Snippet #1830691

Julye
Julye's tail twitched, wrapping around her arm before sliding back to its fluffy pose just off the ground, and sighed. "Me either; but if it makes us better, I guess it's worth it. I mean, for those of us that actually come.... No one goes to the afterschools yet, so pretty much everyone goes to morning. But I hate not having my little ceramic mugs in my hands; they hold so much more warmth.... Gah, I've gotta catch up on drill! And I can't do that until we get the field again! I hate these damn breaks in my shields!" She huffed annoyedly, and stopped moving for a little while. Someone was hurt; she hadn't sensed this person before, so it wasn't strong... Not like it would be feeling it from Myran. It made her head hurt though. Then it began to move away; there was still a little of it, but it was fainter, as though the person healed fast... She shrugged, letting the early sun warm her again, and smiled, pulling her pencil free and repostitioning it back in her hair before it fell.