07-22-2018, 11:14 AM
ROSEMARY ROUX
A soft smile grew from her lips as she heard Coldblue's words and saw the genuine curiosity glowing from the bengal's aura. She watched him explore with her own curiosity, noticing how much he adores her book collection and notice of the various jarred plants and other herbalist objects. She found herself puzzeled why the young tomcat never properly seemed to express this side of himself around others - like his father, she only saw the boy treat the captain with a frigid callouseness. She, not unused to the idea of family secrets, never pressed to learn the reason why Coldblue seemed to dislike his father while Goldie adored him.
But, she noted to herself, it almost seemed like Coldblue became a bit more himself when he entered her quarters. No doubt, being away from others' prying eyes played a part, but she had to wonder if he really just needed to escape the weight of his family for a moment. As the silence stretched on, she thought about this oddness most of all but didn't press him. After all, Rosemary herself knew her authentic, private self was strikingly different from her public self.
As his words, her smile turns to a small frown - for what troubles a young apprentice like this so much? She could see the ghoulish color for embarrassment color the boy's words, and she felt a ping of empathy for him. Even in her family coven, Rosemary always found herself the odd one; the one that mastered concepts the quickest, but nevertheless seemed to incur disappointment from her elders whenever she used her abilities. "You're not useless or weak. Everyone has a few odd talents that define their usefulness to the group. You're young; you simply haven't figured out these talents yet," Rosemary countered him, her voice calm with a strong undertone of conviction.
She frowned again, slightly, as she contemplated his question. "I can certainly try to teach you everything I know, but most of my talents are innate - not everyone can make a chess set out of ice, for example. I can teach you medicine and plants, but you might not find the subject interesting and thus fail to stick with it. And you might have talents that I can't teach you, like how to fight or grow your own garden," she answered him, her head tilting to the side. After a small pause to gather the rest of her thoughts, she added, "It's not that I'm saying no, I'm asking that you keep searching and perfecting your own talents, rather than just learning from me. You can only go so far with one teacher." Rosemary, herself, accredited her strong magical and medical abilities to the fact she learned from everyone in the coven - without that wonderful environment supporting information communalism, she doubted she would have been ready to leave the coven after her little incident.
She smiled slightly, though, as she added, "I will be more than happy to help you with magic. I'm going to try and elicit a response from your magic with mine - it might get... uncomfortable." Narrowing her smaller pair of eyes, she focused on creating a telepathic link between the two of them. She could do this without his telepathic abilities, but she hoped the snap of its formation would create a small backlash from the boy's own mental magic. To help this along, she attempted to send a fluttering memory of yesterday's hunt for orchids, where she'd managed to find a couple growing out of a giant rock cracked down the middle.
But, she noted to herself, it almost seemed like Coldblue became a bit more himself when he entered her quarters. No doubt, being away from others' prying eyes played a part, but she had to wonder if he really just needed to escape the weight of his family for a moment. As the silence stretched on, she thought about this oddness most of all but didn't press him. After all, Rosemary herself knew her authentic, private self was strikingly different from her public self.
As his words, her smile turns to a small frown - for what troubles a young apprentice like this so much? She could see the ghoulish color for embarrassment color the boy's words, and she felt a ping of empathy for him. Even in her family coven, Rosemary always found herself the odd one; the one that mastered concepts the quickest, but nevertheless seemed to incur disappointment from her elders whenever she used her abilities. "You're not useless or weak. Everyone has a few odd talents that define their usefulness to the group. You're young; you simply haven't figured out these talents yet," Rosemary countered him, her voice calm with a strong undertone of conviction.
She frowned again, slightly, as she contemplated his question. "I can certainly try to teach you everything I know, but most of my talents are innate - not everyone can make a chess set out of ice, for example. I can teach you medicine and plants, but you might not find the subject interesting and thus fail to stick with it. And you might have talents that I can't teach you, like how to fight or grow your own garden," she answered him, her head tilting to the side. After a small pause to gather the rest of her thoughts, she added, "It's not that I'm saying no, I'm asking that you keep searching and perfecting your own talents, rather than just learning from me. You can only go so far with one teacher." Rosemary, herself, accredited her strong magical and medical abilities to the fact she learned from everyone in the coven - without that wonderful environment supporting information communalism, she doubted she would have been ready to leave the coven after her little incident.
She smiled slightly, though, as she added, "I will be more than happy to help you with magic. I'm going to try and elicit a response from your magic with mine - it might get... uncomfortable." Narrowing her smaller pair of eyes, she focused on creating a telepathic link between the two of them. She could do this without his telepathic abilities, but she hoped the snap of its formation would create a small backlash from the boy's own mental magic. To help this along, she attempted to send a fluttering memory of yesterday's hunt for orchids, where she'd managed to find a couple growing out of a giant rock cracked down the middle.
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I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?