BALLERINAS IN THE DARK + children fighting club

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I'll come back when you call me

Sparring?  Not exactly on the petite vixen's favorites list.  She knew her father had good intentions demanding her presence; to be the medical aide on scene.  She still trotted towards the event with her teeth chewing the inside of her cheek, chest tight at the thought of violence.  Even if it had a training purpose, Aine preferred to avoid physical confrontation, bad memories playing in her mind's eye.

But she tried to do what her father asked of her.  She had no medical satchel as of yet so she stocked her favorite basket with first aid supplies; bandages, a number of small vials of marigold poultice, poppy seeds, some bindweed and rush.  Still, her hazel hues flickered as she set it down by her paws.  Was this enough?  Was this the right combination?

As long as no one used their teeth or claws... She was sure none of it would be necessary.  Still.  Aine didn't entirely trust everyone would be careful.  She threw her father a look, brow furrowed.  He was sitting so far back.  He really wanted them to run the show today, didn't he?  Okay.  The faerie took a deep breath.  He trusts me.  Okay.  If anyone gets hurt... I got it.  Okay.

[ retro body change ]

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —