JUST YOU WAIT / sage tryouts

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[Masie]

Slender legs moved along the sands of the territory, carrying her easily towards the scent of Goldie the young raptor once more testing how quickly she could track someone down. It took a little longer than she would like, with the fact she no longer could find Techno the young creature was becoming increasingly intent on being able to track someone down swiftly. The voice of Goldie broke through her own idea's and thinking, slowing down as she emerged from the brush nearby, shaking a few leaves out of her growing down. She was starting to itch.

What was the other female doing? The raptor recognized some of the words, mostly the healer related one's since she had been invested in Techno and thus heard some of those terms enough to realize what a sage was supposed to be, a mini plant cat. Slowly, she walked up and used her small arms to maneuver one of the books onto the ground watching it fall open. What was it about these that related to sages, Masie couldn't quiet put that together yet, one of her foot claws tapping the opened page. The raptors head tilted clearly confused by the text having no knowledge of reading nor writing at the moment.

[SÉAMUS]

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Séamus isn't sure what propelled him to follow Goldie's voice, sea-green optics blinking once at the mention of sages.  They were lacking in high number, weren't they?  Seems more like Raz's thing.  Books and helping others and whatnot.  Nonetheless the fae flicked his ear, a thought beginning to turn the gears in his mind.  He may not know a lot about healing herbs but he knew a few things about the opposite sort of plants.

// link -- https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8725.0

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán

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NAME: ... ¦ GENDER: ? ¦ LEVEL: 2 ¦ ♡: 1
STR: 1 ¦ DEF: 1 ¦ CON: 1 ¦ DEX: 1 ¦ INT: 1
PER: 2 ¦ CHR: 1 ¦ AGL: 1 ¦ WIL: 1 ¦ LCK: 1

"...[b][i]Host a lesson over how to take care of somethin'. Could be burns, cuts, an illness, or somethin' else. Wanna know how? Study up, got books for a reason.[/i]"[/b]

They wobbles towards where They spots a few creatures gathering before the Bengal cat. The one whose youthful heart beats the colour that paints Their world as her voice does: passionate gold. Words laces with authority, Their ears flicks, a sign of well listening, and They glances at the piles of written creations. Trembling puny paws and baby bones shivering, They approaches closer to them and tilts Their head. Mismatched eyes gleams with interest, celestial mind attempts to grasp her leaving words back to the center.

Host a lesson over how to take care of somethin'.

Consciousness of pleasant memories forms within gentle brain—the time when They was given kindness from those who made Their world soft the moment They first arrived to it. Especially, Elijah—Their friend who speaks among the stars and beasts with iron integrity. Their lips soon carry a smile. How it feels light upon them, yet the rest of Their body feels the opposite. Heavy. Meanwhile, it drags Them down and down and down until Their tummy rests on the sands, chin on forepaws.

Eventually, a giggle slips through tiny teeth, given from a thought of being someone like Elijah. A hero. Will this make Them one?

(  * New objective: Study on a topic before providing a lesson of it!  )

Attention only on studying and making up the best lesson of the subject They will be choosing, excitement rushes through veins, as Their presence brings joy through shining smiles and twinkling eyes. They claps Their forepaws before They reaches towards a sheet They hopes provides a simple guide for Them to share to the creatures of rich intentions and sharp eagerness. "'Kay!," They squeals to the Quartermaster with another giggle. Then, They looks at Their selected note and spots a title of it. 

How To Deal With Cuts & Infections

Though, confused at the way it was written, after a moment of reading it a couple of times to Themself, They decides to get into this topic and leaves the area for Them to study in peace. To have entities like Elijah be proud of Them.

Link: https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8730.0

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]He was made aware that mama had stepped down from his position of soothsayer. He was busy, always working and Elijah's heart condition didn't help with Junji's case. A part of him wonders if he is the reason Junji chose to leave his post as an official healer, resigning so he will have more time for his children. The demiangel's wings shift uncomfortably when he looks at Goldenluxury, one of the Quartermasters of The Typhoon. She was the nicer one of the two apparently, the more compassionate one. Her avian companion, however, makes the boy just a little uncomfortable. He doesn't want eagles swooping out of the sky and snatching Thirteen off of his head, the child only approaching because he had noticed his nameless friend scurrying towards her to listen. Sage tryouts. While the boy has some understanding of healing, he does not want to become a part of the Necro Mambas. Not yet, at least. He's seen how busy mama was when he was head soothsayer. Elijah doesn't want to abandon his family and have no time for his adventures, his time for imagination and exploring. There are rocks he wants to collect, secrets he wants to discover.

He is, perhaps, unseen by his friend who scattered off to prepare some kind of class. He admires their effort and is willing to support them in any way he can. For now he will be a simply bystander, not wishing to join the healer division because he still wants to enjoy his childhood.

/trying to keep this thread as close as it can be to the top dflskjfdslkj/

[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
Seeing his brother certainly threw the faerie for a loop.  With a warm, friendly smile, the pirate inclined his head towards Goldie.  A lesson on how to help something.  He could think of a few options he already knew.  Part of every soldier's training should include first aid after all, and Kian had taken the lessons with stride and to heart.  The wellbeing of his squad had been essential to him, and he felt the same way later about his first pirate crew, and the Typhoon now as well.

With a glance towards his twin, Kian supposed he'd figured out a specific topic that might be useful.  Everyone ought to know the basics of first aid, such as common injuries.  He wondered what his brother might have in store, though he knew little of the other's medical knowledge.  He does know his way around the more dangerous sorts of plants... Ah, that makes sense.

link --- https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8828.0

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