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Location: Fire Lookout -> Alderdice General Store
Timeframe: Early Morning
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap...!"
A flustered red blur zoomed across the wooden flooring of the fire lookout, her feet sliding against the grain. She had been in a desperate rush, evident by the spilled art supplies that had just fallen out of her bag and all over the floor. Bending downwards, Fia hastily shoved pen and brush back into the bag without much thought to where they went. There was time to sort the mess later, but not now. Right now there was only one thing that truly mattered to Fia—to have the first pick of the morning bread.
"Gotta go, gotta go," Fia chanted, haphazardly throwing her bag over her shoulders. Swinging the door wide open, Fia raced—or rather jumped—down the numerous steps to her home. "They're mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
In what seemed to be a new record for Fia, her feet touched solid ground in mere seconds. Still, the speed she had built up did not cease, as Fia continued her sprint down the hillside towards the village center. Painted masterpieces, each personally-picked canvas scattered among the natural scenery, shifted into a muddled mess of colors as Fia flew by, nearly tripping on her own two feet.
"Hu-lloooooooooooooooo!" Fia loudly announced to someone she had passed, her voice wavering slightly from all the running. Whoever they were, or whether they had been even attempting to talk to her, Fia had no idea. She didn't have time to look back, and there was much less time to start a conversation with them.
Turning a corner, Fia skidded to a lengthy stop before the general store. Her arms swung upwards wildly as she caught herself stumbling, while a fresh dust cloud trail rose in the air, kicked up by her shoes. Once Fia had been certain she was stable again, she closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath.
Woah. That was a close one, Fia thought. Falling flat on her face would've certainly sucked. She didn't want to eat her favorite morning snack covered in bruises from her own clumsiness. Thankfully, by her own grace or perhaps more than likely Fia's own dumb luck, she had been safe from being a total embarrassment for all to see with their own eyes.
"Miss Alderdice?" Fia yelled out as she approached the front door of the general store. Her fist loudly rapped against the door in tune with her hollering. "Are you in there? It's me, Fia! I hope I'm not late for the Millers' delivery!"
A flustered red blur zoomed across the wooden flooring of the fire lookout, her feet sliding against the grain. She had been in a desperate rush, evident by the spilled art supplies that had just fallen out of her bag and all over the floor. Bending downwards, Fia hastily shoved pen and brush back into the bag without much thought to where they went. There was time to sort the mess later, but not now. Right now there was only one thing that truly mattered to Fia—to have the first pick of the morning bread.
"Gotta go, gotta go," Fia chanted, haphazardly throwing her bag over her shoulders. Swinging the door wide open, Fia raced—or rather jumped—down the numerous steps to her home. "They're mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
In what seemed to be a new record for Fia, her feet touched solid ground in mere seconds. Still, the speed she had built up did not cease, as Fia continued her sprint down the hillside towards the village center. Painted masterpieces, each personally-picked canvas scattered among the natural scenery, shifted into a muddled mess of colors as Fia flew by, nearly tripping on her own two feet.
"Hu-lloooooooooooooooo!" Fia loudly announced to someone she had passed, her voice wavering slightly from all the running. Whoever they were, or whether they had been even attempting to talk to her, Fia had no idea. She didn't have time to look back, and there was much less time to start a conversation with them.
Turning a corner, Fia skidded to a lengthy stop before the general store. Her arms swung upwards wildly as she caught herself stumbling, while a fresh dust cloud trail rose in the air, kicked up by her shoes. Once Fia had been certain she was stable again, she closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath.
Woah. That was a close one, Fia thought. Falling flat on her face would've certainly sucked. She didn't want to eat her favorite morning snack covered in bruises from her own clumsiness. Thankfully, by her own grace or perhaps more than likely Fia's own dumb luck, she had been safe from being a total embarrassment for all to see with their own eyes.
"Miss Alderdice?" Fia yelled out as she approached the front door of the general store. Her fist loudly rapped against the door in tune with her hollering. "Are you in there? It's me, Fia! I hope I'm not late for the Millers' delivery!"
