Part 4
Polaris-Willow had actually been planning on contacting Thierry Descuedres about her assignment for this weekend. She really didn't want to stay here with this 'shifter, but since it was a Friday and she would see Thierry at the meeting that evening she had no reason to object. As Brush slinked past her on his way to the door he hissed in her ear, "Abomination!" "Look who's talking," Polaris-Willow muttered back ironically. It was all she could do not to pull out one of her knives with wood in it she had hidden and kill him then and there. Goddess, she hated Brush and all of his "little friends". Brush and his group of friends were members of a group of renegade Night People called Cult Midnight, the believed that the Night World should be in charge and the humans should only be slaves and food. They also based a lot on the "purity" of blood; they believed that species shouldn't intermarry, especially not with humans. Polaris-Willow and her friends were on the other end of the spectrum, they were members of Circle Dawn, a small group of humans, Night People and mixed-breeds who had trouble fitting in and/or they had a problem with Cult Midnight, Polaris-Willow was the "and factor". Thierry, who headed up the Night People's part of the Day World-Night World joint council, also headed up Circle Dawn. The Circle met every Friday and discussed how they felt, what had been happening, hung out and some of the older members received assignments against renegade groups like Cult Midnight. The younger members, ones who weren't in high school yet, came a little later and got to interact with the older members, but were never told about the assignments. All of Polaris-Willow's brothers and sisters went to the meetings. Polaris-Willow sighed inwardly and focused on what Ms. Macloud was saying. ".have you do your own interpretations of the plays that we will be doing and you will present them to the class, I want you two to work together on this. You can ask other students to do parts for this. All right?" "Yes Ms. Macloud." "Yes ma'am." Ruhe and Polaris-Willow said at the same time. They glared at eachother. "And please try to get along," Ms. Macloud pleaded. Polaris-Willow nodded and Ruhe muttered, "Yes ma'am." "You may go." Polaris-Willow and Ruhe turned and walked out the door. Once they were a ways down the hall Ruhe turned to Polaris and asked, "So what do people call you? Polaris? Willow? P.W.? Polar? Will? Polara? Willa? Ice Woman?" "They call me Polaris-Willow. That do speak of me," Polaris-Willow told him coolly. "How about Polara the curst?" Ruhe offered mockingly. Polaris-Willow stopped abruptly, spun and looked at Ruhe, her calm mask, for that was all it was, a mask, was replaced with a look of astonishment, slight horror and a touch of fear. Ruhe looked back at her, completely bewildered by her reaction to what he had said; he had no idea what the words they had just spoken meant to her. Polaris-Willow quickly covered up her reaction and replaced it with he calm mask again, hoping that the turmoil that was inside her wasn't showing in the color of her eyes. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet," she quipped. "Touché," Ruhe conceded with a salute, "So why do you and that Redfern have a problem with each other? i.e. why did he call you a half- breed bitch and why did you call him a murdering bastard?" "The answer to the first part is I am half human and half vamp, not that it's any of your business, and the answer to the second part is on a need to know basis and you don't need to know," Polaris-Willow told him flatly, "Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do." Polaris-Willow turned and started down the hall. "Wait! Shouldn't we start talking about the project?" Ruhe called after her. Polaris-Willow stopped, sighed and turned, "Sirius-Oak invited you to lunch didn't he?" she asked, with a touch of annoyance. Ruhe nodded. "Well I will see you then." With that she turned again and continued on her way, thinking, 'I must be out of my friggin mind.'
Polaris-Willow had actually been planning on contacting Thierry Descuedres about her assignment for this weekend. She really didn't want to stay here with this 'shifter, but since it was a Friday and she would see Thierry at the meeting that evening she had no reason to object. As Brush slinked past her on his way to the door he hissed in her ear, "Abomination!" "Look who's talking," Polaris-Willow muttered back ironically. It was all she could do not to pull out one of her knives with wood in it she had hidden and kill him then and there. Goddess, she hated Brush and all of his "little friends". Brush and his group of friends were members of a group of renegade Night People called Cult Midnight, the believed that the Night World should be in charge and the humans should only be slaves and food. They also based a lot on the "purity" of blood; they believed that species shouldn't intermarry, especially not with humans. Polaris-Willow and her friends were on the other end of the spectrum, they were members of Circle Dawn, a small group of humans, Night People and mixed-breeds who had trouble fitting in and/or they had a problem with Cult Midnight, Polaris-Willow was the "and factor". Thierry, who headed up the Night People's part of the Day World-Night World joint council, also headed up Circle Dawn. The Circle met every Friday and discussed how they felt, what had been happening, hung out and some of the older members received assignments against renegade groups like Cult Midnight. The younger members, ones who weren't in high school yet, came a little later and got to interact with the older members, but were never told about the assignments. All of Polaris-Willow's brothers and sisters went to the meetings. Polaris-Willow sighed inwardly and focused on what Ms. Macloud was saying. ".have you do your own interpretations of the plays that we will be doing and you will present them to the class, I want you two to work together on this. You can ask other students to do parts for this. All right?" "Yes Ms. Macloud." "Yes ma'am." Ruhe and Polaris-Willow said at the same time. They glared at eachother. "And please try to get along," Ms. Macloud pleaded. Polaris-Willow nodded and Ruhe muttered, "Yes ma'am." "You may go." Polaris-Willow and Ruhe turned and walked out the door. Once they were a ways down the hall Ruhe turned to Polaris and asked, "So what do people call you? Polaris? Willow? P.W.? Polar? Will? Polara? Willa? Ice Woman?" "They call me Polaris-Willow. That do speak of me," Polaris-Willow told him coolly. "How about Polara the curst?" Ruhe offered mockingly. Polaris-Willow stopped abruptly, spun and looked at Ruhe, her calm mask, for that was all it was, a mask, was replaced with a look of astonishment, slight horror and a touch of fear. Ruhe looked back at her, completely bewildered by her reaction to what he had said; he had no idea what the words they had just spoken meant to her. Polaris-Willow quickly covered up her reaction and replaced it with he calm mask again, hoping that the turmoil that was inside her wasn't showing in the color of her eyes. "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet," she quipped. "Touché," Ruhe conceded with a salute, "So why do you and that Redfern have a problem with each other? i.e. why did he call you a half- breed bitch and why did you call him a murdering bastard?" "The answer to the first part is I am half human and half vamp, not that it's any of your business, and the answer to the second part is on a need to know basis and you don't need to know," Polaris-Willow told him flatly, "Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do." Polaris-Willow turned and started down the hall. "Wait! Shouldn't we start talking about the project?" Ruhe called after her. Polaris-Willow stopped, sighed and turned, "Sirius-Oak invited you to lunch didn't he?" she asked, with a touch of annoyance. Ruhe nodded. "Well I will see you then." With that she turned again and continued on her way, thinking, 'I must be out of my friggin mind.'