when you were young [o, joiner]

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    God, he was finally away from that dreaded place. For once in his life he was free to make his own decisions, though he wasn't doing the best job at it. He had been so caught up in trying to pack up all of his things and saying goodbye to the one or two people he loved that the canine hadn't even stopped to think about where he heading to. In fact, he hadn't even bothered looking at a map or asking people for directions, mostly in fear that somebody would discover him and force him to go back home. So now the golden retriever was stuck aimlessly wandering around in search of some sort of shelter as night started to rapidly descend on him. The only good thing that came out of this was that these woods happened to be chock-full of herbs, and being a botanist / doctor, Tiger found himself jumping at the chance to restock his storages, even if he was about to fall asleep on his feet. The male was so tired that he had failed to notice the ever so faint scent-lines for the old territory he had crossed quite a while back, and didn't even notice that he was intruding until he arrived at the stone staircase that led up to the islands.


    Being the gentleman that he was [and not wanting to cause and further trouble], Tiger was quick to realize his mistake and automatically stopped in his tracks, looking at the staircase for a moment before sitting down and starting to wait. If he was correct, someone would eventually come by and spot him, and assuming that this was a peaceful clan, hopefully they would allow him to stay here until daybreak. Since he didn't want to cause a commotion, the golden retriever wouldn't say anything as he waited, and instead took off his leather messenger bag and started to sort through his herbs supplies, quietly reciting their names under his breath. "Borage, Burdock, Chervil, Coltsfoot..." Didn't he used to have more Dock? The poppy seeds were also starting to run low. Hmm, he would have to go searching for some when time permitted.

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    jacob wickliff / blizzardclan & medic trainee / male [♀] / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ Jacob had an incredibly hard time getting up and down the stairs in Blizzardclan's territory given he was now stuck in the wheelchair he'd created for himself. It was useful in getting most places but the stairs were not on. So, he usually had to ask someone to help him out and today there had been a few NPCs that were more than happy to do so. After that, he had been left on his own to look for herbs. He was able to grow whatever he wanted beneath his paws but he liked having something to do, especially with how worried he'd been lately. Having something to do made him focus on something that maybe wasn't as pressing or fear inducing as everything that'd been happening lately. He was just about to head back when he spotted someone near the stairs. He'd quickly make his way over with a pleasant smile settling on his lips. As he got closer, he could hear someone listing off different herbs. The medic trainee's interest was piqued even farther and he'd try to make his way over as quickly as he could, the squeaking of his wheels growing louder as he did so. "Um, hi, sir! I'm Jacob. What are ya' doin? Ya' some kinda' medic?" He would ask curiously. "Oh, n' what are ya' doin' in Blizzardclan's territory?" He would add the second question as an afterthought.

    Everything hurt, god damn everything and maybe it had been a bad idea to get in a fight with someone. She hadn't thought about the physical aspects of actually getting in a fight and surviving it to feel the pains later on. Her head was bandaged, her ribs bandaged up tighter than hell to make sure that her three broken ribs would heal correctly, her nose was bruised and hell it might even be broken and her left shoulder was bandaged up as well. She felt like a walking zombie which she shouldn't have been walking anywhere. Not with broken ribs anyway. But she was and she moved with a slow gaunt that looked like she was going to fall over at any moment. Her paws lightly started down the stairs at a sluggish pace, a grimace forming along her muzzle as the ragdoll carefully made her way down. Until she heard murmurs of herbs. Who was it now? She was not in the best of moods and a soon as she saw the male she grumbled lowly under her breath Well, it wasn't his fault she was like this. "I-" Her voice was cut off because Jacob sudden appeared and she had the harsh want of quickly back pedaling but she just slowly sat down, pain lacing her eyes for a moment.

    You think he would've heard the other approaching due to their wheelchair, but Tigerlily was apparently unaware of Jacob's presence until the apprentice started speaking. Looking up from his current task, the golden retriever would pause for a moment before allowing a polite smile to appear on his features, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he took in the other's state. "Oh uh, hello there." He greeted. "My name's Tigerlily, it's nice to meet you Jacob." At the other's inquiry his smile would slightly widen, though he would end up shaking his head. "A medic? Not officially, but I do tend to people when possible. As for what I'm doing, nothing of importance really. I'm just checking my supplies. Uh you see, I left my home in quite a hurry, and didn't have time to stock up on herbs." Despite his attempts to keep his voice steady, it trailed off towards the end, causing him to look back down at his bag. "Actually uh- I was wondering if you had any vacancies? I appear to be hopelessly lost."


