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Gliding on air currents, the ocelot drifted down towards the Tanglers’ camp winglessly. A cluster of baskets shivered in the air beside her, but she’d had the good luck not to lose too many fresh plants to the jostling in the sky. Still, it was colder in these woods than she’d expected, and the ocelot wished she’d brought more than a scarf and sweater. But she wished, above all, she didn’t even have to leave her cozy treehouse.
Roan’s unfortunate disappearance came at an awful time for the sage. Rosemary wanted to introvert quietly in her treehouse, but the idiot had to get captured by the same group which’d stolen the bulk of their medical supplies. And while she humored her hermit tendencies for a rainy evening and dreary morning, it was time to face her duties. After all, if a pirate suffered because she didn’t have the supplies to treat them properly, then that would be on her conscious.
So Rosemary had decided to come, unannounced, the the Tanglers’ town. After all, she’d plopped in unannounced a fair few times during Vigenere’s reign, and nobody’d made a stunk about that. She assumed the new luminary would be much the same.
Rosemary held a paw to her chest, cleared her throat, and motioned a few wandering Tanglers to come towards her. “Ah. Hello. I’m Rosemary, from the Typhoon.”
One or two crowded around the shivering ocelot—which absolutely wrecked her social anxiety, but was the goal, unfortunately… Still, she hoped to catch the eye of someone who knew something about plants or, at the very least, had the power to bargain with the group’s medical supplies.
“I’m looking for mint, lavender, feverfew, cardinal flowers, and foxglove. The Iron Forged raided our temple, and these plants don’t grow in our territory, but I believe at least a few grow in yours.”
The ocelot sighed, adjusted her white scarf, and motioned with her forked tail to the baskets gently lowering to the ground beside her. A woven basket, filled to the brim with a red fruit with eye-like markings, settled between her front paws. Despite its lack of life-saving properties, it was her favorite of the bunch; when she didn’t want herbal teas and needed a kick, she turned to guaraná.
“I’ve brought guaraná, which improves fatigue… despite it’s rather terrifying appearance.” She pointed to the eye-like fruits, and then pointed out the other baskets beside her. “These, cajueiro and milhomens, are anti-inflammatory… and curare here is a muscle relaxant.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Roan’s unfortunate disappearance came at an awful time for the sage. Rosemary wanted to introvert quietly in her treehouse, but the idiot had to get captured by the same group which’d stolen the bulk of their medical supplies. And while she humored her hermit tendencies for a rainy evening and dreary morning, it was time to face her duties. After all, if a pirate suffered because she didn’t have the supplies to treat them properly, then that would be on her conscious.
So Rosemary had decided to come, unannounced, the the Tanglers’ town. After all, she’d plopped in unannounced a fair few times during Vigenere’s reign, and nobody’d made a stunk about that. She assumed the new luminary would be much the same.
Rosemary held a paw to her chest, cleared her throat, and motioned a few wandering Tanglers to come towards her. “Ah. Hello. I’m Rosemary, from the Typhoon.”
One or two crowded around the shivering ocelot—which absolutely wrecked her social anxiety, but was the goal, unfortunately… Still, she hoped to catch the eye of someone who knew something about plants or, at the very least, had the power to bargain with the group’s medical supplies.
“I’m looking for mint, lavender, feverfew, cardinal flowers, and foxglove. The Iron Forged raided our temple, and these plants don’t grow in our territory, but I believe at least a few grow in yours.”
The ocelot sighed, adjusted her white scarf, and motioned with her forked tail to the baskets gently lowering to the ground beside her. A woven basket, filled to the brim with a red fruit with eye-like markings, settled between her front paws. Despite its lack of life-saving properties, it was her favorite of the bunch; when she didn’t want herbal teas and needed a kick, she turned to guaraná.
“I’ve brought guaraná, which improves fatigue… despite it’s rather terrifying appearance.” She pointed to the eye-like fruits, and then pointed out the other baskets beside her. “These, cajueiro and milhomens, are anti-inflammatory… and curare here is a muscle relaxant.”
PEACEFALL
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?