Verdas
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Even though Ruina continued to smile, the disappointment was evident in her body language. "Okie dokie. Cya later!" She bade farewell to Fia, then gave Ollie a friendly wink and waved at him. Seeing that everyone was preoccupied, she made her way over to the mast and leaned against it. The mast protested furiously, but it's complaints were completely at utterly ignored. At least by the one leaning against it.
Now that she had no one to talk to, she started to zone out, listening to the waves beat against hull of the ship. It reminded her of her elder siblings. The loud, rhythmic crashing of the waves, reminded her of the rage her brothers would feel whenever she did something wrong. Of the sounds her bones would make when they cracked and broke with every lesson taught.
Like the times when she refused to break living things. Thinking back on it, she sure was stupid back then, wanting to avoid using her powers on living creatures. Fortunately her brothers had been there to correct her. They always did. They would beat her again, and again, and again, and again, until she finally learned. She never was very bright.
Laughing like a madman, albeit quietly, any observers might assume that she was having a marvellous time tormenting the poor mast. She then covered her ears with her palms. She didn't want to hear the waves anymore. "I want to get off..." She mumbled to herself as she started to feel discomfort at being on the ship, much like Fia.
Baconhands Quillicious
Now that she had no one to talk to, she started to zone out, listening to the waves beat against hull of the ship. It reminded her of her elder siblings. The loud, rhythmic crashing of the waves, reminded her of the rage her brothers would feel whenever she did something wrong. Of the sounds her bones would make when they cracked and broke with every lesson taught.
Like the times when she refused to break living things. Thinking back on it, she sure was stupid back then, wanting to avoid using her powers on living creatures. Fortunately her brothers had been there to correct her. They always did. They would beat her again, and again, and again, and again, until she finally learned. She never was very bright.
Laughing like a madman, albeit quietly, any observers might assume that she was having a marvellous time tormenting the poor mast. She then covered her ears with her palms. She didn't want to hear the waves anymore. "I want to get off..." She mumbled to herself as she started to feel discomfort at being on the ship, much like Fia.
Baconhands Quillicious