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[xx. Minty]

"Oh, my, goodness! Mister Semmol, are you alright?" Myaira cried. The elderly mouse grunted and groan as he was put into sitting position. The pair had fallen almost the whole way down, and other paws shot out to help. Trystal had Elron in her paws, and she was staring back at the walltop, where the silhouette of Rhor was disappearing into the chalky blue sky.

"Trystal, dearie, come on. We must get Elron and mister Semmol to the sickbay," she said and took Elron from her and cooed him in her squeaky voice, which she used when she was worried. "It's alright, my dearie. Come now, upstairs we go. Then those scratches will be all gone."

While Semmol was aided to the sickbay, Trystal and Myaira followed. "Phaw! If I ever get my paws on that little rogue, my paws will get dirty, and he'll never be the same again... without wings or feet!"

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trystal followed quietly, fuming inside. She was mad; that was obvious. But when she was mad, it was hard for her to let it go. Some of the more unlucky beasts that tickled her nerves and gotten into her dark side also got a good dose of her sarcasm and poisonous behavior. Her attitude would change for the worst, and it really is the worst. It normally wasn't to merry to see her grumpy and snappish. Myaira fell back into step with her. "Phaw! If I ever get my paws on that little rogue, my paws will get dirty, and he'll never be the same again... without wings or feet!"

she shrugged and had to chuckle. It was usually a surprise when Myaira decided to say something bad about someone else. Well, maybe it wasn't, but she'll usually stick her nose into the air and complain. This was a full, face-on threat, and it was rare when May decided to become intense about something. "Tsk, tsk! Such bad words and agonizing threats from such a so-called civilized and reserved beast, huh? Hah!" Trystal chortled. They watched as Semmol was helped upstairs to the Infirmary, along with Elron, who had been taken from Myaira by a young hedgehogmaid. She paused, remembering the Dibbuns who were left back in the Orchard. Before she could ask Myaira about it, the whole troupe came dashing by, squeaking and yelling.

calryn immediately darted up to Myaira and tugged viciously on her apron strings, which was billowing in the breeze. "D-d-did you get my neckalace de badie wobin birdie stealed?" she asked, her tears almost dry. The sunlight shined upon her brown eyes and gave it a twinkly sparkle, which could easily be mistaken as more tears. Trystal instantly felt that anger rise inside her again. It was sometimes uncontrollable. It felt like, she just had to get back at him, and that Rhor had to pay. The feeling of her need to pick a fight with the bird and restoring justice overwhelmed her, and she blinked in frustration at that. It sounded lame, and completely not her. Trystal answered for the squirrelmaid. "No, not yet, dearest. But we'll get it back, somehow. But first, we must tend to Elron and mister Semmol. They got badly hurt."

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xoxo,
northie

[xx. Minty]

Myaira smiled innocently at Trystal's reply, which was,"Tsk, tsk! Such bad words and agonizing threats from such a so-called civilized and reserved beast, huh? Hah!" She shrugged herself and giggled. She'd never noticed it before, but the mousemaid could be fun and light, when she got to know her.

"Huh! Mind your words, missie! I happen to be very civilized and reserved. I just wanted to make my point." Guiltily, she thought about the others she'd jabbed her nose at, whom she saw with innocent grins and mucky paws. She turned the thought away. Even the thought of muck made her sigh in despair. And, even so, Trystal may just be like that. It didn't matter. All she saw in beasts were how clean they kept their smocks and gowns.

Then Calryn ran up to them. "D-d-did you get my neckalace de badie wobin birdie stealed?" she sniffed. Myaira could see that she had dried her tears, although the glint of sunlight in her round, pretty eyes made it look like tears. "No, not yet, dearest. But we'll get it back, somehow. But first, we must tend to Elron and mister Semmol. They got badly hurt." Trystal replied for her. Myaira nodded and clasped a paw on the hedgehog's shoulder and ushered her into the doorway of the Great Hall.

"Trystal is right. We'll try to get it back from the baddie robin. There now, head off wi--" Calryn burst into tears again and darted up the stairs toward the dorms, hot trickles of tears raining down her chubby cheeks.

"She's so sad. It makes me want to cry too. How do you suppose we'll find her necklace. Heh. It sounds so unimportant, if you ask me... finding a necklace. Why don't we just make her one?" Myaira muttered, brushing aside her gown and leaning against the wall.

