watched Elena stand and brush a
bit of dust off her clothes. Reaching down, she snatched her
focus
amulet and deposited it in her pocket. Adjusting her shirt, she stared angrily at me and huffed off to Maynard's waiting office.
I felt a flash of joy at watching Elena disciplined. "Rose."
Damn.The sound of my name told me that I wasn't off the hook either.
Maynard knelt down next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I started to feel the poison abate. “How many times have I asked you not to piss Elena off?" I lifted myself into a sitting position. “I dunno,” I croaked. “Twelve? Thirteen times?” I rubbed my throat. Apparently Elena's assault had bruised my voice box. Maynard smiled but quickly flushed it from his face. “The question was rhetorical, Rose." "Hey, how about a little sympathy for this devil?” I said, rubbing my forehead. I pulled two bloody fingers away and showed them to Maynard. He took his hand from my shoulder. “Better?" Surprised, I nodded as the burning began to ease. He looked at the holes in my leather jacket he had created. “Sorry I had to spike you, but it really looked like you were about to kill her." I was.
"You're still in trouble,” Maynard pointed out, “but I did see who started it. I'm not going to let Elena off easy this time, but you shouldn't have retaliated." "What was I supposed to do?” I laughed. “Let the Witch kick the crap out of me? I don't think so. This kitty's got claws."
Not amused by my joke, Maynard stood but kept his stare firmly on me. The green spikes quickly vanished into his flesh. “I want to see you in my office after I finish with Elena. You can head down to the infirmary if you need to."
I smiled politely even though I was still in pain. He may have neutralized the poison, but there was the matter of the holes in my flesh his barbs had created. Leaning against the nearest desk I watched the Dendro return to his office and shut the door. Standing, I felt a twinge of pain run down my back. I touched my hand to my shoulder and pulled it away. Sticky cool blood clung to my palm and fingertips. There was something about a Dendro's poison that inhibited coagulation. Grabbing a handful of tissues from a box situated on the corner of the desk, I tried to wipe the blood from my hand and shoulder. Looking up, I watched the rest of the office slowly start to filter back in. I didn't blame them for running. There was nothing worse than an angry Witch. Spells and magic took focus. When enraged, a Witch
amulet and deposited it in her pocket. Adjusting her shirt, she stared angrily at me and huffed off to Maynard's waiting office.
I felt a flash of joy at watching Elena disciplined. "Rose."
Damn.The sound of my name told me that I wasn't off the hook either.
Maynard knelt down next to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I started to feel the poison abate. “How many times have I asked you not to piss Elena off?" I lifted myself into a sitting position. “I dunno,” I croaked. “Twelve? Thirteen times?” I rubbed my throat. Apparently Elena's assault had bruised my voice box. Maynard smiled but quickly flushed it from his face. “The question was rhetorical, Rose." "Hey, how about a little sympathy for this devil?” I said, rubbing my forehead. I pulled two bloody fingers away and showed them to Maynard. He took his hand from my shoulder. “Better?" Surprised, I nodded as the burning began to ease. He looked at the holes in my leather jacket he had created. “Sorry I had to spike you, but it really looked like you were about to kill her." I was.
"You're still in trouble,” Maynard pointed out, “but I did see who started it. I'm not going to let Elena off easy this time, but you shouldn't have retaliated." "What was I supposed to do?” I laughed. “Let the Witch kick the crap out of me? I don't think so. This kitty's got claws."
Not amused by my joke, Maynard stood but kept his stare firmly on me. The green spikes quickly vanished into his flesh. “I want to see you in my office after I finish with Elena. You can head down to the infirmary if you need to."
I smiled politely even though I was still in pain. He may have neutralized the poison, but there was the matter of the holes in my flesh his barbs had created. Leaning against the nearest desk I watched the Dendro return to his office and shut the door. Standing, I felt a twinge of pain run down my back. I touched my hand to my shoulder and pulled it away. Sticky cool blood clung to my palm and fingertips. There was something about a Dendro's poison that inhibited coagulation. Grabbing a handful of tissues from a box situated on the corner of the desk, I tried to wipe the blood from my hand and shoulder. Looking up, I watched the rest of the office slowly start to filter back in. I didn't blame them for running. There was nothing worse than an angry Witch. Spells and magic took focus. When enraged, a Witch