    Suddenly nervous, the canine started to neatly stack the herbs that were next to him and place them inside his sactual, occasionally glancing up to show that he was still listening. The sound of grumbling would cause him to completely stop what he was doing, and upon seeing her injuries the doctor would quickly stand up on impulse. "Are- Are you alright miss?" No, that wasn't the right question. "I mean, you look to be in quite a lot of pain. Surely you should be resting."

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    jacob wickliff / blizzardclan & medic trainee / male [♀] / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ "Oh, well that's still pretty cool! 'M a medic trainee here so I'm learnin' 'bout all that with Lottie n' Ria. Ya' should stop by the medic hut some time. Lottie's even got a greenhouse n' stuff so maybe ya' could talk ta' her 'bout helpin' out. I mean, we can't make ya' a medic or nothin' officially but I'm sure she'd like the help," He would say happily, his tail thumping against the wood holding up the lower half of his body. "Yes, she should be," Came Jacob's quick answer when he saw Andraste, worry coming quickly to his face. "But, I mean, I guess I'm supposed ta' be restin' too. At least, Lottie thinks I should. I told 'er that it's a lot easier ta' get around now but she's all worried n' stuff. Anyway, guess I can't say too much 'bout that," His expression would lighten a bit, though he still showed clear worry for the girl. "Uh, anyway, yeah we got a whole lotta' space! Our camp is at the top ah' the stairs. Ya' can stay as long as ya' want," He'd finish with a bright smile. This guy was pretty cool.

    Ah, so Jacob was training to be a medic? That would explain his earlier question, as well as the husky's general curiosity. He was about to ask Jacob if they could meet up and trade medical information sometime when a greenhouse was mentioned, something that quickly caught his interested. His father had been strongly against man-made structures and humans in general, so he had never actually visited a greenhouse before. He was aware of what they were though, and the concept of an entire building dedicated to growing plants was just fascinating. "I'll be sure to do so, thank you." He would respond cheerfully, before glancing back to Andraste. "Ah, but there's a rather noticeable difference between her condition and yours." The main difference being that Jacob didn't seem to be in much, if any, pain. Though he still couldn't help but worry. What would the child do if the wheelchair fell apart and there was no one around? He didn't voice any of these thoughts though, nor did he ask what had happened to Jacob, instead bowing his head. "Once again, thank you for the hospitality. It's very much appreciated." He would pause for a moment before slinging the bag across his shoulder and making his way towards the steps. It was on the second step that he seemed to realize something and turned to face Jacob. "If it's not too much to ask, would you mind telling me where I can find some poppy seeds and dock leaves? I seem to be running low on both." It was obvious from his voice that he was hesitant in asking the medic apprentice for help, purely because he didn't want to bother anybody.

    "You are mostly likely to find dock leaves by Shimmer Lake, Monsieur," The disembodied voice precedes the arrival of another creature--Imperia, to be exact. Her voice is soft and musical, resembling that of a distant lullaby carried with the wind. Even after months of living in freedom and safety, she has yet to learn that she is no longer obligated to speak softly, as if using too loud a tone could shatter the entire world. "but I grow both in my personal garden and I would be more than happy to share some of my personal stores with you." It is convenient to grow one's own herbs when residing in a clan with so many people who seem to make getting injured a sport.


    After a heartbeat or two, a petite figure joins the others, not from the stairs, but seeming to melt from the shadows of the forest with an uncanny silence. Her sleek pelt gleams in the early morning light, a myriad of blacks and grays and all the shades and highlights in between. A blue satin ribbon is secured around the base of the remaining half of her tail and the scent of earth and pine clings to her pelt. From the looks of it, she seems to have just returned from a hunt of sorts, though, given her occupation and the leather satchel she wears around her torso, it must have been for herbs rather than prey. She offers Tigerlily a faint smile, gaze politely studying his figure with guarded interest. "I see you have met my apprentice," she glances at Jacob--and almost-apprentice, had Andraste not refused. As she says this, the she-wolf subtly slides Andy a pouch of poppy seeds. "Take one every four hours," she murmurs under her breath. Peri does not trust the new persona the young girl seems to have adopted in recent days, but that does not mean she is immune to sympathy. Plus, as one of the two graduated medics, she possesses a responsibility (and natural desire) to care for all her patients equally.


