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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 12:35 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2016 4:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 1:40 pm
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If she was amused by Opal's reaction, she didn't show it. Another lion might have laughed, of course, but not Soothsayer. She rarely did so around anybody. Her fellow seer and fortune teller, Misty Starlight, was probably one of the few, due in part to the other lioness being one of the few she could touch without triggering visions of the touched lion's past pains.
She made damn sure she never touched those who stepped beyond the pride's borders, and most definitely never any gods.
"I apologize for startling you, Opal. I should have announced my approach sooner, to give you warning." Soothsayer offered the blue lioness a smile, then looked to the flowers. "They're new, yes. We've no idea what they do, though. My daughter's been wanting to play with them, see what she can make and what they do... Others simply wear them." Wearing the flowers, at least, was harmless enough. "I don't trust them, though... Mostly because we don't know what they'll do if somebody eats them."
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 10:49 am
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"Nah, don't worry about it. I'm just not used to being surrounded by only friendly faces," the lioness responded with an effervescent smile. Opal listened to Soothsayer talk about the flowers with interest before looking back at him.
"Does wearing them have any sort of effect?" She asked, meeting the older lioness' eyes as she spoke. At the mention of worry of the plants being eaten, Opal only smiled. "It's only a matter of time before someone tries it," she mused in return, tilting her head enough to brush her hair out of her face. There was a point in the lioness' youth (not long ago, she would admit), that the thief would have given the flowers a taste just at the prospect of figuring out what they did. Time had made her a bit less reckless, but only marginally so. She figured it best not to share this musing with her pridemate. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Opal was a carefree and impulsive lioness, but she had outgrown flaunting that fact.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 11:36 pm
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For a moment, Soothsayer's ears went back. "Unfriendly faces aren't the sorts of faces anybody wants to find, I can see why you would react so startled at first." She tilted her head, before smiling ever so softly. "Habits die hard, but they do eventually leave us, at least." From her own experience, though, the habit of not touching much of anybody was worth keeping. It saved Soothsayer the emotional ache of seeing things in the past she didn't want to see.
Her gaze went back to the flowers, ears once again folding back. "They should be safe to wear, they're certainly pretty." Eyes flicking momentarily up to Opal's, she considered the blue-marked lioness' words. "I DO worry about that, actually." At this, Soothsayer gave a wry grin. "I almost suspect my daughter is up to just that right now, much to my displeasure." Of course, the brown lioness had always been one to do her own thing, so long as her own thing was still within close enough proximity to Soothsayer that she could still be found easily enough, should anything go wrong.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2016 11:54 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 2:40 pm
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The violet lioness let out a hum, nodding. She thought about the notion that there was somebody, somewhere, who would see how her visions worked, and find a way to exploit it. While it could be helpful for many, she didn't particularly like the pain she felt from it.
Soothsayer shook her head a moment, clearing her mind of the negative thoughts. "The only other things of note lately are the naming of heirs by the current king and queen, and Misty Starlight having strange dreams." She looked at her forelegs and the large red markings on them. "Something about the color red, and that's all I have." It made her grimace just a bit, in part because... What kind of warning came with the color red? What did it mean for those who were of red coloration or bore red markings? It was worrying.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2016 2:48 pm
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"Well that's... vague, isn't it?" Opal mused in response to the dreams, she followed Soothsayer's gaze to the red markings on the lioness' forelimbs. Her nose wrinkled in confusion and her attention turned back towards the flowers. "Maybe they're related, in some way? I mean, if the flowers and the dreams are happening at the same time. Maybe someone red would be affected by the flowers in some way? Maybe they let them see something?" Dreams and visions didn't seem too farfetched, considering what the pride was up to. The thief had seen some strange things in the world outside the pridelands, but this place wasn't run-of-the-mill boring and normal, either. Who knew? With all the things going on, it was hard not to be a little superstitious. Opal had an open mind.
It was all very exciting, and the curiosity showed on the lioness' face. Strange flowers and dreams of red. Maybe there was enough going on here to stick around for a while...
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 7:36 pm
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"Perhaps..." Shifting, Soothsayer poked at a flower. Her own nose wrinkled at it. Her trust was still very much non-existent in them, what with their unknown properties. "And as if it go paw-in-paw with this all, there's been whispers about how the Dreamers are treated." The Dreamers, the ones who still sought out the insanity of old. They missed their muses, seeking out a cave blessed by the pride's old patron goddess. But they were ostracized, forced into seclusion.
Of course, this only made her think of her cousin, Aurora, who herself seemed to be insane, but a different sort. She didn't seek her muse like the others, but seemed to find something else inside. Soothsayer could only sigh. "Everything's so strange right now..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2016 8:27 pm
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