05-13-2018, 11:47 PM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ tags
Hmm? Was someone crying? What was going on...?
Lil picked her head up, torn ears flicking as she focused on the source of the yelling. It sounded like... Jacob...?
Well, it’s time to investigate. The tabby mused, stretching before hearing the loud bangs and cries of something horrible happening. Oh— oh, this was serious.
Okay — first, herbs. Jacob was crying, hysterically at that, and needed to calm down.
Thyme I should have, chamomile is in the garden. He’ll need water— She jumped up on a shelf, grabbing one of her potion bottles that she believed to have water in it. Perhaps if it wasn’t so dark out, and perhaps if she hadn’t been rushing, she would’ve realized it wasn’t water but instead the Typhoon’s signature jungle juice. However, she didn’t notice, so when the filled bottle was secured into her rope necklace alongside the needed pouches, and the necklace secured around her neck, she hopped down from the shelving. And Pincher; Jacob will need Pincher, probably. For a moment she felt a spike of anxiety run through her— Pincher didn’t like her very much, and he certainly seemed to like Jacob more, so she needed to get in, do her job, and get out.
Heading out to her garden, she carefully padded on the stepping stones to make her way over to her chamomile patch. Plucking a couple of the herbs, she carried them by the mouth as she followed Jacob’s voice.
"Jacob, here." Lil said, speaking softer than usual — and admittedly, it was not just because of the other’s anxiety, but her own too. Quickly, she began to distract herself with medicine, a habit which wasn’t uncommon for the tabby. "Eat this chamomile and thyme, and drink this water." Technically the next step for treating shock patients was to lick their fur, but not only did Lil doubt Jacob wanted that, but she also didn’t want a mouth full of husky fur. "What’s going on? We can help you."
Lil picked her head up, torn ears flicking as she focused on the source of the yelling. It sounded like... Jacob...?
Well, it’s time to investigate. The tabby mused, stretching before hearing the loud bangs and cries of something horrible happening. Oh— oh, this was serious.
Okay — first, herbs. Jacob was crying, hysterically at that, and needed to calm down.
Thyme I should have, chamomile is in the garden. He’ll need water— She jumped up on a shelf, grabbing one of her potion bottles that she believed to have water in it. Perhaps if it wasn’t so dark out, and perhaps if she hadn’t been rushing, she would’ve realized it wasn’t water but instead the Typhoon’s signature jungle juice. However, she didn’t notice, so when the filled bottle was secured into her rope necklace alongside the needed pouches, and the necklace secured around her neck, she hopped down from the shelving. And Pincher; Jacob will need Pincher, probably. For a moment she felt a spike of anxiety run through her— Pincher didn’t like her very much, and he certainly seemed to like Jacob more, so she needed to get in, do her job, and get out.
Heading out to her garden, she carefully padded on the stepping stones to make her way over to her chamomile patch. Plucking a couple of the herbs, she carried them by the mouth as she followed Jacob’s voice.
"Jacob, here." Lil said, speaking softer than usual — and admittedly, it was not just because of the other’s anxiety, but her own too. Quickly, she began to distract herself with medicine, a habit which wasn’t uncommon for the tabby. "Eat this chamomile and thyme, and drink this water." Technically the next step for treating shock patients was to lick their fur, but not only did Lil doubt Jacob wanted that, but she also didn’t want a mouth full of husky fur. "What’s going on? We can help you."
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[div style="letter-spacing: -1px; font-size: 16pt; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; color: #353E84;"]II. THE HIGH PRIESTESS
this card in the upright position indicates quiet knowledge and wisdom of the unknowable. the high priestess’s inaction is a result of having done all that they can and knowing that the rest is in the universe’s hands. In the reversed position, this card indicates one whose judgement is clouded by stress and uncertainty, always concerned with the lives of others around them.
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lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ tri-souled ♕ tags