Posts by Wister

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There was an awful lot to take in, not that she took issue with it, but she did take issue with the fact that it might take a while to figure it all out. Magic intrigued her though, and despite not knowing anybody's names by heart yet, she waddled into the courtyard and tilted her head at a sharp angle to watch. Did everybody else here know what art was supposed to be? Did art have to do with magic, or magic with art? At least she got one name out of this little gathering. Or maybe that was just a nickname. Regardless, she wasn't about to ask.

Quick trick track~

No? Not one guess, not until somebody else said something first. No, actually not after that either. What was paint, anyway? Why were they starting off the lesson thing with questions? It didn't register in her head, and she outright refused to open up her beak and throw out her own guess about art. Did they have to draw? How many different forms of art were there? Somebody had to answer her questions at some point, by chance. "Does magic involve art?"

Hobbling in and out of the shadows while extended her rather fluffy wings, Wister couldn't help but twist her head to look behind her when she heard something strange. Was that somebody laughing? She wasn't overtly curious about the sound, not wanting to disturb whoever it was, but when she didn't hear rebounds of laughter from other voices, she had to check it out. Taking care not to let her talons scrape against the floor, she kept her head facing the opposite direction of her body once she reached the room where she'd heard the laugh. Maybe she was better off not knowing anybody personally in StormClan. Whatever this StormClanner was up to, it didn't look very safe. On the lightest note possible, what she saw just looked weird and puzzling, but on the other end of the spectrum, how dark did the magic get in StormClan?

Why did they have to gather for a meeting? Did it matter? Wister didn't know and couldn't tell if she should or not. She waddled in though and settled herself over by the closest window, her fluff stiffening before she got her eyes to stay focused on the lion. Did he just refer to her as a he? And Lupin and Aquila? Were they new members too, with faces she had yet to attach their names to? Lovely. Then there were alliances, names of other groups, promotions, and more and more new information that she didn't know where to start. Did she need to say something even though she hadn't really met anybody around here personally? Good for them, but..what did it matter if she said something? She remained silent, turning her head at every angle possible to instead have a better look at her clanmates while they were all in the same room.

Wister's head twisted to glance at Rose for a few long moments before she returned her attention to Genie. Not getting involved beyond being a witness, she didn't admit to having seen some of..whatever magic the StormClanner had been up to in there. Maybe Rose hadn't seen it, but she had, and she wondered if Genie would elaborate on it or not, though based on the reaction that followed, she doubted it. As Rose's question, her big eyes rounded back on the one with the weird magic. Was that something that could be helped? Did it need helping? Asking her own questions didn't register as a viable option here, so she kept both eyes locked on Genie rather indiscreetly.

Wister didn't have the desire to touch the pencils, or the paper for that matter as the concept of art still puzzled her, but she hobbled on in and took a seat toward the front anyway. The first lesson hadn't been difficult, but she assumed the next lesson wouldn't be as easy if rules dictated how the art needed to be. Based on the pencil arrangement and the boxes on the paper, there were rules. After a few minutes spent waiting and staring at the paper though, she wished she could splatter the thing in color to make it less bland to the eye.

What in the world was Halloween? What did it have to do with the leaves changing color and falling from the trees? Carefully at first but gradually picking up her little hop of a walk, Wister waddled into the courtyard and settled down a few paces away from Fern. The trees looked more comforting, but she didn't want to clamber up on any branches until she got some real feathers in. Hearing the history of Halloween would probably do her some good, and maybe goad her into getting involved in the actual event rather than spectating.

Time was a subject that seemed way too complex to be explained in a lecture, but what did she know? The concept was interesting, the reality of time, the mystery of space and the very world around them, but the questions didn't get her anywhere. It never helped that she didn't ask, but she didn't expect to get an answer from somebody either. Hopping over and looking for a spot that wasn't so close to Rose or the exchange student, Wister opted to stay a few long strides away while she listened to Fern go into an explanation about space without time. What about time without space? What about warped time, or warped space? What were the effects?

To be honest, the face painting looked pretty uncomfortable. Wister didn't dare entertain the idea of putting paint on her face at first, but after a while spent watching Fern set up for it, she hobbled into the courtyard. The paint didn't look any more exciting up close, but she figured she could just wash it off shortly after the artist finished their work. Glancing at Fern, she made a small notion with the tip of her fluffy wing to one of the many designs available. The one she wanted featured a skull with dark green outlines around the eye sockets.

