Sue's arrival.
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kiananlogsTuesday, 3 April 2012
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (83% full).
It's been a long day on the road and day has given way to night and darkness. A lone motorcycle roars as it cruises down the road, and Sue slows from highway speeds to those that are more appropriate for trying to find an unfamiliar place that one has only had directions to once.
April walks along the side of the road, her eyes glancing towards the foliage on the sides warily as if expecting it to come after her if she were to ignore it for too long. The sound of the vehicle on the road doesn't even seem to get her attention as she comes to a spot and looks off into the trees.
On the other hand, the person walking by the side of the road does get Sue's attention, and after a moment, he pulls the motorcycle to the side of the road, fifty feet ahead of her or so when she looks off into the trees. There's a good bit of care given to dismounting, and a folding hiking pole is pulled out and leaned on slightly. "Well, well," the metis calls out, an easily recognisable smirk in his voice. "Hey you!"
"You certainly know how to disrupt the peace when someone is watching the vines," April replies without looking back towards the one with the bike. Finally, she turns her head to look towards the new arrival, her eyes going over him once before looking towards the woods again.
Sue ducks his head and grins a little. "I'm sorry, April-rhya," he offers. For the moment, Sue stays near the motorcycle. "Just had nearly thought I was getting lost trying to find my way, until I saw you walking." A pause, and his glance fixes on the fostern intently for a long moment, before going back to also look at the forest.
April waves off the words from the man and turns back towards him with a small smile. "I'm just glad you can follow directions to even get out here, though I was thinking I'd hear you clattering along the road instead of riding that thing."
The metis snorts, perhaps a little bit amused. "What, and fall over before I've gone twenty feet? I'll pass," he says, and then nods to the bike. "Galene got her for me, gift 'fore I left." There's a faint wistfulness at the mention of the kin, "She sends her best, by the way. And her baking, too, I still have some of the sweets. I'm supposed to share them with you."
April raises a brow at the mention of the sweets. "The fact that there are some left of her sweets is a miracle," she states as she steps towards bike and Metis a little. "It's good to see you again."
Sue looks up, then shifts his gaze from one side to the other, back and forth a minute as if he's got no clue what April's talking about with miracles. "She was baking for over a week to send with me. If I had any more I'd explode," he states, wry. "Good to see you too. So how do we get back to the house, and…" the word trails off in unspoken question and uncertainty as to whether or not he'll be welcome to stay there.
April smirks before motioning towards a path a little ways away. "The house is that way, though I don't know how the others will greet you when they find you here. You could stay at Edgewood, but that's getting tricky to get to."
Sue nods, fidgeting slightly with the strap of the hiking pole. "I'll take tricky, I think," he decides. "I'd rather meet everyone else on more neutral terms, not push my luck." A headshake follows that, and a small smile for April.
April hmphs as she continues to smile some. "Edgewood's that way," she motions towards down the road. "One very serious rule though before you go farther." She raises a hand up and eyes Sue. "Do not eat the fruit you find around the bawn."
There is, for a brief and fleeting moment, an implication that the philodox might have recently pushed his luck, that being why he's not keen to repeat the experience. But he hides it well enough, and then nods. "What's with the fruit, then?" Sue asks in response.
April narrows her eyes and takes a couple more steps towards the lad. "What did you do?" she asks, her eyes looking him over as if expecting him to sprout the antlers to go with those hooves of his. "Sue?"
Sue fidgets with the hiking pole a moment and then sits back down on the motorcycle, hiking pole across his lap, and he glances up at April, then down to the ground. His ears can't splay in this form, but he's doing a good job of giving that impression anyway. "What, oh. I made a decision people didn't like," he explains, chewing on his lip.
April's eyes narrow just a little more before she shakes her head. "You'll tell me more later," she states. "Follow me," is added before she shifts down to lupus form and takes off down the road towards Edgewood House.
Sue swallows and nods. "Yes, aunt," he states quietly, using the more formal address before he swings to adjust his seat, and the motorcycle revs into life to follow.
April leads the way to the house, shifting once more once she reaches the porch and moves to walk inside without waiting for the metis to keep up. She heads straight for the living room and a seat there.
