03-21-2018, 10:38 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
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Seriously, that was probably an issue. What if someone got injured? What if someone was sick? Obviously, Starrynight was trying to get everything together, but if it turned out Bast's knowledge of herbs was the best around, that was pretty damn sad. Maybe he'd ask around later, see if anyone knew a damn thing. Maybe he'd ask to borrow a neighboring group's healer to train some people. Whatever- not important at the moment.
"You can stay as long as you want," he said idly with a shrug, turning towards the Observatory. "Starry loves everyone, I swear. Plus, we have an open invite out for newcomers, since he just started the place up and shit. I'll show you to the camp." Bastille was not one to stick around aimlessly, and she looked tired; he started towards home without further ado. "Whats your name, any way?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]