follow me to the end! // necro mamba weekly tasks

[rochelle]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Her tongue was clicked between her teeth, sucking the side of her mouth as she approached Rosemary. Her nose was tilted towards the air, nostrils flared and ears twitching as she located the words between the jumble that came from the Soothsayer's throat. What she unscrambled appeared to be a calling for the Necro Mambas, which alerted her to quicken her pace, trace a more serious expression then the simple, unbothered one she'd been baring before. Migraines had been bouncing in and out of her head this past week, confining her to her shed or to the temple most of the day. She wondered if it was the sun that made her feel so ill, but the water she'd been drinking had been tasting sickly. It was an omen she wished to ignore, for it's meaning only had bad intentions for her personally, and making her concerns aloud would only worry the rest of her crewmates. Instead of do that, she would pick up her duties as a Soothsayer. The blind feline followed behind Temulin, taking note of the faint scents of the other Sages ... young Aita and bright Junji. "I'm going to take a tast as well, Rosemary." Fischer said softly, but loud enough for the Head Soothsayer to hear.