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Old 02-24-2004, 07:39 PM   #6
Lumiel
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Having gotten what she wanted, little Indy cheerfully sat down on the grass beside Fulgrim, waiting while he finished his pipe. She was so happy! She hadn't been this happy since...well, for a while. Although anxious to begin, she had a patience beyond her years, learned through hardships.

She pulled at the grass and as she broke the blades, the fresh smell of lawn floated up to her. Her eyes fell on a clover nearby. Reaching out a small hand, she plucked it. Its neat little purple petals seemed to stretch with upreached arms to the warm, loving sun. It was a pretty, though not beautiful, flower and was edible as well. Many times had she survived because of this very flower.

It reminded her of the only friend she had ever had. She sighed. Poke had died long ago, or so it seemed to her. Poke had been an orphan girl like herself. Raised on the streets, she was a rough child. Yet still inside of her was a heart. When Indy was first put out onto the streets, Poke had taken pity on her and helped her learn the ins and outs of the streetlife. The two quickly became best friends, thick as thieves (which indeed they were). Unfortunately, their friendship came to a harsh end.

At the market one day, Poke was caught stealing. Indy had been trying to distract the owner of a stall while Poke did the real work. But the owner was smarter than they had thought, and caught poor Poke. Angry at the outrage, he took matters into his own hands. He beat the young girl and shoved her roughly away from his wares. Indy tried to get the man off of Poke, but her efforts had no effect. When he was through with Poke, he turned to Indy and raised his hand against her. Before any blow could land, Indy had screamed.

When the man had shoved Poke into the street, he had been unaware of the wagon that was bounding down the streets, reined by a drunk man who was out of control. Poke was tossed headlong into his path. The drunk was too far gone to pull up the horses quick enough, and Poke simply wasn't fast enough. Poke, Indy's first and only friend, had died a horrible, painful death. After Poke's death, Indy grew a hatred toward everyone and everything, and the world seemed only too glad to shove it back at her. She had not known anyone to care for nor anyone to care for her since the tragedy. She thought of Poke as she twisted the clover between her fingers. Poke had been the one to tell her the edible qualities of the plant. She glanced up at Fungrim. Maybe she could find a friend again.
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