Sue takes a moment longer to catch up with April, parking the bike near the porch and digging through one of the saddlebags to come up with a tupperware container, which he carries inside. Even inside, he continues to use the hiking pole for balance as he walks, and he nods to April when he sets it on the table. "Baklava, cookies, and loukoumades, courtesy of Galene," he says, then taking a seat on a chair nearby.
April sits a little straighter when the lad comes in and eyes the sweets he lays out on the table. "She really outdid herself," she states before looking back up at the lad. "Now tell me what you did." Nope, she hasn't forgotten.
Sue nods once more. "Yes, aunt," he says, gaze resting low somewhere halfway between them. "For my task, the council of halfmoons at Golden Gate turned over to me a dispute. Between Keegan, the Fianna Ahroun, he's Fostern now too," Sue says, "and aunt Thera. When Keegan made Fostern he started being a dick," the metis continues, putting it bluntly, "and aunt Thera objected, and challenged Keegan but when she lost, didn't drop things."
April reaches out for one of the sweets before sitting back in her seat. "Sit down and relax already," she states before taking a small nibble. "So you had to judge the two. What did you decide?"
There's still slight tension evident in Sue's posture as he leans back in the chair and folds the hiking pole, but the moon's big. Nonetheless, the philodox has it well under control. "Both Keegan and aunt Thera violated the litany," he states, flatly. "Not only did they each disrespect the other's territory, but their dispute and the extent of it disrespected the territory of the Sept, too. Keegan did not submit to someone higher in station then him, and aunt Thera did not show him even the smidgen of respect that he is due." It's clear, that overall, Sue does take his tribemate's side in this, or at least doesn't have very much patience for the actions of the Fianna. "Both were, therefore, to make Contrition to the other, to the Sept, and both Keegan and aunt Thera were ostracised, because they made their dispute the problem of everyone in the Sept."
April listens silently and perhaps it's thanks to Grandmother Tree that she doesn't show much anger or other reaction to the story. "Just, try not to make any ripples around here until you get settled in, alright?" she states before smiling. "You'll need to see Little Silvertip or Jacinta soon to work out Chiminage if you really are here to stay."
Sue nods, setting the folded hiking pole aside and reaching to grab one of the cookies from the container, careful not to get powdered sugar from it everywhere. "Yes, aunt April," Sue acknowledges, significantly more at ease than he'd been during the story. "I'll try. Like I said, I'm about done with causing ripples or pushing my luck, and so." Another nod. "I'd like to stay, I think. Seems nice up here."
April offers a small smile for the lad. "You've not seen even a little of what's been going on around here," she states, nibbling at her sweet. "The Caern is all but cut off from us because the wyld has gone crazy. There's spirits going everywhich way because of this or that. Bawn fruit makes weird things happen, and all this is just the tip of the iceberg."
Sue furrows his brows, some, and despite his best efforts he does have powdered sugar on his face, as is the way of youngsters. "In which case it sounds like you guys can use all the people you can get," he says, quietly, "and I should stay about and see where I can make myself useful. Maybe after I've settled, see about finding a pack." Though it does seem the metis is uncertain, about packing. "So, how does one find the Alpha or the Warder, here?"
April carefully finishes off her sweet and crosses her arms. "I'm packed with the warder, actually. Jacinta-rhya, Wendigo Ahroun. As for the Alpha of the sept, that would be Little Silvertip. He nearly struck me the first time I met him because I took offense to him sticking his canine nose between my legs."
Sue stifles laughter, quite evidently amused at that last part. "Ahroun," he muses, and nods. The moon pulls enough on the metis that he's well aware of it, and of those who feel the moon more. "Right, that is good to know. Thanks for the warning." Not, it seems, that the style of lupus greeting is what bothers him. "I'd just as soon avoid four legs, if I can, though."
"I was on two legs when he did it!" April points out with a little bit of emotion in her voice. "If I was on four, it would have been different." She gives a small huff.
Sue grimaces sympathetically, and offers the fostern a smile. "Uck," he agrees, before licking his fingers clean of powdered sugar. "Personal space, anyone."
April motions with a hand as she speaks, "Exactly! You come up to me on four legs and stick your nose between my two, I'm going to swat you away," she shakes her head some. "I did that to him and he went crinos."
"He's Ahroun too, you said?" Sue asks, recalling earlier conversation from before he'd arrived in St. Claire. "They can be touchy about that, you know." He shakes his head, though, clearly not amused with the overall conduct he's hearing about.
