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RANDOM TALE SOLO WRITE PART 4!!

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Sketch~

Gosh. This is bad. I sit on a rock as Mist and Inka search for a healer. I'd rather be doing something much more interesting, but my life is bad, so I can't. 

I glance up as a tall, skinny, redhead and a tan-skinned boy with a unicorn horn (What the Underground?) come up to me. I turn away, not willing to meet anyone new today. I watch the ground as they wait before me, and sooner than later the boy leaves. Some first impression. Apparently, though, the girl is stubborn, and she stays and waits for me to say a word, which I don't.

A fox leaps in front of me, and yellow eyes bore into me as I stare at it. "You should really have said something." She says. Ugh. Enough with the talking animals! I sigh. 

"Ridge was going to heal you, ya know. He WAS, but he decided that your attitude was bad and left." She tries to explain. 

"Why should I care if Ridge doesn't like me? I don't know who he is, and I'm only assuming, but I thing he's the unicorn guy." I reply. "I just wish that all of this would end. This wound, the random voices, all of it. I wish it would all just, disappear."

"Ridge could have helped with that. He could have healed your wound. That would solve one of your problems. He IS the healer." The fox says matter-of-factly.

If you find me a decent meal and a decent night's sleep, and I'll have a better attitude. I'll be better in the morning." I bargain. "Name's Sketch."

"Lanika," she says. "Follow me." She turns into the fox-faced girl who was with Ridge.  "I'll get you those things."

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When Lanika leads me to Roseanna McGuire, was expecting a person a bit. . .more . . . Experienced? I don't know. I thought that anyone in charge of this many people would be older than me, at least.