STARLIGHT / o, sick

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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna was a wreck. A exhausted wreck. For the past week, the female had stayed in her room- which wasn't her normal thing to do. Piles of books were stacked all around her room, as if she had read most of them.

The wildcat did not look so great either. Lines could be seen under her eyes and her entire pelt was a mess. Her facial features were somewhat flushed and sweat was dripping down her forehead. It seemed she had come down with something.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.

[BASTILLEPAW]

In the haze following Starry's death, Bastille had been struggling to both keep himself in check and keep track of those he cared about, as if any one of them might slip out of his line of vision and decide to leave him, too. Sure, the apathy weighing him down made it hard to care about much of anything, but through the fog he knew that his mentor had been AWOL for a bit. He just didn't have the damn energy to track her down, though eventually he went wondering down the halls and stopped outside her room. His dead stare flickered over the books with little interest -- since when did books not interest him? -- before it stopped at her, and he scowled.

"Are you sick?" he demanded, the words a little harsher than he meant; for a brief moment, he blamed her for not telling them, for not getting help, for putting herself in danger -- but he knew it was irrational, and bit back more demanding questions about why the hell she wasn't seeing Rad or anyone.

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[Suiteheart]

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The smell of sickness was not an easy thing to mask in the crips air of the Observatory. No flowers grew within its walls to mask the stench, so it was no surprise that Suiteheart stepped forward to join Bastille. A concerned look touched her delicate features as her baby blues swept over Lunafreya and the mess of her room. It was never good to have someone sick, and it was even worse because it was Luna. Luna was often a prominent member of the Ascendants, and with all that was happening as of late, Suite prayed they were not about to lose someone to fucking sickness. "You look like hell," she breathed, stepping forward to examine her more closely.

Suite would nod at Bastille's question, but she would allow Luna to speak for herself. The flushed look on the other's face was not a good sign. She chalked it up to fever, however, and when she noted how the other seemed to be sweating, she arched an eyebrow. Didn't that usually mean a fever was breaking? She tried to recall at the books she had read that were stored in the Cleric's quarters, but she couldn't. Damn, Rad needed to hurry up and get the hell back here. She'd already let Starrynight die. Who the hell else was going to kick the bucket while their healer was absent?

Realizing her expression had twisted into something sharp and angry, she shook her head and returned it to a look of warmth and concern. "Luna, why don't you lie down, huh? I think you've stayed up way passed your bedtime," the Cosmic General chuckled, trying to draw humor into this situation. [color=#99182C][b]"Sleep's your bodies natural way of fighting off sickness. Maybe you just need a good, long nap... But tell us, what's wrong?"

[★ HAZEL]

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★  WHEN MY HEART IS MADE FROM GOLD AND FORGIVENESS SEEMS TOO BOLD

Hazel hadn't seen Luna for a while. The feline had been skirting just along the edge of her peripheral for a few weeks, and she couldn't figure out why. She didn't really blame her - there had been a lot going on recently, and Starry's death had everyone reacting in a slightly different way. Hazel's own mind and heart were still heavy, tight with the knowledge that the former Astral Seraph no longer walked among them.

So when Hazel finally did find Luna (or happen across her) it was most likely due to the fact that she was drawing a small crowd. It only seemed to be Suite and Bastille at the moment, but they sounded worried. Concerned. Brows pinched, Hazel trotted over, nose scrunching as the tell-tale scent of sickness wafted along the roof of her mouth. That...couldn't be anything good. Hazel was never around medicine much in her old clan; when she was sick, Mother would give her the bare minimum of what they had and that was it. Hazel never even really knew what it was.

Still. She had to be good for something around here. She didn't know how to fight, read, or cook, and she certainly didn't know anything about medication or healing. A small shred of something withered inside of her and dimmed her aura for a moment before she shook it away. She was good for morale support right now, and...yeah, she'd take that.

Hazel let Suite do the talking, allowing her attention to sweep towards Bastille for the moment. He sounded tired - which, given the context and circumstances, was to be expected, but Bastille had the added weight of leadership sitting on his shoulders. He had to be exhausted. Hazel wanted to ask after his health, but found herself looking away instead, remembering that he had been somewhat avoiding her since Starry's death. She didn't know why, and that lack of knowledge was incredibly frustrating. She hadn't done anything wrong, right? She had tried to stay out of his way, hoping it wasn't anything to do with her specifically, but he avoided her anyway. Not only that, but she hadn't been back in his room for a reading lesson for the few days, and it was irritating her. It wasn't just the skills she was gaining from the sessions that she missed, but seeing the different side of him. The softer, lighter side.

Hazel huffed out a short sigh under her breath, turning back to Suite and Luna. "Is there anything I can do to help?" The girl asked, concern still present. "Can I get you anything, Luna?"

★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
c) miithers

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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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To avoid stressing all of her Clanmates out even more after Starry's death, Luna had decided to keep away from her Clanmates because she didn't want them getting sick. Upon hearing Bastille's fierce voice, Luna lifted her head up. "Yes, I'm sick. I don't want anyone else getting sick, plus Rade hasn't been seen around for some time."

Noticing Suiteheart and Hazel enter the room, the Starstruck Guardian shook her head and let out a sigh. "It's only a fever, it should pass in a day or two. Hazel, could you get me a small cup of tea? It might help, I used to use tea as a remedy for illness when I was younger."

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.