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[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]aaa i like the sound of that!!

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]sebastian is my fave ok
plus my dad lived in jamaica for awhile b4 i was born sO
also she's pluvia in mermaid aus its official

The merwoman frowned as she looked at her fraying bag. For three years it had lasted well against quick scraps with sharks and other nasty predators. Pluvia sighed, dropping the ruined item, but not before grabbing the various bottles within that stored precious magic made from rare ingredients. She tied them into the many lines around her waist by the necks of the bottles, and through the water she could hear them clink together with the other small bottles.

Pluvia ran a slightly-webbed hand over them, smoothing them against pale, ivory skin that soon shifted to cerulean scales that gleamed slightly silver. Her long bleached hair was put up around her head, instead of usually hanging halfway down her tail, put this way for ease of travel and held by the needles of some fish, pieces of coral, and the strings of pearls that decorated any high ranking merfolk. Despite holding a vital rank in her tribe, she wore very few pearls.

Adjusting the flowing the crop top identifying her in her tribe thanks to it's ethereal white, she turned rare blue eyes to look around for some seaweed. Spotting some a distance away, she would begin the swim, her tail moving fluidly through the water as her hands graced nearby objects and dodged small predators going for a nip. She had patched enough shortened fingers of her peers to know what to avoid.

The two brown strings around her waist that held her concoctions jingled gently with the small bottles of various colors with odd things and liquids inside. Deep in the caves where her tribe settled, she had arrays of items and liquids on her shelves, ready to be made into something unique to her and her wishes. She was a Star Teller, a healer, but more of a priestess, or a witch doctor. She would certainly seem like a combination to anyone foreign to her culture.

The mermaid would grasp the seaweed in thick wads, preparing to bring it back to some of the mothers around her tribe to weave into a new bag, since she rarely had the time to complete trivial tasks, usually out and about their portion of a massive reef, looking around, or healing others. But today was a day away, her two apprentices handling her duties for her ehile she was out. Today was simply a day she would use on her own whim.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]wELL YEA OBVIOUSLY XDD

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]yoyo im alive after some youtube and imma get ready to gO

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Paledust was not entirely interested recently in her tribe-mates. She was older than most of them, but not the oldest (that cake was likely taken by her sister, and their leader, Wakingsun), and few had interest in herbs, so most of her conversing was with Lark and Brokenhowl in low, quiet tones. Usually she was far more active, but was recently becoming more reserved than she had previously been before fully diving into a much broader world than she previously associated herself in.

Hearing Breeze advance toward her den before he even called, she put down the herbs she had been organizing and began moving out of the small cavern they kept herbs in, passing through by the tunnel that led to her own den, and then through the largest "room" where empty nests lined the walls, meant for patients that would soon come with the arrival of leafbare. She sighed gently, brushing a paw past one of them closest to her own den meant for the sickest patients.

Poking her head out through the fissure in the rock that was the entrance, she looked at Breeze with cool blue eyes, the complete opposite of her sister. The two were eerily similar to Mother Moon and Father Sun, and Paledust knew this fairly well. She had made it clear that she didn't want to be judged for her appearance but instead for her work and faith in their ancestors. Looking at the leaves that Breeze carried, she smiled in appreciation. "Useful for fevers and milk production in mothers. Thank you, Breeze," she says with her usual politeness, cerulean eyes on his own amber. "Anything else that you need?"

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Pale was being more active than usual, going out on more walks around their much larger territory. This time she had been bounding through the warm desert that took up much of the territory. Long legs carried her over the land scape, before her nose caught on a foreign scent. She slowed herself, pausing and rurning slightly, moving toward the smell while low to the ground, ivory chest fur brushing the ground.

Until she saw it was a mere cub. An odd one, and a very big one, but a child nonetheless. The Star Teller stood, lanky frame stretching to its full height of nearly two feet tall. She padded over quietly, her paws gently kicking miniscule pebbles over the tough soil. She gazed down at Jasper with strongly cerulean eyes, curiosity bright in them as she took in his rather frazzled appearance. "Hello, child, you appear lost, yes?"

i saw those lyrics in his signature and broke out singing riptide
i love that song so much i named a gecko after it
goddammit xD

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]omfg bea get out child

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]She paused her intent gaze on the cub in favor of casting a glance at Namjoon, narrowing cerulean eyes only slightly. He, with his thick pelt meant for the frigid half of the territory, shouldn't be in the much more arid part of the land they inhabited, risking overheating. And he certainly shouldn't be moving as much as he was on his broken foreleg. Holding her tongue instead of harshly reprimanding him, she turned back to the cub as it turned and bared his teeth at her.

She narrowed her eyes at first, before hearing his words. "I would prefer you have manners when speaking to anyone. Anyway, I'm Pale Dust of Dried Bone, or rather Paledust. I merely want to assist you, as you appear.. frazzled," she responded with, voice calm and cool per usual of most of her interactions. The female serval offered a small smile to possible relieve some tension and make it known her intention was not to hurt the child. "And I will repeat my former question, are you lost?"

