SCAWWY 😱 marina

[concoctive]

With black irises, these exotic and unusual blooms symbolize elegance, mystery, and rebellion. The rhizome of the iris is diuretic, emetic, expectorant, and purgative - that is, it eliminates matter from the body. Used most for dropsy (edema), along with treating coughs and hoarseness.

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[concoctive]

[ at least he settles back down easily, not so much jumpy as he was just surprised and a little... tense. but all of them are probably tense in some way, after that, and he's used to seeing the more skittish get stabby when startled. ]

Big number of sacrifices. Bigger than the last cult we had to tussle with, and the lady that we were gonna square off against - just wound up here before I could take part. So I hope my friends are alright. But it means we can stand a chance, here, I think.

[ pokes the dirt, sullen and worried. ]

Yeah. Be useful for things like astringents and pain relief, but I gotta get permission from I think Death to pick anything. I don't wanna step on any toes when they're trying to figure out how to get us out of here.

[engraven]

[ noooo watches him poke the dirt and kind of shuffles a little closer, watching. ]

Better to tread lightly now, you're not wrong. I'd rather not do anything that gives them any excuse to speed things up.

[ she furrows her brow. ]

How many of you are there...? Back home, I mean. Sounds like a big undertaking.

[concoctive]

[ marina you like them pathetic. ]

Famine said not to bring any hairbrained ideas, basically, but I think maybe if we can get some ideas we can bring them up to them.

[ he gives her a little smile when she shuffles closer, but doesn't call attention to it. ]

Eight of us, all together. We all kinda made connections outside of us, or had them already, so we had people we could rely on, too. But for the big stuff it was us. What about you?

[engraven]

It was the fourteen of us total on that train... though. The number's dwindled significantly since we got off it.

[ a little tilt of the head while looking downwards. ]

We shared a dream, visited by one who speaks for the moon god Rher, telling us we were to be contestants for this... festival of Termina. Kind of all spiraled down from there.