05-19-2018, 03:05 AM
There are many names in history
but none of them are ours.
lilyspoise ♕ the typhoon ♕ budding flower ♕ [abbr=physically hard ♕ mental defense ➵ extreme ♕ mental offense ➵ none]tags[/abbr]
Of all places to find herself, the Typhoon was definitely one of the better options. However, despite this, being in the Typhoon with nothing on her save her scissors and their holders and fresh wounds across her body was definitely not one of the better options.
It was stupid, really, but Lil needed to go out and find a cemetery she'd heard about. It wasn't the one found in the clan's main territory -- she had been there already, and didn't yield any results she desired -- but another one. It was mindless to bank the hopes of her twin-souls locations being every random cemetery she'd passed by, but it had become habit at this point. It originated in her trying to find anything around, any spirit that could possibly point her in the direction of her sisters, but she only ever came up empty handed.
Well, today, she technically didn't.
It wasn't as if she gained her twin-souls back, but she did realize that the reach of her past life still managed to spread to this area; to her home and new life. It was impossible to keep it from the Typhoon forever, but that certainly didn't stop Lil from trying. Any time she could keep the truth from her crew mates was time she was worth investing in. A rationale mind said that none of the crew mates would judge her, because nobody joined a warbound, pirating clan with the expectation that everyone inside of it was pure of heart, but she still couldn't help but worry. Worry that if she lost the Typhoon, she would have nowhere to go. She was already walking on thin ice with Pincher, and she didn't want to risk lighting the powder keg that would send her away for good.
Coming back with fresh, untreated wounds would definitely draw eyes though. If they were treated then she could avoid the draw that bright red colorant and the metallic scent that ichor often attracted others with, but she'd been stupid. She didn't bring her herbs with her because she was in a rush, in a rush to pursue false hopes and all she had found was someone who referred to her as Crowborough and that's when she knew she had messed up greatly.
So that left Lilyspoise to gather herbs from outside the main camp. She was lucky in the sense that it wasn't anything more than some deep cuts on her flank, and a surface level scratch leading down from her neck to her chest (thank the gods that the wound hadn't been deeper, because then she'd be in particularly hot water) so simple marigold, water, and bandaging would work just fine. The medic often found herself grateful that marigold was a weed that was found in practically every area, but she was especially so on this day.
Lil was plucking some of the flowers by the stem when she heard just the slightest of movements. It was really something she shouldn't have picked up on, but her paranoia kept her on guard almost always. It was probably only the rustle of wind, but that didn't stop the girl from arming herself with a bloodied scissor. Now, she was on the lookout for a potential threat, mangled ears perked and alert and lilac eyes somehow savage despite their bright coloring.
Lilyspoise would not be caught off guard-- not again, at least.
It was stupid, really, but Lil needed to go out and find a cemetery she'd heard about. It wasn't the one found in the clan's main territory -- she had been there already, and didn't yield any results she desired -- but another one. It was mindless to bank the hopes of her twin-souls locations being every random cemetery she'd passed by, but it had become habit at this point. It originated in her trying to find anything around, any spirit that could possibly point her in the direction of her sisters, but she only ever came up empty handed.
Well, today, she technically didn't.
It wasn't as if she gained her twin-souls back, but she did realize that the reach of her past life still managed to spread to this area; to her home and new life. It was impossible to keep it from the Typhoon forever, but that certainly didn't stop Lil from trying. Any time she could keep the truth from her crew mates was time she was worth investing in. A rationale mind said that none of the crew mates would judge her, because nobody joined a warbound, pirating clan with the expectation that everyone inside of it was pure of heart, but she still couldn't help but worry. Worry that if she lost the Typhoon, she would have nowhere to go. She was already walking on thin ice with Pincher, and she didn't want to risk lighting the powder keg that would send her away for good.
Coming back with fresh, untreated wounds would definitely draw eyes though. If they were treated then she could avoid the draw that bright red colorant and the metallic scent that ichor often attracted others with, but she'd been stupid. She didn't bring her herbs with her because she was in a rush, in a rush to pursue false hopes and all she had found was someone who referred to her as Crowborough and that's when she knew she had messed up greatly.
So that left Lilyspoise to gather herbs from outside the main camp. She was lucky in the sense that it wasn't anything more than some deep cuts on her flank, and a surface level scratch leading down from her neck to her chest (thank the gods that the wound hadn't been deeper, because then she'd be in particularly hot water) so simple marigold, water, and bandaging would work just fine. The medic often found herself grateful that marigold was a weed that was found in practically every area, but she was especially so on this day.
Lil was plucking some of the flowers by the stem when she heard just the slightest of movements. It was really something she shouldn't have picked up on, but her paranoia kept her on guard almost always. It was probably only the rustle of wind, but that didn't stop the girl from arming herself with a bloodied scissor. Now, she was on the lookout for a potential threat, mangled ears perked and alert and lilac eyes somehow savage despite their bright coloring.
Lilyspoise would not be caught off guard-- not again, at least.