Wish My Life Away // Rosemary

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It had been a little bit of time since Solveig had made her way into the Typhoon in the most graceful of fashions- of which seemed to be actually a very common method of reaching the isolated island. Her shoulder was still bandaged and sore, but it was healing every day, and almost better than it had been. Had it not been for the fact she had been swept into the ocean for nearly an entire day with an open gash on her shoulder, perhaps it would have already been healed by now. At the very least, the salt water had done quite a number on keeping infection out. As for Solveig, well, she was settling in easy enough. Seeing Pincher again was... Well, it was a shock to say the least, but she had tried not to let the sight of a former familiar face trip her up too much as she settled into a small home on his territory. Perhaps it was for that reason that Solveig stayed. Perhaps it was for other reasons that she did. After all, why would one wonder why she washed up on the beach if it seldom mattered? She were only now another face in the crowd, another figure to forget.

Yet Rosemary seemed to be quite the opposite. She had been lingering on the girl for a while. She was bright, and smart, and had a wicked tongue. Yet, people around here seemed to respect her and rely on her for.. just about anything. It was that odd sense of respect that dictated how Solveig was to conduct herself around Rosemary, but there was something about her that set her on edge. Solveig was not one to show emotion- she had herself carefully locked down and controlled, from every breath, to every shift of her body, from her eyes all the way down to her paws.

But the way Rosemary had shut Solveig out of her head and demanded she spoke verbally had struck a sour chord with her. She could understand the hate of telepathy- Too well- but such a reaction? What the heck was that? Her thoughts mulled as she sat outside her little humble abode, her paws absentmindedly working with a small stalk of Aloe. She had all intentions to carefully split the thing open, if she had a knife, but she didn't. Instead, she rolled it idly between her dry paws, sat carefully given the soreness of her shoulder as she exhaled in a faint sigh. Rosemary. Caeser- the faces she had met so far were either indifferent towards her, or hostile. Was she really such an unwelcome face, even here? Even after all she had escaped? Maybe she was.

//hope this is good enough eep

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