Kristan slumped in her chair. Learning was so...lame! She could never seem to know why, but she seemed to always know what ingredients were necessary for crafting and who made what and, just, everything. It really helped that Aaron was always helping her study, though. Something about him...just...helped her remember everything. She felt like family around him. And he felt the same around her. It was weird. People kept telling her that the two were "meant to be." It drove her crazy! Even her family agreed. Her mum kept asking her if she thought of him as "more than a friend", but nothing ever 'clicked!' She just liked him as a friend; can't people deal with girls being friends with boys?
"Kristan, could you come here and write the ingredients in the correct places?" Her instructor, Ebony asked. Oh no. Caught daydreaming again.
There was a three-by-three grid for her to draw the ingredients of the object.
But what object?
She wasn't paying attention. Kristan nervously clutched her pencil as she stumbled toward the board. She gulped a large breath of air and scratched her neck; one of her common nervous habits. Kristan's foot rose and fell without her even thinking. She began to sweat. As she walked forward, something stuck out and tripped her.
"Arghh!" Adonis whooped as Kristan fell to the floor, face first. She quickly searched her body for any injuries. She screamed in agony. "My wrist!" Something didn't feel right.
"Adonis! Apologize for tripping Kristen at once! This behavior is intolerable!" Ebony shouted.
"Sorry Kristen."
"Now, Kristen. Are you alright?" It took a few seconds for her to process everything. Them, at once, Kristen's cheeks reddened and she broke into a cold sweat, humiliated.
"I don't think so. Could I visit the healer?" Ebony nodded. "Bring your bag. Class is ending soon, and I don't think you will be back in time to pick up your things."
Kristen scurried across the room, shoved her books and pens into her bag and practically sprinted out the door.
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Her arm throbbed with pain. Definetly not just bruised. Kristen nervously knocked on the door, glad her grandmother was a healer. She watched the desert wind toss the sand back and forth. Strange enough, the scorching desert heat had never really bothered her.
The door opened and a dark skinned, tired looking man let her in. "School get out early?" Hahmani asked.
"No, I got hurt again." Her cheeks turned red.
"You and your arm, I bet! Why is that poor left wrist so vulnerable?" Hahmani questioned.
Kristen shrugged.
"Anyways, let's get you to your grandmother." He took her good hand and led her through the sandstone hallways to a stone office.
"My precious flower! What brings you here twenty minutes early?" Her grandmother, Kippriana, or Kip, called Kristen her 'precious flower' because she was the only female amongst her three brothers.
"Adonis tripped me again. I hurt my wrist." She admitted.
"What is with that wrist? And that girl Adonis?" Her grandmother questioned.
Kristen shrugged as Kip opened up their cabinet full of medicine and looked for the correct jar. They called their grandmother 'Kip', because Kip is short for Kippriana, her name, and when her oldest brother, Hexiner was born, her grandmother was only forty five.
"Found it! Epicarruis salve!" Kip brought out a light pink cream and coated Kristen's arm in it.
"You'll need to wrap it in this, too." She handed her a long, thin, rubbery cloth to wear around her left arm.
"This again?" Kristen groaned. That meant she'd have to wear it again tomorrow.
"Yes. Now rest up! You have to wake up early. We are going to another village tomorrow morning before school!"
Though she was resting in an unfarmiliar spare bedroom in the healing center, Kristen fell into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
A/N: Hey!!! I know you guys are like 'what?? This was supposed to be a story about Blaze!' I know, I know. It'll eventually all tie together and be a big, fat...Thing that makes sense! Also- try and figure out where I got the title from!!
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FanfictionKristen loves learning, and has never felt behind in her classes. She has never felt hot in her desert home. She has always felt a little off, though. The fitting in part never really worked out for her. When she moves to a new village named Vanoluf...