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Hearing a commotion from inside her den, the Star Teller would sigh gently, thinking it little to nothing at all. Paledust padded gently to the exit of the den, poking her head out, only for her blue eyes to widen greatly at the sight of some strange dog, only to conclude it was Blackcloud by the voice and familiar wings. Dodging back inside her den, she would rush to the back for bounds of cobweb, bundling goldenrod and other familiar herbs with it as she rushed back out.

Stopping by Blackcloud, the fem would quickly spread out her supplies, looking around at the bystanders. "Someone get Lark or Brokenhowl!" she commanded, in charge of these situations. She was sure she could handle it herself, but having her apprentices was helpful, and good for their experience. Using dampened moss she began wiping away the blood quickly, along with other particles that could cause hazard or perhaps even infection.

Following, the healer would look toward the horsetail and goldenrod, mixing both into a thick poultice she quickly applied to the wounds, focusing on the largest first and so forth. Using catchweed, as she was sure Blackcloud wouldn't follow her orders of not moving much, the female made sure the poultice wouldn't be disturbed, and that the weed wouldn't irritate Blackcloud if he moved too much. Covering the most severe wounds and cuts over with thick bounds of cobweb, the female would sit back, tired and worn.

Looking at Blackcloud, she nearly forgot Poppy seeds, silently scolding herself for it. Aware she was done with most of the physical of it, the serval would hurry back into the den and grab from the pocket of stone that stored the poppy seeds, grabbing a good amount. She made sure to take into account he was a canine and much larger, along with many wounds, taking one or two extra for him just in case. Walking back out, the fleeting Star Teller would look down at her collapsed tribe-mate with half-lidded blue eyes, offering the seeds near his mouth on a leaf before ordering quietly, "Eat these." Goodness.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]when you type four paragraphs of healing and have a reference for herbs open or like ten minutes
then you remember you're sick af

mY LIFE IS MISERY AND PAIN AAA

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Walking over and peering at the disturbed ground with curious blue eyes, the Star Teller made a small noise of curiosity. She moved quietly around the perimeter, observing quietly. She had been taught to do this since her days as a Star Teller to-be. Prodding it gently before pulling away and wiping a dirtied ivory paw on the grass, she looked back up at Blackcloud. This was.. New.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]The tall serval would pad up beside her to-be, taller and lanky with cold blue eyes that spoke of nothing but traits similar to stone. She could sense the emotions radiating from Lark, having known him far longer than he really knew himself. She would have to ask him about the uneasy feelings radiating from him later, she decided, concern glinting for only a moment in her eyes. Looking at Jay curiously, the female would say curtly, "Pale Dust of Dried Bone, call me Paledust. Star Teller.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Padding up, the female would look at Breeze oddly, before looking toward his farm. Blue eyes scanned the churned earth plainly, slightly disinterested. She knew she should start her own farm soon, but her interest drove her to mainly keep stock of the herbs and ration them out with a calculative mind. Casting a quick glance toward Breeze, she would make a small gesture to his daughter, Thinice, who's question she shared.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]sAT,,, BEA,,,,
BEA I SWEAR
WE HAVE ENOUGH RAGE BTWEEN US
when u pump out three one paragraph posts in under twenty minutes bc ur device is dying a painful death just like u

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri;]dude i have this hardcore medic and he can spot her gardening and pester her forever
que is combo plot queen

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Watching him try to stand back up, she snarled and attempted to force him back down with a paw. "No. I barely tolerate those with broken limbs walking around, no way under the sky will I let you make it worse. I don't care if you wanna support the tribe or what, you'll do more good for yourself and the tribe if you heal correctly and don't tear open those wounds," she said, patience lost and her tongue sharp and poisonous.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]mmm i love pale when shes run out of patience,,, xD

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Padding over at the call of Namjoon, the stern healer would walk around the edges of the crowd, watching her nephew speak with Thinice and such. Paledust smiled slightly, blue eyes bright as she kept her distance otherwise, not entirely interested yet.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]i hate you

The pale female would make her way out of the medicine den, cerulean eyes bleary and tirred. i hate this The serval would look at Namjoon curiously, adding over with her blue eyes half lidded before sitting down adjacent of him. "What are you doing, Namjoon?" she asks, resting her head on the ground deftly while looking at him with dark pupils in a sea of blues.

[fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px;width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; overflow: hidden; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Her eyes glowed dangerously. "Who's been healing people for more than three quarters of their life? Who's seen cases like these go south? No, Blackcloud. Or I swear I'll have Wakingsun make you obey me. I am your superior, after all," she says calmly, restraining her anger with a quiet that seemed far more threatening than actual anger.

The Star Teller's lips were tugging ceaselessly, begging to be pulled into a snarl that made reasonable threats with a serpent's tongue. She was dangerous when she wanted to be, and few rarely thought of her as more than a mere healer. An advantage, she supposed. However now, she glared down at Blackcloud, edging closer and closer to her breaking point.