10-14-2020, 08:25 PM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
One small eye squinted at Vaas at his statement. Rhinestonestar’s arrival, however, prevents her from questioning the tiger on what he meant. Or to answer his challenge and hurl saltwater, this time with purpose, at his nickname. The one eye remained on him, as her attention drifted to the domestic feline.
The ocelot tilted her head, somewhat perplexed the tomcat led the group. The rusted cat made little impression, but then, so rarely did strange men at first glance. Her right ear flicked before she responded, and the healer nodded, though her body language was a beat slower. Strangers required much more brainpower to deal with than friends or, even, acquaintances.
“Yes. Though I would prefer to teach someone already interested in the subject. I have no interest in forcing someone to memorize life-or-death knowledge. Or dealing with an unruly child with no appreciation for the side-effects, both good and bad, of any given drug.” Rosemary sighed. She’d taught many, seen many sages demoted in the Typhoon, and it’d always been her main reason to dislike teaching anyone.
“I won’t stay long this time, but, if you need a healer, you can send word my way to the Typhoon. Though, if I’m needed for a long period, I’ll need to coordinate with Roan—the Typhoon’s other healer—and Goldie. I believe you’ve already met my niece?” The last question was almost rhetorical, as she flippantly moved on. She’d heard Lovekit’s story about PalmClan, and the resulting curiosity towards them had, in no small part, motivated her to come here. Especially if the kitten ended up making a habit of running over here.
“Ah, yes, the Typhoon is always changing… but the Roux family has always kept the place close to its pirate roots,” she said, the second of her smaller eyes looking at Vaas.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]The ocelot tilted her head, somewhat perplexed the tomcat led the group. The rusted cat made little impression, but then, so rarely did strange men at first glance. Her right ear flicked before she responded, and the healer nodded, though her body language was a beat slower. Strangers required much more brainpower to deal with than friends or, even, acquaintances.
“Yes. Though I would prefer to teach someone already interested in the subject. I have no interest in forcing someone to memorize life-or-death knowledge. Or dealing with an unruly child with no appreciation for the side-effects, both good and bad, of any given drug.” Rosemary sighed. She’d taught many, seen many sages demoted in the Typhoon, and it’d always been her main reason to dislike teaching anyone.
“I won’t stay long this time, but, if you need a healer, you can send word my way to the Typhoon. Though, if I’m needed for a long period, I’ll need to coordinate with Roan—the Typhoon’s other healer—and Goldie. I believe you’ve already met my niece?” The last question was almost rhetorical, as she flippantly moved on. She’d heard Lovekit’s story about PalmClan, and the resulting curiosity towards them had, in no small part, motivated her to come here. Especially if the kitten ended up making a habit of running over here.
“Ah, yes, the Typhoon is always changing… but the Roux family has always kept the place close to its pirate roots,” she said, the second of her smaller eyes looking at Vaas.