how do you, like, talk to people // goldie

Rain tapped on the treehouse’s roof like little rat paws. On mornings like today—despite how common they were for the Typhoon’s tropical island home—the ocelot preferred to stay indoors away from the wet mess. She considered her treehouse a little island in the storm, a dry oasis above the waterlogged children and determined hunters. In her times of extreme isolation, the witch might spend entire weeks sequestered in her treehouse without even once setting paw on the land below.

As the ocelot stirred honey into her cup of tea, she decided today would be one of those days. The peppermint scent reminded her of simpler times, when Pincher’d still been alive and Coldblue often paid her a visit for magic lessons. Which reminded her; she needed to check in on Goldie, especially since Roan disappeared. Oh, so many things to do, with the temple raided, Roan missing, and all those post-raid injuries to check up on. She sighed into a paw, tapped the spoon telekinetically against the cup, inhaled the delicate aroma, and—

Her book piles, all of them, clattered to the floor. She squinted and huffed as she telekinetically began rearranging them... when the door popped open.

Her amber-orange eyes narrowed a tad suspiciously, but the witch knew a sign when she saw one. Rosemary sighed, forked tail flicking, and pulled out a second tea cup. Her smaller pair of eyes glanced at the Tarot cards, and she neatly slipped her personal reading back into the deck. When her visitor arrives, she will find the door half-open, her arrival almost anticipated.

Rosemary telekinetically shuffled her Tarot deck and refilled her tea cup.

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