07-30-2018, 08:35 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Fortunately for Moon and perhaps unfortunately for Gabe, there is no maiming required.
Imperia wishes that she could spend her day hovering in the cleric’s den, watching and worrying over all of her patients, especially Harland. The unfortunate reality of being a cleric for such a large clan is that she is often summoned to the outskirts of the territory to attend to injured strangers and joiners. But she knows that Moonmade will be around to keep a watchful eye on the youth. Peri is many things. Timid, dreamy, easily distracted, but she does have a keen eye. She notices things. More things than people think she does. And it is not hard to see that the lion is making a plethora of excuses to remain in Harland’s presence at all times.
She is returning from a house call to check up on a sick elder when the young she-wolf spots a large group congregating outside of the cleric den. Moon, Gabriel, Suiteheart, and little Harland. She hears her name exchanged between lips, which only piques her curiosity even more. ”Do you need me for something?” asks the creature as she approaches, soft words sweetened with a faint French accent. Silver fur, though shiny as always, is a touch disheveled from a day spent out on the field. Her usual scent of lavender and citrus is overpowered by all the herbs she has been working with throughout the day.
Fatigue casts a dark shadow upon her lovely features, but Imperia is not the sort to let a little bit of tiredness hinder her duties. People need her to heal them. And she needs to spend all of her free time learning how to forge pendants. There’s no time for extra sleep.
The elegant canine slows to a halt in between Suite and Moon, gazing down at the child which seems to have captured everyone else’s attention. ”You are looking much livelier, mon petit chou.” she says with a warm smile, lowering her head to get a better look at the wound.
Imperia wishes that she could spend her day hovering in the cleric’s den, watching and worrying over all of her patients, especially Harland. The unfortunate reality of being a cleric for such a large clan is that she is often summoned to the outskirts of the territory to attend to injured strangers and joiners. But she knows that Moonmade will be around to keep a watchful eye on the youth. Peri is many things. Timid, dreamy, easily distracted, but she does have a keen eye. She notices things. More things than people think she does. And it is not hard to see that the lion is making a plethora of excuses to remain in Harland’s presence at all times.
She is returning from a house call to check up on a sick elder when the young she-wolf spots a large group congregating outside of the cleric den. Moon, Gabriel, Suiteheart, and little Harland. She hears her name exchanged between lips, which only piques her curiosity even more. ”Do you need me for something?” asks the creature as she approaches, soft words sweetened with a faint French accent. Silver fur, though shiny as always, is a touch disheveled from a day spent out on the field. Her usual scent of lavender and citrus is overpowered by all the herbs she has been working with throughout the day.
Fatigue casts a dark shadow upon her lovely features, but Imperia is not the sort to let a little bit of tiredness hinder her duties. People need her to heal them. And she needs to spend all of her free time learning how to forge pendants. There’s no time for extra sleep.
The elegant canine slows to a halt in between Suite and Moon, gazing down at the child which seems to have captured everyone else’s attention. ”You are looking much livelier, mon petit chou.” she says with a warm smile, lowering her head to get a better look at the wound.