he stumbled into faith and thought / rosemary

[ROSEMARY]

[align=center]SHE LOST HER VOICE DOWN BY THE RIVER, SCREAMING FOR COURAGE

After the disastrous meeting, the ocelot kept her distance from the pharaoh to let him calm down. She felt the swirling emotions clouding his mind and, to some degree, picked up on the voice he called Mother giving him trouble. To know that the Rosebloods followed such an erratic leader troubled her; in truth, she felt tempted to go back to the Typhoon and tell her brother what she learned of their vulnerabilities. But that, she knew, would only lead to further violence. She needed to try saner methods before she was willing to throw away her chance for a new home.

Adjusting her satchel at her side, the physician walked to Sephiroth’s quarters with cautionary glances from her four eyes. The mage felt exposed coming here without her pet, but she doubted the lion would approve of her bringing such a dangerous beast to his quarters after the fights from the meeting. So she walked alone with quiet pawsteps, trying to avoid the other members seeing her on her way.

As she drew closer to the cracked door, she caught fragments of his words. Her ears twitched, and the witch hesitated. He sounded angry – but part of that rage landed on this ‘Mother,’ if she heard correctly. Chancing a glance inside, she used her paw to push open the door; all four eyes closed in on his sprawled form, clearly in agony from his head wound. She saw the emotions swirling about his soul with her clairvoyance ability, and felt tempted to quietly back away. The mage saw what he did when angry, how he thought sacrificing juveniles to gods made sense when he wanted to parade around on his power trip. If possible, she wanted to avoid that bit of his wrath.

But she was also a healer by nature. Growing up in a witch coven, she knew her way around more than a few mental illnesses and how to ease physical wounds – she doubted anyone in the group were more qualified to help him than herself. Stepping into his chambers, she softly kicked the door. She didn’t necessarily like feeling trapped in a room with him, but allowing the rest of the group to see him like this… well, the meeting already went sour.

“I’m sorry if this is a bad time, Sephiroth. But it would be best for me to attend to your wounds as soon as possible.” The male sustained quite the head thwack, from where she saw the brawl, and it looked quite irritated up close. She carefully took a few steps closer to his head, warily ready to stop if he showed any signs of killing her like the young lion. Her forked tail swished behind her as she went through a mental list of the things to grab from her bag – she wasn’t sure if he suffered from a broken bone in his face or not, though she hoped she wouldn’t have to deal with that. How troublesome, especially with a patient whose god complex likely wouldn’t let him believe he needed to keep bandages on his face.

With slight hesitation, she added, “I could also lend an ear, if you’d like. I’m sure the meeting… well, I'm sure it veered far off from your expectations.” Her tone remained neutral and curious, no matter how much disgust she personally felt.