Post by Mildre(a)d "Bagley-Aldaine" on Jul 31, 2007 17:43:01 GMT -5
Quiet, content humming was making it's way down a dusty-looking, worn down, stone hallway in the dungeons of Firefox. Behind it came a girl, short and young looking with a small bounce in her step. Mildred had cheered up after her spell of depression from the Christmas Incident', and it was seen easily. She was back to quietly walking down hallways, marveling at the intricacies of the well-built castle she went to school in. Instead of moping about with her eyes downcast and limping, her body had finally healed enough so that she no longer felt much pain when she moved. The only bad thing about her current state was that it was a struggle to breathe, sometimes, and she found it harder to run or go up large amounts of stairs. Still, she was handling it well, going back to her usual happy, curious self.
On today's agenda was a further exploration of the dark dungeons, a place she had saved for last partly because she thought it'd be the most interesting, and partly because she was afraid of the dark. To her relief, the area she was in at the moment seemed well-lit, helped along by the occasional lit torch. She was humming to keep her mind off of her fear of the dark, and it was working.. sort of. She paused in front of a large, familiar painting of a night, dressed entirely in black, with both of it's arms cut off. The strange painting rung a bell, her mind attempting to bring up the corresponding childhood memories. She shrugged, wondering why such a painting was down here, and turned.
She stepped forward, her foot only an inch or two off of the ground, her steps sedated and short. Suddenly, her toe caught on an uneven bit of stone in the ground [apparantly it had been chipped or something from some kind of heavy impact], and she tripped. She caught herself with her hands, her left knee colliding painfull hard with the ground, immediately scraping it. Her arms, not exactly at their full strength, wobbled as her eyes closed from the sharp sting of pain from her hands and knees, and then finally gave way.
Her head hit the ground, but luckily she had had the reflex to turn her face away so she didn't break her nose.
"Ow..." She said, in a quiet voice.
Was it just her, or did she seem to get hurt too much? She had stumbled many times before in the school, of course... No one she knew was that clumsy. Maybe she was under a curse?
She lay there, biting her lip to hold back a small moan of pain begging to be released after the 'ow'. Oh, how stupid she looked... She would never forgive herself is she started crying. She wasn't five years old anymore, after all..
On today's agenda was a further exploration of the dark dungeons, a place she had saved for last partly because she thought it'd be the most interesting, and partly because she was afraid of the dark. To her relief, the area she was in at the moment seemed well-lit, helped along by the occasional lit torch. She was humming to keep her mind off of her fear of the dark, and it was working.. sort of. She paused in front of a large, familiar painting of a night, dressed entirely in black, with both of it's arms cut off. The strange painting rung a bell, her mind attempting to bring up the corresponding childhood memories. She shrugged, wondering why such a painting was down here, and turned.
She stepped forward, her foot only an inch or two off of the ground, her steps sedated and short. Suddenly, her toe caught on an uneven bit of stone in the ground [apparantly it had been chipped or something from some kind of heavy impact], and she tripped. She caught herself with her hands, her left knee colliding painfull hard with the ground, immediately scraping it. Her arms, not exactly at their full strength, wobbled as her eyes closed from the sharp sting of pain from her hands and knees, and then finally gave way.
Her head hit the ground, but luckily she had had the reflex to turn her face away so she didn't break her nose.
"Ow..." She said, in a quiet voice.
Was it just her, or did she seem to get hurt too much? She had stumbled many times before in the school, of course... No one she knew was that clumsy. Maybe she was under a curse?
She lay there, biting her lip to hold back a small moan of pain begging to be released after the 'ow'. Oh, how stupid she looked... She would never forgive herself is she started crying. She wasn't five years old anymore, after all..