learn, adapt, and relax // sorbet

Rain tapped on the treehouse’s roof like little rat paws. On days 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. She sighed into a paw, tapped the spoon telekinetically against the cup, and inhaled the delicate aroma—

Thunder jolted her and the treehouse, quivering her teacup and jostling the drying herbs on the floor. The ocelot froze, four eyes wide and unblinking, until she realized the treehouse had, in fact, not been hit by lightning. She breathed a sigh of relief—she didn’t think she could take rebuilding and moving into another treehouse after lightning struck her home for a second time--and glanced at the door. It’d creaked 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 poured another cup of tea. 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, Sorbet will find the door half-open, and his arrival anticipated.

Rosemary telekinetically pulled out her copy of Glittership Year One and poured a second cup of tea as she waited.

[member=16927]SORBET •[/member]

SORBET MONROE ROUX

I'M LIVING SOMEONE ELSE'S LIFE.
SUPPRESSING WHO I WAS INSIDE.

information — plotting

How long had it been since he had set paw on the lands of the Typhoon? If only he could remember. Since he had been attacked the first time his memories and the connection he had with his family here had been severed. Everything he tried to think on something that had to do with his time here it felt like water slipping through his toes. He honestly didn't know much anymore, save for vague images, thoughts, words someone said. But he knew that he had been here before, maybe even lived here once. It just felt familiar to him and maybe even safe. But he was hesitant to truly believe in the feeling. All he had was the Palm Glades now. Sunhaven was gone and he needed to have more strength in himself. With his mother gone he felt like he truly had nothing left save for Medusa and...and Quasar. But he didn't even understand how he felt about the vaporwave canine. Shaking his head a bit he looked up at the storm clouds as he traveled from his current home and toward his destination. The rain was falling pretty heavily but luckily for him he had the ability to control water. Every droplet moved away from him as he walked and kept his trading items dry.

It didn't take him too long to get to the border and after asking someone for directions he was on his way. He had never seen a treehouse before but he could only assume what it was. A home in the trees, maybe he would make himself one of those. As he neared the structure he housed the blankets and hidden gems on his shoulders more before he made his way up, cringing lightly at the loud crack of thunder. He never liked storms but he knew that it was necessary. As he hoisted himself up he pulled his angular ears forward at the door that was already left ajar. For him maybe? He nudged it open wider before stepping inside. The smell of tea and peppermint met his nose along with honey. He breathed it in deeply before he carefully out the blankets down. "Hey, Miss Rosemary. Um, I came just like I said I would and I brought the blankets. Four of them. I also made the gems into a necklace you can wear, garnets and sapphires." All set in silver. He hoped it was enough all things considered. Thiugh he found himself at ease in this tree house and he turned to close the door.

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