room.
“Thane!” she cried out.
He turned and lifted a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Felia scowled and walked toward the boy. “I will not be quiet! We were worried sick. What was the blood from? Are you ok? What are you doing here? You need to leave this poor little rabbit alone.” As she drew closer, Felia noticed the cage door was open.
She was surprised when Thane slowly pointed to the far end of the school. There, covered mostly by shadows and perched on a stool, sat a small teenage girl. She was curled up in a ball with her legs and feet pulled up on the seat in front of her and it was obvious that she was terrified.
The girl had long blonde hair that was ratty and unkempt and unfortunately matched her dress that was tattered and filthy. It was obvious to Felia that though her face was spoiled by filth the girl’s features were soft and perhaps even beautiful when properly bathed.
Felia was rendered speechless for a moment but then whispered to Thane, “Has she said anything?”
“Not a word. This just happened a few minutes ago though.”
Felia took a few slow steps toward the girl and held out her right hand. “Hi there sweetie, what is your name?”
The girl pulled her legs tighter to her chest. Felia stopped her approach.
“It’s ok, we won’t hurt you,” she said sincerely. “We are just trying to help you.”
Felia glanced at Thane and then to the girl. She was unsure of what to do next. An awkward stillness fell over them but it was quickly dashed when Avryn, Trussil and a short, stubby guard with dark spiked hair stormed in.
Avryn spotted Thane immediately. “Thane! What are you doing here? Are you hurt?”
“We saw blood in your room.” Felia added.
Trussil gasped when she noticed the girl. “Well hello there!”
Avryn looked at the girl and then turned to Trussil. “We will get Thane out of your hair and let you handle this.”
“But—” Thane tried to reply.
“Don’t argue with me,” Avryn interrupted firmly. “Come over here. Let me see where you are cut. We need to leave them alone for now and for this little morning fright you gave us you will be missing the start of the festival tomorrow. You can spend it in your room.” He turned to the guard standing beside him. “Go ahead on back now Marcos, thank you for your help.”
The guard bowed slightly and then left the building.
Thane stood up and brushed the dust off of his pants. A few spots of blood were now visible on his shirt and his hands were also tinted crimson. “I’m not cut, it was from my nose. I had another headache. I think I blacked out or something.” He then walked over to his father who grabbed him by the arm.
Felia scurried over to him. “You should have gotten us.”
“I’m fine,” he replied. “When I came to I couldn’t go back to sleep so I just came here and, well…this happened.”
Trussil took a few steps toward the girl then knelt down. She smiled then asked, “Now, what’s your name sweetie? Mine is Trussil, well that is my last name actually but they all seem to use it.”
“She doesn’t talk,” Thane said.
Felia slapped him lightly on the head. “Thane!”
“Well she hasn’t yet,” the boy muttered.
“Of course she can talk, she is too old to not be able to talk,” Avryn said.
“Quiet down a minute!” Trussil pleaded.
“Please don’t make me miss the festival,” Thane begged.
The conversations quickly digressed into a low roar of jumbled thoughts. Their voices continued to rise as they each struggled to have the questions that sprung into their minds answered.
At the peak of the chaos in the school, when frustrations were growing along with tempers, they all stopped and looked over at the girl who had been cowering in the corner. She had quietly raised a hand into the air.
Trussil glanced back at the others and then calmly asked the girl, “Yes sweetie?”
In a soft, timid voice she replied, “I need a bath.”
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“Thane!” she cried out.
He turned and lifted a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Felia scowled and walked toward the boy. “I will not be quiet! We were worried sick. What was the blood from? Are you ok? What are you doing here? You need to leave this poor little rabbit alone.” As she drew closer, Felia noticed the cage door was open.
She was surprised when Thane slowly pointed to the far end of the school. There, covered mostly by shadows and perched on a stool, sat a small teenage girl. She was curled up in a ball with her legs and feet pulled up on the seat in front of her and it was obvious that she was terrified.
The girl had long blonde hair that was ratty and unkempt and unfortunately matched her dress that was tattered and filthy. It was obvious to Felia that though her face was spoiled by filth the girl’s features were soft and perhaps even beautiful when properly bathed.
Felia was rendered speechless for a moment but then whispered to Thane, “Has she said anything?”
“Not a word. This just happened a few minutes ago though.”
Felia took a few slow steps toward the girl and held out her right hand. “Hi there sweetie, what is your name?”
The girl pulled her legs tighter to her chest. Felia stopped her approach.
“It’s ok, we won’t hurt you,” she said sincerely. “We are just trying to help you.”
Felia glanced at Thane and then to the girl. She was unsure of what to do next. An awkward stillness fell over them but it was quickly dashed when Avryn, Trussil and a short, stubby guard with dark spiked hair stormed in.
Avryn spotted Thane immediately. “Thane! What are you doing here? Are you hurt?”
“We saw blood in your room.” Felia added.
Trussil gasped when she noticed the girl. “Well hello there!”
Avryn looked at the girl and then turned to Trussil. “We will get Thane out of your hair and let you handle this.”
“But—” Thane tried to reply.
“Don’t argue with me,” Avryn interrupted firmly. “Come over here. Let me see where you are cut. We need to leave them alone for now and for this little morning fright you gave us you will be missing the start of the festival tomorrow. You can spend it in your room.” He turned to the guard standing beside him. “Go ahead on back now Marcos, thank you for your help.”
The guard bowed slightly and then left the building.
Thane stood up and brushed the dust off of his pants. A few spots of blood were now visible on his shirt and his hands were also tinted crimson. “I’m not cut, it was from my nose. I had another headache. I think I blacked out or something.” He then walked over to his father who grabbed him by the arm.
Felia scurried over to him. “You should have gotten us.”
“I’m fine,” he replied. “When I came to I couldn’t go back to sleep so I just came here and, well…this happened.”
Trussil took a few steps toward the girl then knelt down. She smiled then asked, “Now, what’s your name sweetie? Mine is Trussil, well that is my last name actually but they all seem to use it.”
“She doesn’t talk,” Thane said.
Felia slapped him lightly on the head. “Thane!”
“Well she hasn’t yet,” the boy muttered.
“Of course she can talk, she is too old to not be able to talk,” Avryn said.
“Quiet down a minute!” Trussil pleaded.
“Please don’t make me miss the festival,” Thane begged.
The conversations quickly digressed into a low roar of jumbled thoughts. Their voices continued to rise as they each struggled to have the questions that sprung into their minds answered.
At the peak of the chaos in the school, when frustrations were growing along with tempers, they all stopped and looked over at the girl who had been cowering in the corner. She had quietly raised a hand into the air.
Trussil glanced back at the others and then calmly asked the girl, “Yes sweetie?”
In a soft, timid voice she replied, “I need a bath.”
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