“Calling it small is even more of a problem indeed,” Irva muttered, lifting her head from her arms, her curly tendrils sticking to the wet spots on her skin. She blinked away the rest of her tears, her sandy lashes in places became stuck together and she had to open her eyes wide to fix them. Snaking her hand through her hair, she got it out of her face, and with her stormy grey eyes she looked at the boy on the podium, and then once again to those who where also gathered.
“I say we get a move on, I don't want to be caught here defenseless when those guys comeback.”
OOC: I know a short post, but I am trying to breath life back into this thing. Also thanks Jay for posting!
