54 Summer, 513 AV
Get to the Market, buy the supplies, get back. That was the orders given to her by the cook in the kitchens of the Orphanage. She had been good today with her school work and managed to sing the verses correctly but she had cheated a little and had one of the kids read her the lines she was supposed to sing, but what the teacher didn’t know didn’t hurt them, right?
She just didn’t have the time to read! There were so many things to do and discover! How could the teacher ever expect her to learn her letters? How was that as important as discovering how fast she could run or how quickly she could stop? She wasn’t the greatest at the stopping part but she did like to run. Practice would eventually make perfect.
The praises from the teacher were always welcome and as a reward for doing so well during session the teacher had let her help in the kitchens. The cook wouldn’t let her do any of the actual cooking of course but she didn’t mind running errands for him, it was still quite fun. Going into the city was a little stressful because there were almost worse predators than the wilds lurking around the corners but that didn’t phase her, she was a tiger! What did tigers do best? Roar!
She tried to give her best roar in her human form, ending on a squeak, her hands held up and fingers curled, trying to give her best menacing face. Holding her stomach she belly laughed and wiped a tear from her eye. It always made her chuckle and feel a little better whenever she did that. She felt her roar in animal form was slightly more intimidating but she was still young and her voice was still changing. It was a lot faster than any of the other children but it was almost not quick enough for Fire.
Gathering her pack from her bed she threw it over her shoulder and shoved her little feet into her boots that she was still trying to grow into. Jillian had given her adult boots because her feet had already outgrown the pair that she’d been given only a few weeks before, they were already walking around on another child. Which was okay with her, she’d got her own grown up boots now! Growing fast sometimes had perks of being able to get clothes more often so it was almost like getting a present every few weeks or months. It also had it’s downfalls when there weren’t enough clothes for her to wear and she had to wait and the dress that had been at her ankles quickly moved to mid-thigh when she’d had a growth spurt. Another downfall were the pains of her bones growing so fast. Somedays it could even hurt to move.
Her thoughts meandered back to her task at hand as she pushed the door to the Orphanage open and made her way down the street. Eyes darting back and forth trying to remember what she’d been told, Don’t draw attention, stay away from alleys, go straight to where you need to go, come straight back. Nodding to herself, boots slapping the ground she hurried toward the Market.
Well, she had planned to go straight to the Market, until her loose boot caught a foot hanging out into the street and she went sailing onto the ground. Hands splayed against the dirt and rocks, her cheek smacking the pavement as she laid sprawled against the hard surface. Shaking her head she scrambled up as quickly as she could, ignoring the sting on her knees and hands, the rocks that had tried to embed in her skin as she turned quickly to see who the foot had belong to.
Get to the Market, buy the supplies, get back. That was the orders given to her by the cook in the kitchens of the Orphanage. She had been good today with her school work and managed to sing the verses correctly but she had cheated a little and had one of the kids read her the lines she was supposed to sing, but what the teacher didn’t know didn’t hurt them, right?
She just didn’t have the time to read! There were so many things to do and discover! How could the teacher ever expect her to learn her letters? How was that as important as discovering how fast she could run or how quickly she could stop? She wasn’t the greatest at the stopping part but she did like to run. Practice would eventually make perfect.
The praises from the teacher were always welcome and as a reward for doing so well during session the teacher had let her help in the kitchens. The cook wouldn’t let her do any of the actual cooking of course but she didn’t mind running errands for him, it was still quite fun. Going into the city was a little stressful because there were almost worse predators than the wilds lurking around the corners but that didn’t phase her, she was a tiger! What did tigers do best? Roar!
She tried to give her best roar in her human form, ending on a squeak, her hands held up and fingers curled, trying to give her best menacing face. Holding her stomach she belly laughed and wiped a tear from her eye. It always made her chuckle and feel a little better whenever she did that. She felt her roar in animal form was slightly more intimidating but she was still young and her voice was still changing. It was a lot faster than any of the other children but it was almost not quick enough for Fire.
Gathering her pack from her bed she threw it over her shoulder and shoved her little feet into her boots that she was still trying to grow into. Jillian had given her adult boots because her feet had already outgrown the pair that she’d been given only a few weeks before, they were already walking around on another child. Which was okay with her, she’d got her own grown up boots now! Growing fast sometimes had perks of being able to get clothes more often so it was almost like getting a present every few weeks or months. It also had it’s downfalls when there weren’t enough clothes for her to wear and she had to wait and the dress that had been at her ankles quickly moved to mid-thigh when she’d had a growth spurt. Another downfall were the pains of her bones growing so fast. Somedays it could even hurt to move.
Her thoughts meandered back to her task at hand as she pushed the door to the Orphanage open and made her way down the street. Eyes darting back and forth trying to remember what she’d been told, Don’t draw attention, stay away from alleys, go straight to where you need to go, come straight back. Nodding to herself, boots slapping the ground she hurried toward the Market.
Well, she had planned to go straight to the Market, until her loose boot caught a foot hanging out into the street and she went sailing onto the ground. Hands splayed against the dirt and rocks, her cheek smacking the pavement as she laid sprawled against the hard surface. Shaking her head she scrambled up as quickly as she could, ignoring the sting on her knees and hands, the rocks that had tried to embed in her skin as she turned quickly to see who the foot had belong to.
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