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the mousemaid nodded her head slowly as she watched Calryn disappear up the stairs. With a frown, she plopped herself down upon the stone floor. Her head turned toward Myaira as the squirrelmaid spoke. "She's so sad. It makes me want to cry too. How do you suppose we'll find her necklace. Heh. It sounds so unimportant, if you ask me... finding a necklace. Why don't we just make her one?" Myaira mumbled. The mousemaid raised her brows in mock questioning. "To your first question, I don't really know. I don't suppose an idea will just smack us right in our faces. Let's just think for a moment. But before that, I'm going to comment and answer your last question and statement. Calryn's mother made it for her, and the least we could do is get it back for the poor babe. Plus, I think I may have to pick a fight or two with that dirty, no-good robin," Trystal said swiftly, her words almost slurring together, "The necklace is special. I don't suppose you remember that her mother had passed away recently, due to a fever. Well, she did, so it's special to her and is a physical memory!"

gasping for air after the flow of words that quickly escaped her mouth, Trystal carefully watched Myaira's expression. Due to the bubbling anger and frustration of the situation, not to mention about the cheeky robin too, Trystal's voice was dripping with a light coat of sarcasm. The mousemaid's paws had flew to her mouth as the two sat still, just watching each other. She honestly didn't mean to sound sarcastic. That was another, rather no-so-good trait. Whenever she was angry at something or somebeast, it usually stays with her, and she unknowingly drags it off with others. Beneath the thin fur, Trystal's face glowed hot with embarrassment. It was so stupid of her, but, hey, it was an inherited trait and almost impossible to avoid. But, Myaira did say somethings that made her a little bit wee annoying too. The prissy squirrel probably isn't deep on knowing how tough it was to lose your parents.

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xoxo,
northie

[xx. Minty]

The squirrelmaid gasped dramatically, throwing her paws against her chest lightly in exaggerated surprise. She froze and stared at the young mousemaid, eyes blazing with a mix surprise, unconcern, and annoyance. She, even though the squirrelmaid wasn't the brightest creature around, could tell by the sarcasm in Trystal's voice and why it was there. Myaira fluttered her long eyelashes fiercely and turned away, nose in the air.

"Well. Hm. Lovely to know, dear," she said daintily. Myaira snapped back to attention. "Hah! So, you think I forgot, yes? Well, I suppose you think again, missie! I happen to very well remember that! It was dreadful! Only an airhead would forgot that! And don't dare you start with me about such things about death! I also happen know a lot about that! Ho, yes I do!"

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she was getting annoyed. She was already irritated when Myaira just had to add a few dramatic gestures. Lashes fluttering madly, Myaira said in a prissy tone, "Well. Hm. Lovely to know, dear," Trystal frowned and her nostrils flared. Myaira sudden flew to attention, her tone more fierce and angry. ""Hah! So, you think I forgot, yes? Well, I suppose you think again, missie! I happen to very well remember that! It was dreadful! Only an airhead would forgot that! And don't dare you start with me about such things about death! I also happen know a lot about that! Ho, yes I do!" The mousemaid crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes, and retorted, "Oh, really? Do you really know about how difficult it is? Hah. And, news to you, you're the airhead, Myaira! You honestly don't care about anyone else! All you seem to take attention to are your paws and whiskers! 'Oh! I'm Myaira! I need to be clean! You need to keep your paws away from the mud! Don't smear that all o'er your smocks! Goodness, will you look at that dirty, inconsiderate creature with vile-looking dirty paws! The world needs be clean!' Uck! This is so... RIDICULOUS!" Trystal almost screamed out the last word.

it was about time Myaira's lack of heart for anything else than her image annoyed her. May acted as if this was only a small Dibbun-like problem that could be fixed with a blink. She always did. Relentlessly, Trystal carried on, unable to stop. "So, there, miss! You go make her that necklace, and I'll set things straight with the robin an—!" She was interrupted by a hoarse snap from up the staircase. "Quiet down there, please! We have injured, tired, and tired-in-the-ears beasts up here!" The thin, speckled face of the short-tempered Infirmary helper, Kraslae, appeared briefly, a scowl upon her face, and retreated. Trystal sighed and threw the squirrelmaid a frown before twirling around and marching out the wide-opened doors, stomping her feet as hard as possible. She wasn't planning on letting this go yet, but Rhor also had to feel her uncontrollable mercilessness.

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xoxo,
northie

[xx. Minty]

The squirrelmaid stomped her paws to the floor, eyes ablaze. "I take all of that as mockery and insult, young lady! I... I-I am very offended by what poisonous words that came spilling out of that mouth!" she nearly shrieked after the older mouse had left, scowling at them. "And I will make that necklace! I'll make it even better than the one she use to have!"

Myaira childishly stuck her tongue out at Trystal's back and spun around. The squirrelmaid bit her lower lip and tried to hold back her tears of rage and distress, which wasn't surprising, since you'll find May crying a whole lot after an arguement. Paws akimbo, Myaira skimmed up the stairs to her dorm, her apron strings flying out after her.

As she made her way down the hall, Myaira's tears soon turned just to anger. It wasn't fair. Just because she acted a bit airheaded and prissy at times, Trystal didn't have to judge her. Well, everyone did, so she couldn't just blame her. Whatever she said was based upon her personality, so it seemed. Everybeast would think she only cared about herself and wouldn't give a hoot about anything other than herself.

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