Fern put a lot of work into this from what Wister could see, and she appreciated it far more than she let on. Waddling into the courtyard, the first thing she had to inspect was a fake, glowing skull. She pecked at it once or twice before moving on, not wanting to focus the entire evening on a fake skull or two when there was so much more to take in. The sugar skulls looked tasty, but so did all the other foods and treats she didn't have a name for. Nobody else was here yet though, and she wouldn't be the first one to grab something off of the feast tables. Somebody else could be the first. In the meantime, she could look at the pretty lighting cast by the string of lights surrounding the courtyard.

Wister looked ruffled as ever no thanks to her fluffy down feathers. She could hardly be of help in this situation, not just because she didn't talk out of habit but because she didn't know who StormClan's allies were, or many of her own clanmates for that matter. Hiyori seemed friendly enough, and the ambassador title sounded important, but nobody was here yet, and she wasn't much of a threat herself. Giving up on the mental argument, she hobbled over to the border and tilted her head off to the side. Instead of talking, she let out a light 'hoo,' expecting then that a StormClanner who knew this SkyClanner would show up if they weren't already nearby.

It took effort and no small amount of breath-holding for Wister to stay still while Fern worked on painting her face. Immediately she wanted to wash it off, or else scratch at her face with her talons until she didn't feel the paint there anymore, but she didn't. "Thanks." She said, her voice low and little more than a whisper. Maybe she could stand to keep it on for a few minutes after her sister finished up. While she fidgeted with her talons to keep herself preoccupied in the meantime, her eyes shifted slightly to see that Aquila had come over to the face painting station too. Did he like getting his face painted, or was this going to be his first time as well? And who had done Fern's face?

It would be a ridiculous question, but for once she opted to ask rather than not answer. "What kind of meat is it?" How would Basil feel if he was surrounded by all the meat, and having not one but two adopted daughters that ate meat as part of their diet? Did he think about that? Should she bother herself with thinking about it? Where was he? "The lights are really pretty..." She couldn't stop glancing up at them every chance she got. What would Fern do with the lights afterward? Where had she found them?

Wister can do mask making and bake bread of the dead.

The instructions were straightforward, not too difficult to grasp, yet the second she gripped one of the pencils, she didn't follow them. If there were no mistakes in art, then why follow the rules that governed how to fill in the chart? Why not go wild with the shading and the lines to see where it went? Tilting her head to a sharp angle, she pressed the end of the pencil lightly against the paper and made her first line on it, a very dark one that ended rather abruptly as she dropped it and picked up a different pencil. Within moments she was scribbling in shades and lines, crooked and far from neat or within the rules of the chart.

Gingerly hopping off to the side after Fern finished, Wister constantly dug her talons into the ground to prevent herself from clawing the paint off. It was irritating, sticking to her feathers and making her face feel heavy and yucky. Just a few minutes more though, then she could wash it off. How long that would take, she didn't know, but it would be coming off soon enough. Watching the others get their faces painted would be a good distraction, and she would have to see what the paint looked like on her face anyway before it got washed off.

Wister couldn't participate in the altar-making, or rather didn't want to. The display, the decorations, the idea of remembering those who were no longer with them, was solemn and saddening, but at the same time a necessity. She didn't know anybody that was dead, family or friends, and she didn't look forward to the day when that changed. Maybe her blood family was dead, maybe they weren't, she didn't know. The fairy lights, the reds and oranges, the pictures and the names, all made for a bittersweet atmosphere. When had Rose lost her loved ones? Did she miss them? Did she think about them a lot? She glanced at Rose but didn't say a word before waddling to Rose's altar to get a better look at the pictures illuminated by the dim lighting.

Wister's eyes went from the beef to Fern as the clouded leopard departed to go greet Italy. Hesitant at first, she tapped the meat with her beak before pinning it down underneath her talons and taking a chunk out of it. She flapped her wings several times, taking a few more small chunks out of it before deciding it wasn't too bad. There were more tantalizing pieces of meat she could think of, and maybe they were right on the table waiting to be eaten, but she needed to finish up what was in front of her first. It wouldn't be a bad idea to try a treat after this, actually. Something sweet, or perhaps sour, whichever she ended up taking a liking to.