#{stormflowerhonor}

OH -- it's this one, the only one in that team who seems to keep his head about him. That wouldn't be any fun: if someone was impossible to get a rise out of, then they were likely to be far more focused on the fight.

@stormflowerhonor

The Mistral branch of the Lost Children’s Orphanage had just gotten in a pair of children brought to them who had been reported as homeless and in poor condition, with one requiring a doctor who was on their way, but there was a commotion still, as the elderly Petra Mint, co-founder of the Lost Children homes, soon heard as she checked on the other kids.

With her walking stick, she’d make her way to the room the two had been put in for now, as the staff, one of whom being Petra’s brother-in-law, Michael, who was trying to get the boy to calm down, but it was no use.

“Michael? What’s wrong?” She asked as she approached, taking her time with her stick helping her walk.

“Well, it’s the boy, his name is Lie Ren from what the paper works says, he keeps saying he wants to go, but we need the doctor to check him and the girl, Nora, too.” Michael looked worried, but he knew Petra would try.

She still couldn't walk. Laying a low profile in Patch was something Pyrrha had never expected she would do after everything had happened. Then again, Pyrrha didn't expect to have survived her fight against Cinder. If Ruby had been just a second slower...

If only she'd gotten the maiden powers. Had been quicker to accept Ozpin's offer. None of this would have ever happened, she thought, blaming herself for the destruction of her school, the death of it's headmaster. It had been all because she had failed. And now, she finally received word that the world believed her dead.

Pyrrha didn't know what to do; she couldn't even walk right now, Cinder's glass arrow shattering her ankle in a way that it was unclear if it would ever be the same. She didn't know if she would ever fight again, not sure if she would even be able to or if she still wanted to.

She didn't want to fail again.

     she  looks  towards  a  familiar  face,  silence  falling  within  the  air ... thoughts  about  the  state  of  things  flowing  through  her  mind.      when  did  things  take  this  type  of  turn ??  when  did  judgement  between  right  &&  wrong  become  so  confusing ??  or  was  she  just  thinking  far  too  much  into  all  of  this ??