"Not only is he Ahroun, he's Uktena," April answers. "That tribe can be good in a fight, but touchy any other time. Put in that he's male, and it's twice as bad."
Sue nods, agreement. "Backwards tribe," he says, pursing his lips. "But, it's good to know and I'll be sure to mind myself carefully, when I meet him. Considering I doubt he's overfond of Garou born afoul of the first law." There's only a slight hint of bitterness in the metis' voice, no more than the usual for the subject.
"You could not control that. You just make sure you follow the litany," April states quickly towards the metis. She looks quite serious. "As for the Uktena, watch your mouth. If he hears you talk about his tribe like that, he can refuse your admittance to the sept."
Sue sighs quietly, and nods once more. "Yes, aunt. I'll be careful," he assures her, gaze lifting to watch the Theurge, "I know better than to voice opinions of a tribe in front of the members of one, after all. Especially if said person in question is Ahroun."
April nods her head before her small smile comes back. "So, you rode that crotch rocket all the way up here?" she asks, seeming to relax.
"It's a Harley," Sue states of the motorcycle, obviously proud of the thing. "And I sure did. Left the city Friday." There's a glance at the container of sweets, before Sue gives in and picks up one of the baklava. "Took the scenic route, and all. I should see about getting the disposable cameras developed, I have pictures, to send back to mom and Galene."
April smirks as she rolls her eyes. "Scenic route was the route I took to get up here," she remarks. "All on foot and all off road. I cannot believe they let you leave driving something like that."
Sue chuckles. "Yeah well, and you can do that to get around. I can't," he states, pointing, as if she'd forgotten, at the hiking pole. "I've gotten to being able to hike a few miles in this form, though." The accomplishment is stated simply, rather than bragging. "But I can ride pretty damn good. Galene had started to teach me before my Rite," and Sue grins, "and after, when she asked if I wanted a car, I asked if I could have a motorcycle instead, and she found that one, and. It's perfect." The slight rebellious streak that Sue's got is showing, or he's just not bothering to hide it.
April shakes her head again. "I'll have to keep an eye on you with it, though it might be kind of funny if you leave it out front too long and the vines claim it," she teases.
Sue is too busy taking a bite of the piece of baklava to sputter, but he does make a rather alarmed face. "I think I'll make sure to leave it on the gravel area," he states, rolling his eyes. "But sure. I could even take you for a ride if you wanted, it's pretty fun you know," he offers. "I've got a second helmet, and everything."
April shakes her head, "Not a chance, Deer," she replies. "And I'd suggest keeping it in the city. Even the gravel parts here won't save your bike. I prefer my own four legs if I'm going places."
Sue smiles slightly at the use of the more descriptive name, but there's no correction made. "I prefer not falling on my face," Sue says, halfway joking about what happens when he's on his own four legs for too long. "Also prefer not breaking the Veil. Somehow I think getting to and from the city's going to be a little bit far for me to do without the bike. But I'll figure it out, I'll just have to be vigilant about things." He nods.
April shrugs her shoulders, "Just be careful. Galene would hunt me down if anything happened to you. I'm just glad the shadow hounds are dealt with already."
Sue nods again, offering the Fostern a smile. "She so would," he admits, "but I'll be careful. I always am, you know. 's why I have a good helmet, good gear." The metis stretches, fingers interlocking and arms out in front of him. "I should bring in the saddlebags and see about finding somewhere to stash them, before it possibly rains."
April motions towards the way to the stairs. "You can select a bed up the stairs there. Just don't mess with anyone else's stuff." She pulls herself up to her feet. "I need to go check the hound skull and make sure it's setting up nicely."
Sue raises his brows as he unfolds the hiking pole and pushes to his feet himself. "Hound skull? You'll have to tell me about that sometime," he requests, shifting from one foot tot he other to get his footing. "But, I've been on the road since morning, and should sleep." The metis crosses over the few feet, and gives April a quick, half-hug with his free arm. "It is very good to see you, aunt April."
April returns the hug with both arms before smiling at the lad. One hand reaches to her side to a pouch and pulls out a pair of hound ears on a piece of leather. "Skull goes with these," she announces. "I'll tell you all about it once you get some sleep."
Sue whistles slightly at the sight of the ears, and nods. "Alright, then," he says, and then moves towards the door to go and grab his things.
