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“I am.” Rosemary tilted her head towards him, telekinetically waving her cup of tea in greeting before taking a sip. “Rosemary Roux, expert at stitching up wounds and brewing delicious tea.”
Quite terrible at social norms herself, the healer didn’t notice the brown wolf’s breach of personal space. Her attention focused on the paw he held close to his torso, well off the ground and cleaner than his other paws. When he held it out, she could see the shell sliver stuck inside. Painful, yes, but not terribly difficult.
“I haven’t seen you around before, Arseno. I suppose you’re new? Though I… tend to keep to myself, until I have sporadic itches to socialize.” Rosemary telekinetically placed her cup on the table. “Can you tell me what you were doing when you got that stuck in your paw?”
Rosemary honestly didn’t need to know. But it would make it easier if he started telling a yarn, getting distracted by his own words or even her weird four eyes again. The witch was used to people staring, anyway. She’d only met one other person (outside of her mother’s family, that is) with an eye mutation.
Once he spoke a sentence or two—even if he started making a fuss about taking a closer look at his paw, didn’t matter as long as he got distracted—Rosemary would reach out to the shell sliver with her telekinesis and attempt to yank it out. She’d toss the sliver into the trash, retrieve a tin of comfrey-goldenrod paste, and sip her tea again. All without raising a single paw; she wasn’t called a witch for nothing, what with having far more dexterity with her telekinesis than all four paws put together.
“I hope that wasn’t too painful? Well. I just need to put the salve on, then a bandage, and you’ll be fine. Try to stay off it until the pain goes away. And keep it clean.” As she spoke, Rosemary inspected his injured paw while her tea hovered near her head. “Doesn’t look too deep, but if it starts swelling, doesn’t stop bleeding, or smells weird then run back here and I’ll fix you up.”
[/td][/tr][/table]Quite terrible at social norms herself, the healer didn’t notice the brown wolf’s breach of personal space. Her attention focused on the paw he held close to his torso, well off the ground and cleaner than his other paws. When he held it out, she could see the shell sliver stuck inside. Painful, yes, but not terribly difficult.
“I haven’t seen you around before, Arseno. I suppose you’re new? Though I… tend to keep to myself, until I have sporadic itches to socialize.” Rosemary telekinetically placed her cup on the table. “Can you tell me what you were doing when you got that stuck in your paw?”
Rosemary honestly didn’t need to know. But it would make it easier if he started telling a yarn, getting distracted by his own words or even her weird four eyes again. The witch was used to people staring, anyway. She’d only met one other person (outside of her mother’s family, that is) with an eye mutation.
Once he spoke a sentence or two—even if he started making a fuss about taking a closer look at his paw, didn’t matter as long as he got distracted—Rosemary would reach out to the shell sliver with her telekinesis and attempt to yank it out. She’d toss the sliver into the trash, retrieve a tin of comfrey-goldenrod paste, and sip her tea again. All without raising a single paw; she wasn’t called a witch for nothing, what with having far more dexterity with her telekinesis than all four paws put together.
“I hope that wasn’t too painful? Well. I just need to put the salve on, then a bandage, and you’ll be fine. Try to stay off it until the pain goes away. And keep it clean.” As she spoke, Rosemary inspected his injured paw while her tea hovered near her head. “Doesn’t look too deep, but if it starts swelling, doesn’t stop bleeding, or smells weird then run back here and I’ll fix you up.”
PEACEFALL
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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?