Snippet #1354770

Flare

Flare silently moved across the abandoned Town Square. "All right Astria. First we sneak into the house. We don't get caught, and when we're outside, we run." Flare proceeded to move across the stone floor and pushed the door, which slightly creaked. She ran inside and jumped onto a shelf. "There! The walky-talky's!" They were on the table. Flare tried to moved behind the cups without moving them, but unfortunately, luck was not on her side. She accidentally knocked a few down and they broke with a crash.'There goes the plan for being silent.' Flare thought miserably. She jumped onto the table just as an old man stormed into the room. "Huh?" His voice had a slightly high pitch that sort of hurt Flare's ears. "Why you littl' critter!" Flare's eyes widened as he grabbed a broom. She frantically jumped off the table as the broom crashed down on it, all the while forgetting about the walky-talky's. She ran out the door with the old man yelling funny sounding curses behind her. Flare laughed when she stopped. "Now that you think about it, that was kind of fun wasn't it Astria? Astria?" 'Oh no. Now where'd I lose her?' Flare slowly trudged over to where she had last seen Astria, which was inside the house of the man that now hated her.