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Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Nov 7, 2018 13:24:29 GMT -5
An ache in her ankles brought her to The Garden once again. Mercenary Lakota was often found visiting for one pain or another. Training in Post Alpha was rigorous and proving itself too hard on her bones. Though capable, muscular and agile, her physical structure still will not agree with her heart. It will never be able to keep up with Lakota. Her blue eyes were always in the future, thinking of the next thing. There were many other side effects like forgetting the simplest of things, skipping a meal, or becoming severely lethargic from time to time. Whenever a pang of anxiety would make her work harder, the Guiders would be seeing her. They always seemed to know when she was especially stressed, for reasons Lakota is clueless to. She sighed and limped. Gone were the days of peace from her service as a Cadet. Wouldn't it be nice to just change bedding all day again? Fetch water? Play with tykes? She still loved to play with leaves and sticks, but there was nary a time for it when there were patrols to be done and tunnels to be dug.
What would she be given today? Comfrey root? Marigold? Daisy leaf? Ragwort leaves? All guiders seemed to have their own remedy, rules, and regulations. They also seemed to have strong opinions on what worked best for what. That was their passion. Lakota admired how they could bicker about flowers from time to time. It seemed to be such a silly thing to her. She couldn't help but smile as she spotted green-colored basal leaves. The purple flowers bloomed off the Burnet plant, and Lakota wondered if she should ask before eating them for the strength she knew she would need for the coming suns. Walking past with the flick of her tail, she considered requesting something else.
"Hello Mercenary Lakota. Is there something I can help you with today?" For once Ellison was actually up and about. Most cats tended to think that the tom was extremely lazy due to his dislike of hard work. He did his duty, but it was never to the extent it should be. He could only assume that she was here for aching joints. She wasn't the youngest cat in the Regime, but he would rather keep his ears in tact so he was not going to be the one to suggest that she retire. Instead, he would just see what he could do to help her once he knew what she needed.
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Dec 9, 2018 0:11:44 GMT -5
She was a stubborn, proud fool most of the time. It was only within the Garden that Lakota become more open-minded. It held flowers she'd grown familiar with, but there were so many things in nature she knew she would never understand. Why does moss tend to grow on one side of the tree? Why does winter choose to prey merely on the weak? The more she saw of her world, the more questions she had. She wasn't sure what to do with what she didn't know. Her eyes met Ellison. She barked, "My joints, boy! Do you think I've been out picking daisies?"
"Well...Maybe you have. I haven't been around you today so I really have no way of telling what you have been doing." Perhaps it was not the best answer to give Lakota, but Ellison was just giving Lakota the same friendly look. "But give me just a moment and I'll fetch you something for your joints." As if he had done nothing wrong at all, the grey tom turned around and padded away only to return a few moments later with a bit of Marigold. "If you would like I can also give you some comfrey to line your nest with. I've been told that doing so might help to ease the stiffness in your joints."
Post by ♪♫▬○♥• valiance •♥○▬♫♪ on Jan 17, 2019 11:49:48 GMT -5
Ellison was a square. Did he have any depth? Lakota eyed him, observing, deciding that he was too stiff to find any form of insolence in him. She could tell that he wasn't being rude by his empty, innocent eyes. Spite did not hide there - there was no fire burning within. Sorrow did not betray him if there was any - his eyes did not water or gleam in the modest sunlight that dove into the cavern from above. She sighed, nodding. "That could help. I would appreciate that."
