08-09-2018, 06:55 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 50%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]"Come see me or Rosemary if you ever feel sick again, little one ..."
The words fell loosely from the mouth of the feline who was sniffing closely to the ground, navigating over to Elia and Caesar. When she was close enough, her head went up nicely on her shoulders, and she took a seat. "I'm Fischer ..." The Soothsayer's lips twirled a bit as she tried to think of a fact about herself. All she could really think of was getting sick, since the hound mentioned it. The black smoke grimaced at the thought of a mouthful of saltwater, like when she first came to the island and was fishing ... it took a bit of getting used to. The taste of brine wasn't the best pairing for the sense of pride and victory when you caught a sizable trout, she thought. Oh, well, she had a fun fact. "My name is Fischer and I'm a pretty good fisher." The serene molly said, a smile just a dainty mark on her powdery smoke face. It was a comical thing to say, but she didn't consider herself too humorous- and she didn't really expect anyone to believe the blind cat to be a good fisher. But it was true, even though she kept her claws away most of the time, hunting for fish was a favorite pastime of hers ... she thought of fish to be a gift from the gods.
The words fell loosely from the mouth of the feline who was sniffing closely to the ground, navigating over to Elia and Caesar. When she was close enough, her head went up nicely on her shoulders, and she took a seat. "I'm Fischer ..." The Soothsayer's lips twirled a bit as she tried to think of a fact about herself. All she could really think of was getting sick, since the hound mentioned it. The black smoke grimaced at the thought of a mouthful of saltwater, like when she first came to the island and was fishing ... it took a bit of getting used to. The taste of brine wasn't the best pairing for the sense of pride and victory when you caught a sizable trout, she thought. Oh, well, she had a fun fact. "My name is Fischer and I'm a pretty good fisher." The serene molly said, a smile just a dainty mark on her powdery smoke face. It was a comical thing to say, but she didn't consider herself too humorous- and she didn't really expect anyone to believe the blind cat to be a good fisher. But it was true, even though she kept her claws away most of the time, hunting for fish was a favorite pastime of hers ... she thought of fish to be a gift from the gods.