sea witch
she/her
thirty two
september 23
snow point
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Olivia Abbiati
tea time [c]
POSTED ON Jul 3, 2019 17:28:55 GMT
she had been right, and a mental sigh passed over olivia before she said, “thank you, it’s my private nook of nature.” she sneaked another bite of her tart, the devilish treat it was. olivia nodded as she chewed, and set the pastry down.
a gulp followed by, “that would be correct, cait.” she felt like a professor once more, or perhaps in this small sacred space of hers, her time spent at temple in snowpoint. “we follow the great one of the sea basin, and her guardians of the sea, the guardians of the lakes, and those minor and small who dwell into mythos of the aquatic.” she took a sip of her tea to wash down the tart before rattling on, “we simply believe what science has proven: life has come and is bound by water; therefore we must hold it sacred.” from the stream her vaporeon rose, as if called upon by the very word of her being. she danced her way to olivia with the grace of a ballerina, and curled up near her feet.
olivia smiled, and looked down upon the pokemon, noting, “i rescued her, from a poisoned stream by... a company many are all too familiar with in sinnoh, hoenn, and other regions alike.” her smile faltered for a second, a blink of an eye, but it returned; yet, in the small time she noted she was now peers with those who poisoned the river for their massive manufacturing. “and she has stayed loyal ever since - my family are said to have a way with water. or perhaps we just think it so, haha.” she doted, hoping to disregard her earlier comment.
“yet our beliefs are strict and some may say harsh, but it is far less cruel from the days of our clan in the years of yore. this place, it’s sacred spot in the center of the crater holds many secrets of our faith that could fill stories of eldritch horrors and their terrifying power. of what had to be done to appease the beast of nature.” she added quietly, only the sound of her vaporeon’s purr and the gentle flow of the stream, which were one in the same. “what had to be sacrificed.” she whispered.
“however, that is what our family was here. ancient priest who once held this spot as a grand temple, or holy place.” olivia noted. she asked before sipping on her own cup of tea, a gentle chamomile, “what of yourself, if you do not mind me asking. i hear tell of your faith in nature.”
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