07-23-2018, 09:57 PM
[size=9pt]Jesus. This is not Imperia. Not how he'd seen her, anyway. She'd always had an edge to her, an uneasiness and a fragility. She was so susceptible to her surroundings, to emotion. He'd learned the hard way, fucking up on many occasions and baring witness to an unstable Peri as a result. Slowly, he was learning the signs and teaching himself not to be like that, because, if anything, it didn't do good things for Frenchie's pulse and he didn't want to have her passing out on him.
Now, though, she's... Distant. Her gaze sweeps over them and it's detached. When she speaks, her words lack the edge he knows she'd of had if it was just an ordinary accident in the sea. It looks to be something far more than that, but in the moment, he tells himself it's just the concussion. It's more to ease his own worry than anything. "Just-- Wait here a second. I'll be right back." He takes off for the undergrowth, where he knows there's both freshly gathered rain water and his days work; numerous herbs piled on top of each other. He takes one look at the poppy seeds and decides against it.
"Okay," he says, swallowing hard when he returns. He's got a convenient container of water in his maw, and he drops it in front of the she-wolf. "Drink up. There's no chance I'm giving you poppy seeds, like this. I don't really wanna' see stoned and concussed Imperia." They'll get her back to camp and settle her down, then he'll figure out what to do with her.
While he was gone, he'd missed most of her words, but he came back in time to catch her last few. Worried but desperate to conceal it, he roots through his herbs in search of something to help her, only glancing up occassionally. What she speaks of is so incredibly weird he's uneasy himself, but he tries for nonchalance. "Sounds like an acid trip. As long as you've not broken any ribs and you can actually see, I think we're okay. Whatever the fuck happened, once you're feeling not so fucked over, you'll be able to make more sense of it."
He's still staring at the wolf, chewing his lip with barely concealed concern, when Alexander has his outburst. And frankly, Moon can relate. "Yeah, kid," he muses, tone distant, "haven't you heard? Peri's half mermaid."
Now, though, she's... Distant. Her gaze sweeps over them and it's detached. When she speaks, her words lack the edge he knows she'd of had if it was just an ordinary accident in the sea. It looks to be something far more than that, but in the moment, he tells himself it's just the concussion. It's more to ease his own worry than anything. "Just-- Wait here a second. I'll be right back." He takes off for the undergrowth, where he knows there's both freshly gathered rain water and his days work; numerous herbs piled on top of each other. He takes one look at the poppy seeds and decides against it.
"Okay," he says, swallowing hard when he returns. He's got a convenient container of water in his maw, and he drops it in front of the she-wolf. "Drink up. There's no chance I'm giving you poppy seeds, like this. I don't really wanna' see stoned and concussed Imperia." They'll get her back to camp and settle her down, then he'll figure out what to do with her.
While he was gone, he'd missed most of her words, but he came back in time to catch her last few. Worried but desperate to conceal it, he roots through his herbs in search of something to help her, only glancing up occassionally. What she speaks of is so incredibly weird he's uneasy himself, but he tries for nonchalance. "Sounds like an acid trip. As long as you've not broken any ribs and you can actually see, I think we're okay. Whatever the fuck happened, once you're feeling not so fucked over, you'll be able to make more sense of it."
He's still staring at the wolf, chewing his lip with barely concealed concern, when Alexander has his outburst. And frankly, Moon can relate. "Yeah, kid," he muses, tone distant, "haven't you heard? Peri's half mermaid."
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