wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-27-2022, 04:43 PM
"Izzat so?" Torben felt himself tickle pink. It had been a long time since a girl said she liked anything about him. His fiancé seemed a distant memory now. She was... probably dead, that nice girl from the other den. Sigh. He saw her being cut down. She wasn't a fighter. She was kind, loving, and warm. She would have made a good mother. He knew she was dead, but the wound was still fresh. Aye, of course, it was... It happened not months prior. Regardless, he moved with Voodoo to get a drink. Torben felt parched, but he lapped the waves with dignity and as much grace as he could muster. She exclaimed she could see it, the splash. He smiled. "Not officially" he murmured "my people were settlers. I picked up observin' and scoutin' from my, ah, forefathers" He had a long way to go before calling himself a master "I've not done much with the knowledge..." he added. "But it's a nice thing to share" he recalled her admission about being a shaman "so ye... deal w' plants? If ye ain't religious, what sorta healer ye want to be?" Above them, Thor's Hammer twinkled the sky. He glanced back up at it, thanking the stars for their wisdom. Torben was not accusing her of anything, though. He merely thought it was odd for a healer to not be in touch with gods. It was just his culture. "what sorta plants live 'round here?" Like stars, some plants had stories to tell. There was one about Loki and Mistletoe. The only thing ever to harm a god and bring about the end of the world... 3/3 - study the stars |