The moon is in the waxing Full (Ahroun) Moon phase (83% full).
It's been a long day on the road and day has given way to night and darkness. A lone motorcycle roars as it cruises down the road, and Sue slows from highway speeds to those that are more appropriate for trying to find an unfamiliar place that one has only had directions to once.
April walks along the side of the road, her eyes glancing towards the foliage on the sides warily as if expecting it to come after her if she were to ignore it for too long. The sound of the vehicle on the road doesn't even seem to get her attention as she comes to a spot and looks off into the trees.
On the other hand, the person walking by the side of the road does get Sue's attention, and after a moment, he pulls the motorcycle to the side of the road, fifty feet ahead of her or so when she looks off into the trees. There's a good bit of care given to dismounting, and a folding hiking pole is pulled out and leaned on slightly. "Well, well," the metis calls out, an easily recognisable smirk in his voice. "Hey you!"
"You certainly know how to disrupt the peace when someone is watching the vines," April replies without looking back towards the one with the bike. Finally, she turns her head to look towards the new arrival, her eyes going over him once before looking towards the woods again.
Sue ducks his head and grins a little. "I'm sorry, April-rhya," he offers. For the moment, Sue stays near the motorcycle. "Just had nearly thought I was getting lost trying to find my way, until I saw you walking." A pause, and his glance fixes on the fostern intently for a long moment, before going back to also look at the forest.
April waves off the words from the man and turns back towards him with a small smile. "I'm just glad you can follow directions to even get out here, though I was thinking I'd hear you clattering along the road instead of riding that thing."
The metis snorts, perhaps a little bit amused. "What, and fall over before I've gone twenty feet? I'll pass," he says, and then nods to the bike. "Galene got her for me, gift 'fore I left." There's a faint wistfulness at the mention of the kin, "She sends her best, by the way. And her baking, too, I still have some of the sweets. I'm supposed to share them with you."
April raises a brow at the mention of the sweets. "The fact that there are some left of her sweets is a miracle," she states as she steps towards bike and Metis a little. "It's good to see you again."
Sue looks up, then shifts his gaze from one side to the other, back and forth a minute as if he's got no clue what April's talking about with miracles. "She was baking for over a week to send with me. If I had any more I'd explode," he states, wry. "Good to see you too. So how do we get back to the house, and…" the word trails off in unspoken question and uncertainty as to whether or not he'll be welcome to stay there.
April smirks before motioning towards a path a little ways away. "The house is that way, though I don't know how the others will greet you when they find you here. You could stay at Edgewood, but that's getting tricky to get to."
Sue nods, fidgeting slightly with the strap of the hiking pole. "I'll take tricky, I think," he decides. "I'd rather meet everyone else on more neutral terms, not push my luck." A headshake follows that, and a small smile for April.
April hmphs as she continues to smile some. "Edgewood's that way," she motions towards down the road. "One very serious rule though before you go farther." She raises a hand up and eyes Sue. "Do not eat the fruit you find around the bawn."
There is, for a brief and fleeting moment, an implication that the philodox might have recently pushed his luck, that being why he's not keen to repeat the experience. But he hides it well enough, and then nods. "What's with the fruit, then?" Sue asks in response.
April narrows her eyes and takes a couple more steps towards the lad. "What did you do?" she asks, her eyes looking him over as if expecting him to sprout the antlers to go with those hooves of his. "Sue?"
Sue fidgets with the hiking pole a moment and then sits back down on the motorcycle, hiking pole across his lap, and he glances up at April, then down to the ground. His ears can't splay in this form, but he's doing a good job of giving that impression anyway. "What, oh. I made a decision people didn't like," he explains, chewing on his lip.
April's eyes narrow just a little more before she shakes her head. "You'll tell me more later," she states. "Follow me," is added before she shifts down to lupus form and takes off down the road towards Edgewood House.
Sue swallows and nods. "Yes, aunt," he states quietly, using the more formal address before he swings to adjust his seat, and the motorcycle revs into life to follow.
April leads the way to the house, shifting once more once she reaches the porch and moves to walk inside without waiting for the metis to keep up. She heads straight for the living room and a seat there.
