"Ouch. Dammit. That's my face you're stepping on!"
Wincing, I slowly looked up to Dimona, an annoying little girl, who I was currently attempting to hurl thrugh the window of a hut.
Even though I had extended my hands to lift her, after having stepped onto my hand, she'd decided that my face was a far worthier platform to host her royal feet. Annoying little fart.
"Sorry," she looked down worriedly at me, her deep brown eyes and innocent expression shooting daggers at my consciece. Of course. She was just a little girl who was so deserate to leave that orphanage she'd do anything. I felt a pang of guilt at how bitterly I was acting towards her, and gave way to a sigh that had been building up inside of me for a while.
"Look..." I slowly started, but as I searched for something comforting to say, she trod on my face aain, slipped on my nose, and as she fell down, she frantically grabbed a fistfull of my long, silver hair, taking a few strands down along with her.
I autimatically touched the areas where my hair had been rippd out and was relieved to find that there was no bald patch. Then I turned around to hiss at her.
"Idiot! Watch where you
put your feet. I wouldn't have..."
My voice startd to waver as I set eyes on Dimona, who was still lying eagle-spread on thefloor, head to the side, a peculiar expression flitting acorss her face.
"I think I can hear someone," she murered softly.