jervis [✦] corrupted

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —

As it was the vixen nearly jumped out of her fur.  She took step backs, conscious that both her ears had gone non-corporal in fright. Sheepishly, she shuffled her paws, head shaking quickly to and fro.  The fur on the back of her neck prickled and since she could put a name to the face, she knew this was not a Tangler speaking to her.  Or a crewmate.

But Suvi lived by a code.  Kindness to all.  Friendliness first.  Kiira had a few words on that.  Broken trust and the fear of hurt.  A confusing medley of memories and beliefs that did not meld perfectly.

As snow white paws continued to press into the ground, kneading nervously, the sawbone considered the words spoken.  "N-no... I know wh-where I am," she flicked an ear, unmatched hues dancing and flickering like a caught flame.  Perhaps she did look a little lost, but not in that sense, no.  Nice words.  Bad aura.

Jervis.  Vaguely familiar.  Too vague.  Not a Tangler.  Not a crewmate.  But he did have something to do with the Typhoon.  Suvi or Kiira?  If he thought she was lost, he might've focused more on the traces of the Typhoon's scent on her.  "'m Suvi." At least that she could say without stumbling over her words.

"A-are you lost?" She turned on him, brows creasing.  That's a stupid thing to ask.  "O-or j-just passing through?" Truth be told, she did not mind the latter very much.  Her job as a sawbone was to be helpful, and as far as she felt concerned, she could be helpful to those outside of Tanglewood, and even the Typhoon.

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —