08-31-2018, 08:19 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]It had become somewhat of a habit, or at least such was the name their tired mind might supply to the action, for the Sage to slip out of the public eye for a time. Uncommon as it though something whispered it was futile to make light of such things, their presence was needed no matter their condition, and necessary. The first had been because a sickness had set about them, left them shaky and unable to stand for any length of time, let alone freely work without causing further harm to both patient and any other of the team present, something none of them had needed at the time. The next, and rather recent, had been a grievous injury. Still was the ache there, lingering about the interior of their skull, seeming to shift its attention from the socket and the centre of their forehead. Somewhat unfortunately they knew well the dangers of addiction, a lesson they had no wish to be an example for, and so had refused any sort of pain relief.
Around a week had come and gone, though it was saying little for his sense of time was somewhat off currently as he had fallen into rather terrible habits as of late, a period during which they had grown increasing frustrated. The team had dwindled a great deal over that period of time and they held no want to allow their work to grow slack because of it, taking up a pace which offered only harm. The time off may have helped some, though the make-shift sling about their neck holding their injured foreleg up spoke otherwise, they wanted to get back into things and so thought to do so slowly.
They had meant to do this sometime ago, the task was a bit old by this point but things had come up and it had to be pushed back for a time, now seemingly the best opportunity to finally get to it. Upon the edge of the bay Silus had come across a few tide pools, the jagged rocks high enough the water within wasn't easily accessed, unless one fell in of course, and so offered the perfect chance to have live specimens. With some assistance they were able to set things up, within the deep water caught in the bowl of the tide pool a few critters were caught, simply waiting for high tide to sweep them out to the ocean once more.
“Oi, I'mma teach ya what not ta touch,” their voice rose, vocal cords unused to the volume and thus straining greatly, cracking by the end of it. Though not the best way to gather people together their placement, small paws easily finding solid ground on the rock at the very lip of the tide pool, hopefully enough to show the reason behind this. “Venomous shit, not wat eva shit ya thinkin of.” Apparently seeing the flaw in leaving their words at just that they offered the next part in a slightly lower voice, shifting so they could sit comfortably. After the way things had gone last time they wondered if it might end the same way, especially when the critters before them were highly venomous and could kill.
Around a week had come and gone, though it was saying little for his sense of time was somewhat off currently as he had fallen into rather terrible habits as of late, a period during which they had grown increasing frustrated. The team had dwindled a great deal over that period of time and they held no want to allow their work to grow slack because of it, taking up a pace which offered only harm. The time off may have helped some, though the make-shift sling about their neck holding their injured foreleg up spoke otherwise, they wanted to get back into things and so thought to do so slowly.
They had meant to do this sometime ago, the task was a bit old by this point but things had come up and it had to be pushed back for a time, now seemingly the best opportunity to finally get to it. Upon the edge of the bay Silus had come across a few tide pools, the jagged rocks high enough the water within wasn't easily accessed, unless one fell in of course, and so offered the perfect chance to have live specimens. With some assistance they were able to set things up, within the deep water caught in the bowl of the tide pool a few critters were caught, simply waiting for high tide to sweep them out to the ocean once more.
“Oi, I'mma teach ya what not ta touch,” their voice rose, vocal cords unused to the volume and thus straining greatly, cracking by the end of it. Though not the best way to gather people together their placement, small paws easily finding solid ground on the rock at the very lip of the tide pool, hopefully enough to show the reason behind this. “Venomous shit, not wat eva shit ya thinkin of.” Apparently seeing the flaw in leaving their words at just that they offered the next part in a slightly lower voice, shifting so they could sit comfortably. After the way things had gone last time they wondered if it might end the same way, especially when the critters before them were highly venomous and could kill.
