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"Two juniper berries, a raspberry, some dried lavender..." She recited the words in her head a time or two, before emptying the blood of a mouse into the mix. She stirred it with the stick that had laid at her paws. She let out a sigh. The mixture wasn't exactly what she had hoped for, but she couldn't sacrifice any more herbs to the mix. Frustrated, she let out a sigh, before looking up at the stars. Guiders weren't probably supposed to be out here alone, but Viviana reminded herself that she wasn't a guider anymore. She was the Chaman. That, somehow, didn't feel like it was any better. She was still probably not supposed to be doing this.
Her whiskers twtiched in frustrating, before the witch rose. She should probably leave before anyone caught her. After all, it was probably an incriminating scene, her, a slurry of mouse blood and berry juice. If one didn't know better, they would think maybe she wasn't the most sane. Hell, if they knew better, they might think that anyways....
Sean looked at the weird broken up mouse and the herbs lying around. The way that she-cat was reciting words, almost chant like... And now this eerie feeling in the room that screamed get out while you still can. All this lead up to the moment that he said, "Yeah so anyways, my paw super duper hurts, like. It just feels funny. I don't remember bruising it or walking into a wall or having a cat chew my paw. But it just feels funny you know, but like in a way that hurts. My paw needs help. So help?"
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Viviana felt herself freeze for a moment. You weren't fast enough, it seems, her inner monologue hissed at her. Now, look what you've gotten yourself into. Don't just stand there, you dolt. Do something. Embarassment then rushed to her face, before she blinked her eyes. Any expression that had been painted there then dropped, leaving an emotionless void across her lips.
"You do not remember doing anything to it?" she questioned, flicking her ear. This was just as uncomfortable for him as it was for her, she was pretty sure. After all, she was the one being caught dead in the act of something, well... strange. "Have you been running lately?" she then asked, "or have you tried to scale the cave? Fallen from a great height? Do you have a family history of muscle dystrophy?"
"My paw. Feels. Fun-ny," Sean whined again waving it around like a ragdoll before pausing and giving his paw a lick, "Actually-" He waved his paw around again, "Yeah, yeah I think it's better. My paw no longer feels funny, thanks though! What's been up in the chaman den? Oh! What's the craziest thing you've ever seen a patient come in with? I've asked every chaman and they always have some interesting story."
