Little eleven year old K'ailia was in shock to say the least. Her tail firmly tucked between her legs, even her clothes had not escaped much of the flames. In her hand, a little stuffed doll shaped like a miqo'te. She had remembered hundling with the other children, and a few cinders had landed on her. She remembered her mother grabbing her up and patting the flames out, excessively hard.
But unfortunately, a lot of hair on her little head was singed, to the point she hardly had any real hair left. Yes, even some of her scalp had burn marks. But since she was burned, her mother kept trying to comfort her, and wouldn't let her out of her sight. Believing her mother now asleep from exhaustion, she found herself stepping out into the ruins of her home. Her little scalp still hurt, as she walked along trying to find K'piru. K'piru would make the hurt stop.
Thus she walked, carrying the doll wrapped in both arms as her only comfort. The sun seemed unusually hot to her, and she was starting to see double and tripple vision as she walked.
But unfortunately, a lot of hair on her little head was singed, to the point she hardly had any real hair left. Yes, even some of her scalp had burn marks. But since she was burned, her mother kept trying to comfort her, and wouldn't let her out of her sight. Believing her mother now asleep from exhaustion, she found herself stepping out into the ruins of her home. Her little scalp still hurt, as she walked along trying to find K'piru. K'piru would make the hurt stop.
Thus she walked, carrying the doll wrapped in both arms as her only comfort. The sun seemed unusually hot to her, and she was starting to see double and tripple vision as she walked.
