toward the north, shifting smoothly down to wolf form as he goes.

Jamethon nods to this and offers, "Our pack is looking to claim the wild forest just south of the bawn. That is where you'll find me."

With this, the theurge moves back over to the waterfall, and looking deeply into the surface, disappears from view.