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Rosemary’s whiskers twitched as Rhinestonestar and then a canid approached her. The ocelot buried her muzzle deeper into her turtleneck sweater as they talked, and her amber eyes narrowed skeptically at the mention of Vaas and Quasar. “I ran into the bright menace briefly during a previous trip. He does not seem the kind capable of sitting still and learning—I wouldn’t trust him to pick out marigold from a field of lavender.” She sighed; as much as she and Vaas had a complex history, she would much rather deal with his professional knowledge… or simply look over the Gladers’ supplies on her own.
“As long as you can give me access to his stores, I should be able to select them.” Her four eyes narrowed, and her right eyebrow twitched. “Rest assured, I wouldn’t clean anyone out of needed medical supplies. Not an enemy, and most certainly not an ally.”
The ocelot looked at Sorbet when she finished addressing Rhinestonestar, her forked tail flicking before coiling tight around her body for warmth. “A blanket would be appreciated. And gemstones are always good to trade with.” She could hear her teeth chatter. Her four eyes narrowed again and converged on the lanky canid, though she wasn’t looking at his face or, even, directly at him. Her smaller eyes narrowed, almost to slits, before they widened as she inspected his soul.
“I would love to teach you. However, until Roan—the Typhoon’s other healer—returns, I am the only medic int he Typhoon, so I can’t stay long enough to give you a proper lesson. If you would visit the Typhoon or wait until I can return for a longer period… then I would happily teach you.”
She cleared her throat. “I will need your name, though. And, of course, to have all of this herb trading sorted out before I go.”
[/td][/tr][/table]“As long as you can give me access to his stores, I should be able to select them.” Her four eyes narrowed, and her right eyebrow twitched. “Rest assured, I wouldn’t clean anyone out of needed medical supplies. Not an enemy, and most certainly not an ally.”
The ocelot looked at Sorbet when she finished addressing Rhinestonestar, her forked tail flicking before coiling tight around her body for warmth. “A blanket would be appreciated. And gemstones are always good to trade with.” She could hear her teeth chatter. Her four eyes narrowed again and converged on the lanky canid, though she wasn’t looking at his face or, even, directly at him. Her smaller eyes narrowed, almost to slits, before they widened as she inspected his soul.
“I would love to teach you. However, until Roan—the Typhoon’s other healer—returns, I am the only medic int he Typhoon, so I can’t stay long enough to give you a proper lesson. If you would visit the Typhoon or wait until I can return for a longer period… then I would happily teach you.”
She cleared her throat. “I will need your name, though. And, of course, to have all of this herb trading sorted out before I go.”
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?