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Avette looked visible agitated, more so than the heiress to the throne normally looked. Something was bothering her, and it wasn't just a lack of sleep. It had been nearly a week since her night in the Temple, when Selene had pulled her paws in the direction of the waterfall. It had been nearly a week since she found herself curled on the side of the river bank, her lungs almost collapsing from the second drowning. She had been half-certain that she should seek medical advice, but seeking medical advice would have meant her own failure, and instead she had slipped out of MoonClan territory where she knew that she could find the herbs she needed. It was one of the few cons of being the daughter of a medicine cat; she knew her way around the basics, and Coltsfoot was one of the few herbs that she'd had completely engrained in her head, thanks, no doubt, to the condition of her terminally ill sister. But, even her own near death experience wasn't the thing that was on Avette's mind. Although she was half convinced her lungs would never stop aching, that wasn't the cause of her discomfort.
It was much deeper than silly physical pain, or exhaustion, or anything. It was the hallucinations, or at least, what she thought were hallucinations. Starting immediately after her near-drowning, she could see them, phantoms of her imagination that looked like ghosts wandering the territory. They never interacted with her, but they were always there, and they grew particularly strong when she grew closer to the Temple. She didn't understand it. What about that Temple, or her drowning, or any subsequent part of her life, had triggered hallucinations? She knew they weren't flashbacks, although her post traumatic stress disorder made it much easier to rationalize that the things she saw were truly in her head. She didn't know what they were, only that they needed to get out of her head.
background : avette received the Sight during her meeting with Selene, so she's technically got a spiritual gift, but she has no idea what that means, no language to describe what's going on with her because she hasn't told Levee that she nearly drowned, etc., so she just thinks she's losing her mind. the ghosts that she sees are real ghosts, she just thinks they're in her head becasue she doesn't know that people not born with spiritual gifts can get them
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Jun 6, 2020 16:00:51 GMT -5
"Archbishop Avette?" Cinderwraith's voice was concerned as she called to the she-cat, pausing just out of reach so as not to startle her. She'd been hunting in the forest when she caught sight of a corporeal cat wandering beneath the pines, though by all appearances she looked to be a lost soul. Her birthright gave her the responsibility of leading those unrestful souls wandering their territory to peace, and it was a duty she happily inhabited. She believed Selene had given her the gift for this purpose, and she was not one to deny Selene. Still, she knew what one grappling with inner turmoil looked like, as it was something she had to see every night in her sister's haunted eyes.
The black-and-white she-cat shifted her weight and mewed, "Avette?" She wasn't sure if the Archbishop was communing with spirits at the moment, and didn't want to distract her, though she looked too unhappy to be aiding a lost soul. "I, ah, are you alright?" She didn't see any of the ghostly apparitions nearby, but she was only a loyal follower. Perhaps Avette's sight allowed her to see even more than she could?
