"Who besmirches my tribemate's honor, besmirches mine."

Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.

The door of the barn is flung open with one mighty movement and into the barn comes stomping Cedric. His normal air of quiet affable nobility is vanished and he looks ugly... or as ugly as his handsome, aristocratic features can ever get in homid.

Fwing! Thunk! Fwing! Thunk! A pair of arrows goes sailing through the air, striking a make shift target set up across the barn, as Ashley holds herself tight, and steady with her compound bow in hand. Methodically, she reaches behind her to slide another arrow out of her quill, notching it. As the door is thrown open, her eyes quietly glance over towards the man, raising up a brow slowly, but doesn't issue a word.

Cedric stops dead when he hears the sound of the first arrow striking its target. Literally; he freezes in place. After the second one hits, he speaks. "Whoever that is turning this barn into a shootin' gallery, may I safely move?"

There is a bit of silence as Ashley lowers the bow, scanning the dark barn with her keen eyes. "Yes, you may move." She calls out in a hoarse, raspy voice as she slips her arrow back into its satchel.

"Thank you," drawls Cedric in a voice with more than a touch of sarcasm. He flows back into motion and approaches Ashley. "Now I hate to be a drag, but don't you think it would have been wise to put some form of warnin' sign up? I suppose some folks can be stuck with an arrow and shrug it off, but some can't."

Making her way to the wall, Ashley slides her hand around the pair of arrows, then yanks them clean out with a splinter of wood. She slips them back into her satchel, then says. "Sure." A light breath tumbles past her lips to blow away the strands of blonde hair which has shaggily fallen into her face.

This young woman appears to be in about her early twenties. Her frame is a bit on the taller side, nearing the height of five foot nine. She is built quite athletically, her upper arms muscled and well developed. She isn't dominating by any means, and one would take a guess that she is swimmer in training, or, perhaps into acrobatics. She could be described as wiry at best. Her legs are long and fit the rest of her frame well, making her appear quick and capable of delivering a solid kick.

Her hair is cut short, revealing a honey kissed blonde colour with a hint of auburn woven through out. A pair of blueish green eyes appear out from behind a few whisps of her dangling bangs that oversee her face. She has an attractive look about her, but her brash mannerisms tend to turn away the greedy eye that lingers too long.

She tends to dress quite boring in a pair of beat up blue jeans and a oversized baggy sweatshirt. Over her feet is a pair of sturdy looking black boots which appear to be steel toed. Most of the time she wears a black hooded sweat shirt with pockets in the front, something to keep her warm during the colder times.

Cedric relaxes, perhaps, a tiny fraction as he takes in Ashley. "Good shootin', anyway," he comments. "You must forgive me for bitin' your head off. I've a shockin' temper at this time of month. Cedric Ambermere's the name. I know it's a mouthful but my family rather tends to go in for ten-dollar monickers."

"Artemis." The Fury responds in kind as she makes her way along the length of the barn floor, placing her steps almost identically in the ones that she took to reach the otherside in the first place. She is almost too careful about the way she steps. "You're a Fang." She says matter of factly as she eases up to her bag, starting to pack her bow, and arrows within it.

"I'm a Fang," Cedric agrees with a wry chuckle. "Every blessed atom of my face betrays it to those who know how to look. To those who don't, of course, I just look like a vacuous upper-class twit, which is even worse. Now you," he adds, "are a Fury. You're named for a goddess, you carry a bow, and the way you stand on your feet proclaims you're takin' no prisoners and no shit."

With a slight tilt of her head in a nod, Ashley zips the bag up firmly, then throws it over her neck, and shoulder as it settles against her hip. Turning to face him, she takes in a slow, deep breath. "That I am." She says simply, before letting her eyes trail away off to one side, not exactly staring at him. "Did you have business to attend to in the barn?"

"Unless you've got one of my tribemates locked up in that bag," Cedric responds, "not really. I almost wish you did, it might be the best place for the silly young nincompoop to be. At least he couldn't get his hide into any more hot water."

"If you need me to dispose of someone, I can do that for you." Artemis says in a all too serious voice as she lets her hand settle at her hip, where a sheathe is relaxed, concealing what could possibly be a vicious looking blade.

Cedric eyes the sheath. "That and a bow too, Madame Fury? Nobody's goin' to get the jump on you. But no, this young rip is my tribemate and my problem and I'll sort him out my own blessed way. You may have met him? Mathias Promises-Kept, his name is, and all I can say is he must have promised to get on the last nerve of every other garou he meets, for he certainly manages that."

