#theyoungdarkness

"Oh, really? It’s my fault now? It couldn’t possibly be because you flew as a dragon to hunt?” Rem hissed with a fury rarely seen, mindful of the fact someone something could be hunting them above ground.

"Despite my predilection towards being tossed in the air by runaway oxen and carts?" Míriel asked him from her nest of pillow, leg up in traction because there was only so much time magic could mend a rebroken leg before you had to wait for nature to do the job.

This was the fifth time she had attempted to leave his kingdom and been waylaid by escaped steaks with legs.

And had her leg broken.

In the same place.

She seemed to positively attract them. This was not something that she had, had to deal with before in her life. Perhaps it was the location. Perhaps Kaeran bulls and carts could smell the scent of a miandering lost and homeless quendi from a distance.

Perhaps it was her very scent that spooked the animals.

She would never know.

"Well if you have any questions now is the time to ask, apparently I'm not going anywhere until they are completely satisfied that nature has mended my break completely through" she picked a stray piece of straw out of her hair. She had fallen into another cart this time, one thankfully filled with hay... unfortunately that hay had been in crates as buffering for delicate pottery.

They'd picked the equivalent of three urns out of her back.

She was shy, and afraid at first. Her mother had cried when not only her son, but her sweet daughter as well decided to go off to war. Ninny pleaded with her to let her go, and convinced her that she would come home, feeling better about herself and her country. She wanted to be proud and strong like her brother. 

Clutching her assignment paper tight in her hand, and her suitcase in the other, Ninny followed the line of nurses being shown which camp and station they were assigned to. 

14. WWII