[PRP] A beetle for your thoughts? [Vremea + Akkira ]

[Blasphemoose]

Akkira returns to Salamire after losing quite badly to a troll. Can anything be done for a budding hatred?

where:salamire outpost

 

[Blasphemoose]

The smell and sounds of salamire were both a comfort and a panic attack. But Akkira was too irritated to even remotely think about the trouble that would await her if her lusus caught her scent. Instead Akkira was leaning against a tree on the ground throwing rocks angrily and hearing them click. She didn't want to go visit Byakko while angry, she might say something she might regret but what else could she do? And so the young redblood would pick up anything near here and chuck them until they made some sort of sound.

At one point she'd picked up something with a shell, felt it struggle in her hand and the crack satisfyingly against the tree she'd been abusing for the last little while. But nothing helped. She kept thinking of that stuck up blueblood that had thoroughly beat her not too long before. The feeling of the battle still tingling her limbs and the fluttering in her chest as she thought about the bluebloods quips and cleverness. She loathed it, and yet here she was thinking about it, her face colored with a pink blush.

"UHHGGGGG!!!" She screamed and threw her sword at the tree irritably before bringing her knees up the her chest and hugging them.

quite uneventful

 

[quite uneventful]

Vremea couldn't help but notice the constant sound of thumping. She lived nearer to the ground than most of the others, so not only had she heard the throwing and breaking coming from underneath her, she'd heard one last, loud scream that ended with a loud thump. Vremea squinted, looking out from her small window, only to see a small figure curled into itself. Vremea's eyebrow arched a little, and instead of minding her own business, the yellowblood decided to, well, take things into her own hands. She headed down the stairs connecting to the main stairs, careful until she reached the ending and saw it was someone familiar-- Akkira, the redblood living on the outskirts of the swamp but still participating and learning from them. Vremea had babysat them all on multiple occasions, but this was one of the first times she'd seen Akkira so despondent. She normally held a mischievous smile on her face and/or was whacking Cynril into cleaning himself.

She'd never seen her so... unenthusiastic. Vremea brushed off a little dust from her skirt. "Akkira? Are you alright?" She questioned, unsure. She didn't know if it'd been her place to ask these things...

saihen

sorry i took so long sad