Post by Jean Crow on Apr 16, 2015 6:48:05 GMT -6
Jean kicked a small section of the Wagon, and a solid chunk of wooden wall fell to the ground. She cursed under her breath and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. She had awoken that Morning without a clue of the damaged she'd caused to her Caravan. Her Leathers were torn and her cage was almost entirely destroyed. The Frustration was almost too much for the Ringleader to manage.
Crouching by the Wagon wreckage, she began to gather shards of wood and splinters. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time she had to repair the wagon after a hairy weekend like last week's Full Moon. She only hoped that this time... there were no casualties. And that Ferngully would forgive her for escaping and putting Cannith in danger once again. And the Other Gypsies that had to guard the cage again. She Vaguely remembered the White Rabbit, and the controversy with the Bandit, and the Merchant. Half of her wondered what happened to that issue. They were gone now, and everything seemed to die down. She still had time before the Guests from the South showed up. And in that time, She'd have to right the wrongs done while she was snacking on the townsfolk...
Crouching by the Wagon wreckage, she began to gather shards of wood and splinters. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time she had to repair the wagon after a hairy weekend like last week's Full Moon. She only hoped that this time... there were no casualties. And that Ferngully would forgive her for escaping and putting Cannith in danger once again. And the Other Gypsies that had to guard the cage again. She Vaguely remembered the White Rabbit, and the controversy with the Bandit, and the Merchant. Half of her wondered what happened to that issue. They were gone now, and everything seemed to die down. She still had time before the Guests from the South showed up. And in that time, She'd have to right the wrongs done while she was snacking on the townsfolk...