02-21-2020, 11:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Bokarsi perked up at the voice, head swirling to face the stranger. They tilted their head to the side as they processed the words, watching the bobcat with faint curiosity. Their first contact with a resident of the realm! (Boar notwithstanding.) Oh no, what were they supposed to do? They were not briefed on what to do if they encountered a native.
Bokarsi floundered for a moment, hopping out of the water on three paws, their fourth paw reaching to rummage through their satchel. The child took out a small book and started madly flipping through the pages. Typhoon, Typhoon... Unfortunately, they could not find any information on the so-called Typhoon. At most, their emergency book advised one to keep their distance from the locale.
Ah! They paused their flipping with a jolt. What if this is a drill? Of course! It made sense: they were being tested. After all, spirits were a tricky lot, they were just like mortals but a whole lot more unpredictable. They had to learn how to deal with different scenarios at some point.
Bokarsi returned their book into their satchel and approached the stranger with a beam. The staff strapped to their back swung back and forth with their steps. "Yes, sorry, my name is Bokarsi!" They bounced on the heels of their paws, eyeing the man's jewelry. That, combined with his dark coloration would mean a pale wood would suit him best, no? Or perhaps a red wood with gold trimmings?
They snapped out of their thoughts. They could contemplate coffins some other time, they still had to secure information. Oh dear, they hoped the man would not ask for paperwork--they were not sure if the man in front of them could read their emergency contacts. "I am sorry, I am afraid I do not know much about the, er, Typhoon...Is it a nation? Or a city? Bokarsi asked sheepishly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the man's bandages. How did injuries look on this realm?
Bokarsi floundered for a moment, hopping out of the water on three paws, their fourth paw reaching to rummage through their satchel. The child took out a small book and started madly flipping through the pages. Typhoon, Typhoon... Unfortunately, they could not find any information on the so-called Typhoon. At most, their emergency book advised one to keep their distance from the locale.
Ah! They paused their flipping with a jolt. What if this is a drill? Of course! It made sense: they were being tested. After all, spirits were a tricky lot, they were just like mortals but a whole lot more unpredictable. They had to learn how to deal with different scenarios at some point.
Bokarsi returned their book into their satchel and approached the stranger with a beam. The staff strapped to their back swung back and forth with their steps. "Yes, sorry, my name is Bokarsi!" They bounced on the heels of their paws, eyeing the man's jewelry. That, combined with his dark coloration would mean a pale wood would suit him best, no? Or perhaps a red wood with gold trimmings?
They snapped out of their thoughts. They could contemplate coffins some other time, they still had to secure information. Oh dear, they hoped the man would not ask for paperwork--they were not sure if the man in front of them could read their emergency contacts. "I am sorry, I am afraid I do not know much about the, er, Typhoon...Is it a nation? Or a city? Bokarsi asked sheepishly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the man's bandages. How did injuries look on this realm?