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River had, these past few weeks, been spending her mornings dancing. Usually she used the stage, very early in the mornings when no one else was there yet. She would leave before the play rehearsals started, not really ready for anyone to watch her yet, and it was as though she had never been there to anyone who did not rise with (or sometimes before) the sun.
The thing about ballet that most people didn't realize was that although, when done correctly, if might appear graceful and effortless, it really was not. It was work and often painful, even for River for whom it came just about as naturally as breathing. Mostly it was hard on feet, and River had hers in the pool at the base of the waterfall now, after her practice was over. She was considering what to do with the rest of her day while her dog sniffed around in the nearby jungle, practicing his hunting or whatever it was that dogs did when no one was looking.
River had not yet decided whether to take her physics homework (which she was utterly delighted to have) to the beach or up a tree when her contemplation was interrupted by a horrible yelp that she recognized immediately as Simon Chicago's, though she had never heard him in such pain before. She jumped up and ran toward the sound, ready to take down who or what was hurting her puppy.
She only caught sight of a flash of something furry running off, but Simon's howling kept her from going after it. He was bleeding heavily from his hind leg, and he just needed help. River pressed her hand against the wound to slow the bleeding; the dog whimpered but let her try to help him. The early morning had been cool, so she had a sweater tied around her waist now that she wasn't wearing it, and she wrapped it around his leg. It seemed to slow some, but it was still bleeding a lot.
She picked the dog up, awkwardly, because even though she had the strength for it she was just not big enough to carry a half-grown part wolf of the size Simon was getting to be very easily. She was more than determined, however, and, keeping the edge off her panic by muttering comforting things in Chinese to herself as much as to her dog, she set off toward the compound, where she would find a doctor willing to stitch up her dog whether they wanted to or not.
[There's quite a lot of blood, so feel free to be alarmed. :D Find her anywhere on the path or meet her in the clinic, if a doctor or someone would please help poor Simon Chicago.]
The thing about ballet that most people didn't realize was that although, when done correctly, if might appear graceful and effortless, it really was not. It was work and often painful, even for River for whom it came just about as naturally as breathing. Mostly it was hard on feet, and River had hers in the pool at the base of the waterfall now, after her practice was over. She was considering what to do with the rest of her day while her dog sniffed around in the nearby jungle, practicing his hunting or whatever it was that dogs did when no one was looking.
River had not yet decided whether to take her physics homework (which she was utterly delighted to have) to the beach or up a tree when her contemplation was interrupted by a horrible yelp that she recognized immediately as Simon Chicago's, though she had never heard him in such pain before. She jumped up and ran toward the sound, ready to take down who or what was hurting her puppy.
She only caught sight of a flash of something furry running off, but Simon's howling kept her from going after it. He was bleeding heavily from his hind leg, and he just needed help. River pressed her hand against the wound to slow the bleeding; the dog whimpered but let her try to help him. The early morning had been cool, so she had a sweater tied around her waist now that she wasn't wearing it, and she wrapped it around his leg. It seemed to slow some, but it was still bleeding a lot.
She picked the dog up, awkwardly, because even though she had the strength for it she was just not big enough to carry a half-grown part wolf of the size Simon was getting to be very easily. She was more than determined, however, and, keeping the edge off her panic by muttering comforting things in Chinese to herself as much as to her dog, she set off toward the compound, where she would find a doctor willing to stitch up her dog whether they wanted to or not.
[There's quite a lot of blood, so feel free to be alarmed. :D Find her anywhere on the path or meet her in the clinic, if a doctor or someone would please help poor Simon Chicago.]