    She turns back to Tigerlily and offers him an apologetic smile for becoming distracted. "I am Imperia Arceneau, a medic here." Silver dollar eyes find the newcomer's organized piles of herbs while he carefully stows him in his bag.. Ah... "If you do not mind my asking, how long have you been studying medicine?" She wears a reserved yet intrigued expression upon her lovely visage, genuinely interested in hearing about Tigerlily's experiences with healing. It is refreshing to find another adult to speak with about things that she is interested in; as much as she loves the children and her small circle of companions, it is relieving to come across someone who not only enjoys the same things she does, but is of a similar age.


    Perhaps it was the way she talked, but Tiger couldn't help but feel intimidated by the silver wolf, and for a moment he lost his voice. So this was one of Blizzardclan's medics? Somehow he wasn't surprised. "T- Thank you for the information, miss." He finally managed, a small, polite smile suddenly overcoming his features. "But I don't think don't think that'll be nessacary. I would hate to deplete your personal stores for my own gain." As tempting as it was to accept her offer, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. She needed it more than he did. Besides, the canine needed an excuse to go for a walk, at least in his mind, and what better reason than herb gathering?


    As Imperia turned her attention to Andraste, Tiger would advert his gaze to the sky, momentarily watching birds fly overhead before looking back at the she-wolf, who was by then glancing at his bag. How long had he been studying medicine? Well, his father was strongly against medics for whatever reason, and hadn’t allowed him to pursue medicine at all. Eventually there came a point in his life where he had decided to start learning about herbs and other medical practices behind his back, but by the time that happened he was already a warrior. So let’s see- “About a year and a half I believe.” He would finally respond, frowning for a moment before nodding. “Yes, I started learning the trade a great deal later than I would’ve liked.” Similar to Imperia, he was glad to meet people who shared his interest in medicine, though he was still visibly nervous when talking about the subject. His father had engraved the idea in his head that medics were bad since he was a little kid, and he found that it was hard to break out of this mindset, even if he was a medic himself. “And uh- you, miss?”

    [Really rushed, sorry!]

    Strange, to see someone intimidated of her. Imperia is not sure how to react, blinking once, twice, three times at the revelation that Tigerlily somehow thought her to be someone imposing. She is the one who is supposed to be afraid. How strange... "Oh, um, you are welcome," she stammers, flushing with embarrassment upon the realization that rather than comporting herself like a normal person, she had been staring at him in shock. stupid, stupid, stupid, she thinks bitterly, but plasters a sheepish smile on her lips instead. "It is no problem," she insists, adhering to the unspoken code of formality when it comes to making an offer. "I can always use help harvesting the plants, plus it is more fun with two," an invitation to spend time together. She feels guilty by trying to initiate a friendship, because she knows that in a few days time, all will be for naught. But they do not know that, and she is selfish, so she plans to indulge in enjoyable pastimes until she can ignore her fate no longer.


    Were the conversation to come up, the soft-spoken creature would be able to relate to the sentiment of oppressive fathers and a desire for a life not provided to them. Even though she ran away a long time ago, Peri never really stops looking over her shoulder, constantly waiting for the moment when he tracks her down and doles the final punishment. A year and a half? If that is considered short, then she must be a beginner. Imperia arches a brown, impressed. "I only started learning officially a few months ago, but I have always been interested in the subject and I learn quick," the shortened version of a very long and rather uninteresting story. She does not think that it is important to mention that she used to teach herself basic first aid skills to take care of her mother and sister when their father was not home. She does not like to overshare. "so I suppose you could say that we are on the same page," another smile. There is something awkward in the expression, hinting to the inner turmoil within that sharp mind of hers. She worries that she spoke to much or made it seem like she was trying too hard to be nice; but, thankfully, she keeps it together. It is too late now to take anything back, anyways.


    She could very well take care of herself and she didn't need them telling her how to. Well, maybe she did but she wasn't going to listen to them. Her face screwed up a little when Jacob answered for her and then the talk about her being in pain started up. Yes, she was in pain but it was something she was going to have to deal with on her own. And she could do that, it wasn't so bad. Headaches from her concussion aside she didn't think she needed any medication for anything. But it seemed today was her lucky day as Imperia gave her a sack of poppy seeds and instructed her to take on ever four hours. Irresponsible to give her this and she looked at the canine before smiling a little too sweetly. "Alright." Lightly she grasped the bag with her claws and pulled it toward herself before looking back to the doctor guy maybe she could actually salvage this meeting. "Thanks for the worry but I'm not as bad off as they think I am. Name's Andraste and it's great to have another medical in Blizzardclan."