"I heard of the name, and some rumors, but I reserve judgement until my own eyes find him a fool." Ashley says simply as her hand slips away, resting once more on her side as she shrugs the bundle over her shoulder. "Though, by the way you came storming in here, he has obviously got you royally shit faced."

"I spent all of Sunday runnin' round the wild woods and mountains trying to burn off full moon rage, "Cedric says simply. "Rage at him, rage at Vera-rhya, rage at myself for ragin'. Somethin' must snap, and I don't want it to be bones, though I've a horrid feelin' it will be." He sighs. "I shouldn't burden you. I'm interruptin' your jolly old archery practice."

"You aren't interrupting me. I was wasting time for the most part." Artemis says as she sniffs the air slightly. "I've heard of this Vera-Rhya, but I have yet to meet her. So far, what I've heard, has not been pleasant."

"You're not from round here?" Cedric asks. "I thought I didn't see you at moot, but I don't know everyone's lupus look, yet..."

"I used to be from here. I went back home to Boston for a short period of time, to resolve some family issues, but now I have returned. I once ran with Havoc pack, under Defiant-Storm Rhya, and Wolverine. I just arrived here a few weeks ago, and have been working on my return-chiminage with Laura." The Fury answers. "I missed moot, but I am sure that I would not have been able to attend."

"It was only my first moot here m'self," Cedric confesses. "And I'm a sort of semi-detached member of Havoc too. Might be a full member now I've passed my chimmy. Need to run down Emma and talk it through... once I get this thrice-blessed Mathias business done."

"I was hoping to rejoin their ranks, if I would be welcomed. Emma Rhya seemed pleased to see me again." Ashley says with a slight shrug of her shoulders, arching her neck a bit to pop a few joints.

"Your elder, Laura, is in the pack too," Cedric points out. "A fine garou, and an honor to know her." He gives a little smile. "Ah, well. No rest for the wicked, Artemis. As he's not around the farm, I'll lay odds Mathias is back at his house in Kent Crossing. He was talking of some kind of solstice ritual... I'll go sort him out, and then it's Vera time."

"Well, what is this about Vera? I still did not get an answer about her." Ashley says as she tilts her head a bit to one side, brows furrowing.

Cedric looks full-on at Ashley, eyes blazing. "She insulted Mathias before the whole sept," he says darkly. "No matter what he did, this was uncalled for. Who insults my tribemate, insults me. Who besmirches my tribemate's honor, besmirches mine. I have reason to think highly of Shadow Lords, unlike many of my tribe, but by golly, I do not think highly of Vera-rhya, adren or no adren, and I will damn' well say as much to her grinning ragabash face if she doesn't back down." His fists have clenched.

There is a slight pause from Ashley, before she says, "You think that would be wise?" She asks as she cracks her neck by twisting her chin to one side. "You don't think there would be a more subtle, easier way to 'get back at her', than a full on confrontation that could possibly leave you gutted open like a fish? Make no mistake, though she is a Shadow Lord, and a Ragabash, from what I've been told, she is not so much an idiot when it comes to the wits department. The Theurge in me begs you to take a wiser course of action, but hey, its your neck. Have a blast if you want."

Cedric shakes his head. "I am a Silver Fang," he points out, as though Artemis hasn't quite understood that this in itself is all he needs to make clear to Vera to make her defer to him, and withdraw any allegations about his tribemate. "I shall make her see that she cannot possibly go about makin' a mockery of Falcon's tribe. I absolutely decline to have my tribemates done down by a Shadow Lord or by anyone else." He peers at Artemis as though checking she sees his point.

Shrugging her shoulders, Ashley gives her head a light shake. "Alright." She says with a soft breath. "It was nice meeting you, regardless of the outcome."

Cedric relaxes again, quite evidently taking Artemis's lack of verbal disagreement as an accession to his point of view. "A delight to meet you, likewise," he says with a slight bow and a genuine-seeming smile. If her hand had been in the least extended, one might suspect that he would have kissed it. "I shall look forward to makin' your acquaintance at a thinner moon and a less stressin' time." He walks back to the door and slips through it.

Watching him head out of the barn, Ashley glances over to her left shoulder, then softly whispers. "If I were you, I'd keep an eye on him." She pauses, then grins wryly to herself. "Seriously, let me know what happens, OK?" There is a faint shimmer of light which takes flight to the air, then slowly scurries after the retreating Fang. A firefly.

You paged Ashley with 'Oho. What is this a-following of me?'.
From afar, Ashley grins. "Tiny lil firefly spirit. :D Ash's best friend."