RP Tullamore Woods

[MissSaigon]

The woods of Tullamore House. Over the past five years or so, they have been left to run wild, and have thus picked up some new inhabitants: sprites.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia crouched behind a tree, laughing breathlessly her curls springing haphazardly from her head.

[MissSaigon]

Fuchsia, one of Zinnia's acquaintances from school, was wandering past at this point. She caught sight of Zinnia crouching behind the tree and frowned.

F: Uhm, excuse me, Zinnia...

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia shushed the girl.

Z: I'm running from a protest- be quiet!

[MissSaigon]

F: A protest?!

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia stood up and looked around.

Z: The big stuck up army generals were planning another attack so I...

She giggled.

Z: Well, me and Juniper, we let off a few bangers, and did our chants, and...

She looked around again.

Z: Well, now I'm running.

[MissSaigon]

F: Oh my goodness! Zinnia! Why would you do that?!

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia rolled her big brown eyes.

Z: Because it's the right thing to do?

She suggested- letting out a little gasp as someone walked by, but relaxed as she recognised them as harmless.

Z: I feel so alive!

[MissSaigon]

?: I'm glad you're so energised from your little prank.

A burly soldier with the stereotypical elfin face and slim waist of their people stood with arms folded, looking down at her and glaring. Clearly he was one of the 'big stuck up army generals'. Fuchsia gasped and took a step back.

?: Were you involved?

He asked her gruffly, and she shook her head. He narrowed his eyes.

?: Go.

She fled.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia was not afraid.

Z: Good day, sir!

She chirped, standing tall.

[MissSaigon]

The soldier was a good deal taller than Zinnia - 6'2" in fact.

?: It was a good day until you and your little friend showed up and blew up our meeting.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia shrugged, crossing her arms.

Z: If by 'meeting' you mean 'murder planning session' then I'm sorry I interrupted.

The sarcasm was obvious.

[MissSaigon]

?: That was a vital meeting, now disrupted. All you've done is postpone it.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia cursed.

Z: It's wrong!

[MissSaigon]

?: It's necessary. The trolls have been troubling us for far too long.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Z: Trolls have rights too!

She protested, her cool being lost fairly quickly.

[MissSaigon]

The soldier took a step forwards.

?: If it was a group of rival sprites we'd do exactly the same.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia looked down.

Z: You're all monsters.

[MissSaigon]

?: We do what is necessary to protect our people. There is a difference. I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me, ma'am.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia put on her best 'oh I'm so scared' face.

Z: Unlikely.

She stomped on the man's foot and ran.

[MissSaigon]

The soldier, of course, was athletic, and his longer stride allowed him to catch up to her easily. He barely even broke a sweat. Two thick arms wrapped around Zinnia from behind, sweeping her feet off the ground and holding her so tightly that any attempts at escape would be futile.

?: Nice try.

[ProductivityPlacement]

Zinnia struggled against his arms.

Z: It was just a firework!

[MissSaigon]

?: It was political protest. It put people's lives in danger. You injured one of the new soldiers, he has burns on his arm.

He kept a tight grip on her.

[ProductivityPlacement]

She tried to look at the man, still struggling.

Z: Which soldier?

[MissSaigon]

The soldier started walking with her towards the army base.

?: Tristan.

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