fandomhighdorms | The Garden, Friday Afternoon

The slumber party had worked. Karla felt much calmer now, a little less frightened. Even expecting it, her sudden vulnerability had knocked her on her ass, metaphorically speaking. But, to continue the metaphor further last night's gathering had steadied her on her feet and she felt that she might be able to handle a trip to the garden without freaking out too badly.

Which, of course, turned out to be a horrific mistake, as Karla discovered when she got attacked by the first goldfish-spewing attack alligator. Calling in her nastiest hunting knife, she was able to savage it enough to make it go elsewhere for its dinner. Unfortunately, the commotion from that fight was enough to draw in several of its friends. Within seconds Karla was surrounded, and her Sapphire shield was quickly losing power.

She totally should have paid more attention in class yesterday.

Hell's fire, Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful. "HELP!!!" she screamed.

[For the pointy-eared one. Possibly others. ]

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Leda had not heard about the Alligators. She'd come out to give nature another chance, and saw her new best friend in dire straights.

"Hey!" she shouted. "Get away from her!" The geas her foster parents had placed on her did not apply to these situations, and so she was able to call up a ball of mystical energy into each hand. These she flung at the...were those really alligators?

The twin blasts gave Karla an escape route.

"What the fuck is wrong with this world?!" Karla bitched, diving down the escape route Leda had opened. "They're spitting goldfish?!?!" There was no time for fanciness; she called in the necklace she'd loaned to Dinah, cut her hand on her hunting knife (making a face at the stinking bits still stuck to the blade), and yanked the necklace over Leda's head. A bright blue spehere sparkled around Leda for a moment, before disappearing. "Sapphire shield," she explained quickly. "I'm about as useful as a dead jhinka right now, so you get the good defenses." Besides, it was doubtful that Leda could tell what kind of crappy condition Karla's own shields were in.

"Aww, and here I thought you were just giving me jewelry." Leda smirked. "I don't know what a jhinka is but-Woah!" There were those goldfish. The easiest and quickest defensive or offensive magic were the energy bolts, so she stuck with those. At least till she could remember the words to some of the more potent spells.

"Don't forget to wash that wound." she said, in between blasts.

"Teach me to suck eggs why don't you," Karla snapped. "I'm a Healer!"

Karla didn't handle defenselessness well. She was a witch, not some helpless landen. And being forced to sit out of the very first battle was really pissing her off.

She might have said more, but the incoming goldfish had her ducking behind Leda, or, perhaps more accurately, the shield. "I hate being without Craft," she muttered, stabbing one of the flopping fish that had bounced off the shield and out of the way of the energy blasts. "To your left!"

Leda blasted the incoming and then began to mutter in elvish. She gritted her teeth and one of the gators turned and chomped down his neighbor's head. Blood dripped from Leda's nose.

"Shit. Not trying that one again anytime soon."

With a wince, Karla called in a handkerchief. "Pinch that," she ordered, "or wad it up your nose. But blood lost is strength lost."

She stabbed at another goldfish. "Think we can make a break for it back to the dorms?"

Leda thanked her and took the kerchief. "I think it might be a good idea." Leda nodded. "If only I had one of Triela's guns. And the skill to use one."

"What's a gun?" Karla asked, rising out of her defensive crouch. She hesitated for a minute, before adding "Thank you for saving my life."

"It's a weapon that doesn't really work where I come from, but it works just fine here." She looked around and saw that there was a good chance for escape just at the moment. Giving Karla a brillian smile she said. "My pleasure Heather." She grabbed for Karla's hand. "Run!"

Heather?

Karla grabbed for Leda's hand, and, with a slight cry, dragged her up on a solid plank of air. "Follow me!" she said, running up the air as if it were a small set of stairs. About two feet off the ground, she began running--well, limping was a little more accurate--straight ahead for the doors. "Watch...out...for...goldfish," she gasped.

"This is awesome by the way!" Leda grinned as she ran on the air with her friend. She kicked aside a goldfish that came after them.

"I've had more fun," Karla panted. Running on air was painful right now, but she'd be damned if she'd show herself to be completly useless today.

"I didn't mean the alligators!"

"Neither did I," Karla muttered.

Leda looked at her with sudden concern. "Are you okay? I'm sure we could run on the ground and still be safe."

Karla shook her head, and smothered another slight gasp. "I'm fine!" she snapped. "And we're staying up here! I'm not helpless!"

Grumpy witch is grumpy. Damsel in distress didn't suit Karla's temperment well.

Though she was appreciative of the rescue.

"Who said anything about helpless? I didn't say that. Did you say that?" she asked a Gator who was looking about as surprised as a reptile can two see two humans running in midair. "He must be new to Fandom if this surprises him."

The Garden, Friday Afternoon

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