Sue takes a moment longer to catch up with April, parking the bike near the porch and digging through one of the saddlebags to come up with a tupperware container, which he carries inside. Even inside, he continues to use the hiking pole for balance as he walks, and he nods to April when he sets it on the table. "Baklava, cookies, and loukoumades, courtesy of Galene," he says, then taking a seat on a chair nearby.
April sits a little straighter when the lad comes in and eyes the sweets he lays out on the table. "She really outdid herself," she states before looking back up at the lad. "Now tell me what you did." Nope, she hasn't forgotten.
Sue nods once more. "Yes, aunt," he says, gaze resting low somewhere halfway between them. "For my task, the council of halfmoons at Golden Gate turned over to me a dispute. Between Keegan, the Fianna Ahroun, he's Fostern now too," Sue says, "and aunt Thera. When Keegan made Fostern he started being a dick," the metis continues, putting it bluntly, "and aunt Thera objected, and challenged Keegan but when she lost, didn't drop things."
April reaches out for one of the sweets before sitting back in her seat. "Sit down and relax already," she states before taking a small nibble. "So you had to judge the two. What did you decide?"
There's still slight tension evident in Sue's posture as he leans back in the chair and folds the hiking pole, but the moon's big. Nonetheless, the philodox has it well under control. "Both Keegan and aunt Thera violated the litany," he states, flatly. "Not only did they each disrespect the other's territory, but their dispute and the extent of it disrespected the territory of the Sept, too. Keegan did not submit to someone higher in station then him, and aunt Thera did not show him even the smidgen of respect that he is due." It's clear, that overall, Sue does take his tribemate's side in this, or at least doesn't have very much patience for the actions of the Fianna. "Both were, therefore, to make Contrition to the other, to the Sept, and both Keegan and aunt Thera were ostracised, because they made their dispute the problem of everyone in the Sept."
April listens silently and perhaps it's thanks to Grandmother Tree that she doesn't show much anger or other reaction to the story. "Just, try not to make any ripples around here until you get settled in, alright?" she states before smiling. "You'll need to see Little Silvertip or Jacinta soon to work out Chiminage if you really are here to stay."
Sue nods, setting the folded hiking pole aside and reaching to grab one of the cookies from the container, careful not to get powdered sugar from it everywhere. "Yes, aunt April," Sue acknowledges, significantly more at ease than he'd been during the story. "I'll try. Like I said, I'm about done with causing ripples or pushing my luck, and so." Another nod. "I'd like to stay, I think. Seems nice up here."
April offers a small smile for the lad. "You've not seen even a little of what's been going on around here," she states, nibbling at her sweet. "The Caern is all but cut off from us because the wyld has gone crazy. There's spirits going everywhich way because of this or that. Bawn fruit makes weird things happen, and all this is just the tip of the iceberg."
Sue furrows his brows, some, and despite his best efforts he does have powdered sugar on his face, as is the way of youngsters. "In which case it sounds like you guys can use all the people you can get," he says, quietly, "and I should stay about and see where I can make myself useful. Maybe after I've settled, see about finding a pack." Though it does seem the metis is uncertain, about packing. "So, how does one find the Alpha or the Warder, here?"
April carefully finishes off her sweet and crosses her arms. "I'm packed with the warder, actually. Jacinta-rhya, Wendigo Ahroun. As for the Alpha of the sept, that would be Little Silvertip. He nearly struck me the first time I met him because I took offense to him sticking his canine nose between my legs."
Sue stifles laughter, quite evidently amused at that last part. "Ahroun," he muses, and nods. The moon pulls enough on the metis that he's well aware of it, and of those who feel the moon more. "Right, that is good to know. Thanks for the warning." Not, it seems, that the style of lupus greeting is what bothers him. "I'd just as soon avoid four legs, if I can, though."
"I was on two legs when he did it!" April points out with a little bit of emotion in her voice. "If I was on four, it would have been different." She gives a small huff.
Sue grimaces sympathetically, and offers the fostern a smile. "Uck," he agrees, before licking his fingers clean of powdered sugar. "Personal space, anyone."
April motions with a hand as she speaks, "Exactly! You come up to me on four legs and stick your nose between my two, I'm going to swat you away," she shakes her head some. "I did that to him and he went crinos."
"He's Ahroun too, you said?" Sue asks, recalling earlier conversation from before he'd arrived in St. Claire. "They can be touchy about that, you know." He shakes his head, though, clearly not amused with the overall conduct he's hearing about.
