Destiny was asleep again, only lightly. Suddenly, she heard a *thud*
and jerked awake. The first image in her mind was an orc charging at
her with an axe. Her rapid breathing slowed down and she soon heard
somebody crying. Whoever it was crying really hard, like their
entire life had been stolen from them. And it wasn't just anyone who
was weeping, it was Mascatarma.
She arched an eyebrow just wondering if what she was hearing was
true. It wasn't something that she would ever expect to see or hear
in her lifetime. Grabbing a brush and hurridley combing through
auburn hair, Destiny tried to open the door with one hand, hoping
that she wasn't late for any plans. Of course the door was stuck
there- it wasn't really much of a door, more like a broken wall. She
dropped the brush and kicked the door, hard, and it finally "opened".
She actually managed to kick the door out, and it fell to the earth
with such a loud sound and force that a wooden side panel a wall fell
down with it. Destiny muttered some obscene words at the demolished
door and stepped over it, her footsteps unusually loud.
She circled the house curiously, her footsteps characteristcally
lighter and found Mascatarma leaning against a wall, sobbing.
Destiny stood a few steps back, keeping her distance respectfully.
She eyed Mascatarma questioningly, wondering why she was so far into
the woods, and what was bothering her. She looked suprised too, and
her blue-grey eyes were widened.
"Why are you here?" she asked, not trying to sound angry, because she
wasn't, just defensive of her so-called house. "What's wrong?" she
added more softly, tilting her head slightly as she awaited