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VERSAILLESPALACE
Versailles isn't unfamiliar with the dangers of the wild - in fact, she has lived her whole life in severe isolation until living became nothing more than surviving and, subsequently, nothing. She'd joined the Ascendants not too long ago in search of a purpose and, while she hasn't quite found it, she figures she should hold up her end of the bargain and ensure that any potential newcomer won't be turned away - they said there's safety in numbers; while Versailles doesn't necessarily agree with that (she thinks quite the opposite), she does acknowledge that living with others helps alleviate the crushing loneliness of living alone.
The blue and gold pads over and spares the downed lion a glance - big creature, big target - and she lets out a soft huff before turning to the other Ascendant there. The direwolf is bigger than both of them, but he smells the same as anyone - there is no fear or wavering lingering in the much smaller she-cat, only a curious twinge of her gossamer whiskers, a flick of her prehensile tail. "I'm gonna be frank, big guy, I don't know who the 'cleric' is yet so it'd probably be best that you go find them," she starts with a cock of her head, golden eyes never leaving Bubonicplague. "I bet we can save the questions later and just get him someone who could keep his leg from getting infected or something. Gangrene's not fun."
With a shrug of her shoulders, a familiar gesture to the she-cat, she turns back to the lion and carefully brushes the tip of her tail across his shoulder - a reassuring but slight gesture, barely even touching. Her expression doesn't changes, but a flicker of warmth swirls in her eyes, the most anybody could ever even get out of the feline. "No need to tire yourself out. Someone will be along to help you out."
The blue and gold pads over and spares the downed lion a glance - big creature, big target - and she lets out a soft huff before turning to the other Ascendant there. The direwolf is bigger than both of them, but he smells the same as anyone - there is no fear or wavering lingering in the much smaller she-cat, only a curious twinge of her gossamer whiskers, a flick of her prehensile tail. "I'm gonna be frank, big guy, I don't know who the 'cleric' is yet so it'd probably be best that you go find them," she starts with a cock of her head, golden eyes never leaving Bubonicplague. "I bet we can save the questions later and just get him someone who could keep his leg from getting infected or something. Gangrene's not fun."
With a shrug of her shoulders, a familiar gesture to the she-cat, she turns back to the lion and carefully brushes the tip of her tail across his shoulder - a reassuring but slight gesture, barely even touching. Her expression doesn't changes, but a flicker of warmth swirls in her eyes, the most anybody could ever even get out of the feline. "No need to tire yourself out. Someone will be along to help you out."
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