03-19-2022, 06:57 PM
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Rosemary. What a fitting name for a healer. Arseno wondered if she chose it for herself. Plenty of people among the pirate crew had changed their names, if not for secrecy then for a realization of a new identity. The molten-eyed canine could understand such a want. To forget ones old self in favor of the new.
"Lucky me," the wolf spoke congenially. alluding to the fact that he wouldn't have to patch himself up. Beneath his thick layer of fur lay a constellation of scars, and those treated by himself were often among the largest. Each landmark on a map with no x, no destination. Thus it was funny to think of the x marking the healers visage. That she would likely become his destination many times in the future. So much for her being a recluse.
'Can you tell me what you were doing when you got that stuck in your paw?'
She hardly had to ask. "Well I saw some otters cracking open mussels at a tidepool and figured I'd give it a try. Turns out big nails are mea-" an invisible pull was given to the bits of shell lodged in his paw and the smell of fresh blood indicated success. Arseno made no noise of complaint and continued on "-well my big paws aren't too dexterous. But the mussels were totally worth it. You-" his prattling was then interrupted by Rosemary's bedside manners and the usual medic spiel.
All the while the larger creature turned his attention to her floating cup wondering if it tasted as good as she made it sound. If she was willing to multitask on the job for it then it had to be a good cuppa leaf water. "Well that was right quick. Thanks, doc" Arseno spoke with a happy flop of his too-long tail. Looking to stand the horned wolf felt a pang of pain, eyes widening slightly as he eased pressure off the paw. "Whoops, almost forgot" he gave a chuckle, tail still slowing swaying.
Starting once more to hobble away Arseno half had a mind to stay. He had hardly spoken to anyone, given that most once noting his wild excitement for life were quick to shy away. He was a bit much, as he'd heard others say. And though he didn't want to bother serenity Rosemary kept in the temple Arsenos loneliness was a far more pressing emotion. Turning his upper half back towards the tea-laden feline his voice came once more, tone clearly in question of wether or not Rosemary wanted his company. "Are visits to you only allowed for fixing up, or might I be welcome for a tea party?"
"Lucky me," the wolf spoke congenially. alluding to the fact that he wouldn't have to patch himself up. Beneath his thick layer of fur lay a constellation of scars, and those treated by himself were often among the largest. Each landmark on a map with no x, no destination. Thus it was funny to think of the x marking the healers visage. That she would likely become his destination many times in the future. So much for her being a recluse.
'Can you tell me what you were doing when you got that stuck in your paw?'
She hardly had to ask. "Well I saw some otters cracking open mussels at a tidepool and figured I'd give it a try. Turns out big nails are mea-" an invisible pull was given to the bits of shell lodged in his paw and the smell of fresh blood indicated success. Arseno made no noise of complaint and continued on "-well my big paws aren't too dexterous. But the mussels were totally worth it. You-" his prattling was then interrupted by Rosemary's bedside manners and the usual medic spiel.
All the while the larger creature turned his attention to her floating cup wondering if it tasted as good as she made it sound. If she was willing to multitask on the job for it then it had to be a good cuppa leaf water. "Well that was right quick. Thanks, doc" Arseno spoke with a happy flop of his too-long tail. Looking to stand the horned wolf felt a pang of pain, eyes widening slightly as he eased pressure off the paw. "Whoops, almost forgot" he gave a chuckle, tail still slowing swaying.
Starting once more to hobble away Arseno half had a mind to stay. He had hardly spoken to anyone, given that most once noting his wild excitement for life were quick to shy away. He was a bit much, as he'd heard others say. And though he didn't want to bother serenity Rosemary kept in the temple Arsenos loneliness was a far more pressing emotion. Turning his upper half back towards the tea-laden feline his voice came once more, tone clearly in question of wether or not Rosemary wanted his company. "Are visits to you only allowed for fixing up, or might I be welcome for a tea party?"
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