WOKE UP THIS MORNING ☆ training + sage tryouts

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Goldie had been there solely to observe, oversee the training with her appointed soothsayer. His decision to retire and take it back so soon was dull in her mind, hardly taking up room at all. She wanted the boy to do what was best for himself, and she would not have been upset with him if he'd chosen to step back altogether, but after her decision to help Vigenere he changed his mind. It was clear he was born to heal, with his concern for others and hard working nature, but the tigress did not want him to feel so exhausted all the time. She's lived that way since she was little, and it was something she'd done herself to make sure her family would never have to go through such a thing. Clearly, it didn't work though, so she settled on helping him where she could, giving him things like coconut cake and cookies when she made them.

The same was still happening with her children, she knew, and the female was so overloaded by her own mind it was hard to stop it when she saw it. It was hard to even be around for it. But the tigress wanted nothing more than for her family to be healthy, happy, and safe. So, it was pleasing, at least, to see one of her sons approach for the lesson. She watches quietly and careful, tail tip twitching silently to herself.

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[i][b]whose side are you on? [color=#008ab5]what side is this anyway?
put  down  your  sword  and  crown,
come  lay  with  me  on  the  ground.
you come beating like moth's wings, spastic and violently,
whipping me into a storm shaking me down to the core.