Resting for a moment [open]

[knifewithnoname]

WHO | Pruna and anyone
WHAT | Pruna late in week 3, after killing Malfoy.
WHEN | Late in week 3
WHERE | Tomorrowland
WARNINGS |

The little girl sat leaning against one of the ruined buildings, hidden from view yet able to see far enough to run from danger. She was exhausted, she might be used to never having a full nights sleep but this constant running and fighting and running again was getting to her. She was staying in this place for the moment, it had food and there was no use in going back to the place with the castle. Not now Adel was gone.

She had been so mad when she came back from the feast to find the alien gone, she had thought she had ran off and it wasn't until her picture came up in the sky that she realised she'd been killed. Stupid alien, couldn't even last a couple of hours without her help.

Aliens were on her list of things that she didn't like, as well as mice, ducks and cats. Pruna had a nasty scratch on her side from a run in with a cat that had far too many claws for her liking. It had tasted nice though even if it had taken her far too long to light a fire and she had had to run the moment it was cooked in case anyone came after her.

She probably looked a frightening sight, her face was smeared with dirt and blood, luckily the black clothes she wore hid the worst of it and she was sat making a flower chain, knife in hand in case she was disturbed. No one was going to steal her stuff, or kill her. Since learning that this was a different world and she had been kidnapped she was determined to survive, survive and go back home and convince Elina she really hadn't ran away.

She missed her sister, and hated that she was being kept here and hated that she hurt so much. She had used the medicine she had gotten in the feast to heal her worst cut but there were lots more. She froze thinking she had heard a sound and glanced round warily.

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[knifewithnoname]

That's a lot of peaches, she tries to hide just how delighted she is but fails a little. She bites into one and glowers at the question, usually when adults asked her she told them, very bluntly, that it was none of their business but she didn't really want to be rude to someone who had tended her cuts and given her food.

Especially when he was still in a position to take said food away. So she shrugged, "I do no be having one," another bite of the peach, "And that do be the truth so you do no be calling me a liar!"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"I wouldn't call you a liar," he replies, sort of incredulously because he wonders why she would jump to that conclusion immediately. "My name is Steve. I hope to see you again, alive. Enjoy the peaches," he says, getting up and dusting himself off. "Are you alright to walk?"

[knifewithnoname]

"Steve." She tested the name, it was a strange name but she thought it suited him. She didn't always bother remembering peoples names, even though she got that they were important. But he had given her fruit, she liked him and so she would remember it.

And remember to use it. "I do be alright," she paused to devour more of the peach. "I do be thanking you Steve."

[pursuitofcappiness]

He nods. "You're very welcome," he says, as he turns to make his leave.