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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 16:42:04 GMT -8
"More or less, they're important. Life skills that I-what was that?" She got distracted by the noise at the door. She stood up and answered, seeing Allyssa's dragon. "Tempest? What is it? Where's Allyssa?"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 16:43:05 GMT -8
Tempest motioned to her back. Hop on! It's an emergency!
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 16:43:27 GMT -8
Vim went pale. This was not good. He walked over. "Where's Allyssa, girl?"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 16:45:20 GMT -8
Tempest stomped her foot. Hop on!
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 16:46:38 GMT -8
Whatever it was, it was important. But his sister was still asleep. "Vim. You go. I'll stay here and watch after your sister. Go see what's wrong."
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 16:50:24 GMT -8
Vim smiled. "I was about to say the same thing." He picked up his spear. "I'll be back." He promised. Then, before he lost his nerve, he grabbed her shoulder and kissed her.
He hopped on Tempest and she shot off.
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 16:53:09 GMT -8
She kind of blushed like crazy when he kissed her cheek and smiled slightly when he flew off. She just hoped that everyone was okay. And he'd be okay. But he was tough and so were her friends. Of course they'd be okay.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 16:53:26 GMT -8
Tempest flew as fast as possible to the cove.
Allyssa heard wings flapping. She looked up. "You're back!"
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 16:54:06 GMT -8
"What's going on?" Demanded Vim as he hoped from Tempest, spear in hand. "Is everybody okay?"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 17:00:08 GMT -8
"He isn't," Allyssa pointed.
(Tempest XD)
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 17:06:22 GMT -8
Vim looked down. "Oh. Him." He shook his head. He couldn't hold onto the grudge any longer. "Who did this? Are we in danger?"
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 17:08:50 GMT -8
"Just a recent battle," Allyssa grumbled. "We can't leave him to die here."
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Post by Vim on Aug 22, 2013 17:14:03 GMT -8
"I wasn't suggesting that," Said Vim hastily. He poked him with the blunt end of his spear. "He's unconscious. Good."
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At Boethiah's house, Bolla woke up and began to cry.
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Post by Tempest on Aug 22, 2013 17:16:33 GMT -8
"What should we do now? I'm waiting for the tree sap, and we can't take out the arrows just yet."
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Post by Boethiah on Aug 22, 2013 17:18:42 GMT -8
Boethiah had went back inside and stared at the fire, only to hear his sister start to cry. Quickly, she got up and went upstairs to her room where the child was. Boe sat on the bed and picked up Bolla, cradling her in her arms and rocking her back and forth. She tried shushing the child, but it didn't work, so she started mumbling a lullaby she remembered her mother would sing to her during storms.
The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night;
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;"
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
"Sleep, little one, sleep."
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