Post by tempanyturner on Jan 2, 2011 1:06:14 GMT -5
Tempany sighed exuberantly as she shrugged a gigantic tan rucksack from her back, letting it drop to the floor with a dramatic, dusty thud. The pack was nearly her size, though that shouldn’t have been too surprising, as she was quite small for her age of 14. She hadn’t seemed to mind the load, however, barely breaking a sweat and even managing to maneuver the large item carefully off of her shoulders without disturbing the covered cage she carried.
Not that her caution seemed to matter – the cage had been rattling angrily since she arrived on the school grounds, periodically emitting a strange noise that sounded like it could be both a bark and a squawk. The blanket that lay across her cargo flapped and fluttered with each outburst, and soon the girl frowned tenderly, pulling the container to her chest and hugging it tightly. She rested her cheek against it and turned, staring back at the grounds she’d traveled across with dreamy, hazel eyes, completely unphased by the perturbed movement that jarred her tiny form every few seconds.
“It’s pretty gorgeous, here, huh?” She cooed, her bright voice flavored by a thick Australian accent. Her words bounced with the cage, rather like one going over a speed-bump while having a conversation in the car – and just as naturally, she continued. “But it ain’t home…not even the same season back there…”
A much angrier jostle was the only answer she received, though she quickly responded, tossing her short, caramel colored hair out of her eyes as she spoke. A lone strand caught in the band-aid on her cheek, one of many plastered all over her body, though most were on her hands and arms.
“Aw, don’t be like that, darling, I’m sure we’ll fit in!” Her fingers slipped beneath the cloth, through the bars, apparently reaching to pet whatever lay inside. An unsettling quiet followed, growing tenser by the moment…at least, it would have seemed to, to anyone watching – Tempany herself seemed blissfully unaware of any impending danger, continuing her gentle strokes. “And we’ll get you nice and warm, so--”
“OW!” She yanked her hand back into sight, hissing softly, blood pouring freely from her fingertips – though she was far less concerned with her injury, and much more worried at the offense she might have committed towards whatever baby of hers she was carting around. Her pretty face wore an almost heart-broken expression. “Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, angel, please don’t be mad at mommy, everything will be fine! Shhh….shhhh…”
Not that her caution seemed to matter – the cage had been rattling angrily since she arrived on the school grounds, periodically emitting a strange noise that sounded like it could be both a bark and a squawk. The blanket that lay across her cargo flapped and fluttered with each outburst, and soon the girl frowned tenderly, pulling the container to her chest and hugging it tightly. She rested her cheek against it and turned, staring back at the grounds she’d traveled across with dreamy, hazel eyes, completely unphased by the perturbed movement that jarred her tiny form every few seconds.
“It’s pretty gorgeous, here, huh?” She cooed, her bright voice flavored by a thick Australian accent. Her words bounced with the cage, rather like one going over a speed-bump while having a conversation in the car – and just as naturally, she continued. “But it ain’t home…not even the same season back there…”
A much angrier jostle was the only answer she received, though she quickly responded, tossing her short, caramel colored hair out of her eyes as she spoke. A lone strand caught in the band-aid on her cheek, one of many plastered all over her body, though most were on her hands and arms.
“Aw, don’t be like that, darling, I’m sure we’ll fit in!” Her fingers slipped beneath the cloth, through the bars, apparently reaching to pet whatever lay inside. An unsettling quiet followed, growing tenser by the moment…at least, it would have seemed to, to anyone watching – Tempany herself seemed blissfully unaware of any impending danger, continuing her gentle strokes. “And we’ll get you nice and warm, so--”
“OW!” She yanked her hand back into sight, hissing softly, blood pouring freely from her fingertips – though she was far less concerned with her injury, and much more worried at the offense she might have committed towards whatever baby of hers she was carting around. Her pretty face wore an almost heart-broken expression. “Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, angel, please don’t be mad at mommy, everything will be fine! Shhh….shhhh…”