"Not only is he Ahroun, he's Uktena," April answers. "That tribe can be good in a fight, but touchy any other time. Put in that he's male, and it's twice as bad."
Sue nods, agreement. "Backwards tribe," he says, pursing his lips. "But, it's good to know and I'll be sure to mind myself carefully, when I meet him. Considering I doubt he's overfond of Garou born afoul of the first law." There's only a slight hint of bitterness in the metis' voice, no more than the usual for the subject.
"You could not control that. You just make sure you follow the litany," April states quickly towards the metis. She looks quite serious. "As for the Uktena, watch your mouth. If he hears you talk about his tribe like that, he can refuse your admittance to the sept."
Sue sighs quietly, and nods once more. "Yes, aunt. I'll be careful," he assures her, gaze lifting to watch the Theurge, "I know better than to voice opinions of a tribe in front of the members of one, after all. Especially if said person in question is Ahroun."
April nods her head before her small smile comes back. "So, you rode that crotch rocket all the way up here?" she asks, seeming to relax.
"It's a Harley," Sue states of the motorcycle, obviously proud of the thing. "And I sure did. Left the city Friday." There's a glance at the container of sweets, before Sue gives in and picks up one of the baklava. "Took the scenic route, and all. I should see about getting the disposable cameras developed, I have pictures, to send back to mom and Galene."
April smirks as she rolls her eyes. "Scenic route was the route I took to get up here," she remarks. "All on foot and all off road. I cannot believe they let you leave driving something like that."
Sue chuckles. "Yeah well, and you can do that to get around. I can't," he states, pointing, as if she'd forgotten, at the hiking pole. "I've gotten to being able to hike a few miles in this form, though." The accomplishment is stated simply, rather than bragging. "But I can ride pretty damn good. Galene had started to teach me before my Rite," and Sue grins, "and after, when she asked if I wanted a car, I asked if I could have a motorcycle instead, and she found that one, and. It's perfect." The slight rebellious streak that Sue's got is showing, or he's just not bothering to hide it.
April shakes her head again. "I'll have to keep an eye on you with it, though it might be kind of funny if you leave it out front too long and the vines claim it," she teases.
Sue is too busy taking a bite of the piece of baklava to sputter, but he does make a rather alarmed face. "I think I'll make sure to leave it on the gravel area," he states, rolling his eyes. "But sure. I could even take you for a ride if you wanted, it's pretty fun you know," he offers. "I've got a second helmet, and everything."
April shakes her head, "Not a chance, Deer," she replies. "And I'd suggest keeping it in the city. Even the gravel parts here won't save your bike. I prefer my own four legs if I'm going places."
Sue smiles slightly at the use of the more descriptive name, but there's no correction made. "I prefer not falling on my face," Sue says, halfway joking about what happens when he's on his own four legs for too long. "Also prefer not breaking the Veil. Somehow I think getting to and from the city's going to be a little bit far for me to do without the bike. But I'll figure it out, I'll just have to be vigilant about things." He nods.
April shrugs her shoulders, "Just be careful. Galene would hunt me down if anything happened to you. I'm just glad the shadow hounds are dealt with already."
Sue nods again, offering the Fostern a smile. "She so would," he admits, "but I'll be careful. I always am, you know. 's why I have a good helmet, good gear." The metis stretches, fingers interlocking and arms out in front of him. "I should bring in the saddlebags and see about finding somewhere to stash them, before it possibly rains."
April motions towards the way to the stairs. "You can select a bed up the stairs there. Just don't mess with anyone else's stuff." She pulls herself up to her feet. "I need to go check the hound skull and make sure it's setting up nicely."
Sue raises his brows as he unfolds the hiking pole and pushes to his feet himself. "Hound skull? You'll have to tell me about that sometime," he requests, shifting from one foot tot he other to get his footing. "But, I've been on the road since morning, and should sleep." The metis crosses over the few feet, and gives April a quick, half-hug with his free arm. "It is very good to see you, aunt April."
April returns the hug with both arms before smiling at the lad. One hand reaches to her side to a pouch and pulls out a pair of hound ears on a piece of leather. "Skull goes with these," she announces. "I'll tell you all about it once you get some sleep."
Sue whistles slightly at the sight of the ears, and nods. "Alright, then," he says, and then moves towards the door to go and grab his things.