Mia saw the crowd pouring out of the classroom and heard the pops. Instinctively, her mind went to the worst, and she teleported within the confines of the classroom, hoping that she wouldn't find that something had happened to her sister. "Cara?!" she frantically called, looking around the room for her twin. Finally, amid the fleeing students, she found her, wide-eyed and practically shell-shocked, still sitting beside Alondor. When Mia saw that it was not Cara who had suffered immediate harm, she sighed with relief. But that relief soon resparked into worry as she considered that it may have been Cara that caused the stampede in the first place. The normally gentle girl ran to her sister and knelt beside her. "Cara, you ok?" she asked, concern tainting her chime-like soprano. But she received no response. The girl vacantly stared into the space that had once been occupied by Faillen, blood flecked across her delicate arms.
The shocked state seemed to leave her after a moment and she shook her head, seemingly coming back to herself. In truth, the scene had reminded her of something both had witnessed back home, but she chose not to dwell on it. The girl scoffed at all the attention she was getting. "Mia, I'm fine, really. It just surprised me is all." When she turned her violet eyes to meet Mia's own blue gaze, she knew that the girl did not believe her, but she chose to drop it anyway.
"Well, come on, let's get you out of here," she said, moving to help the girl to stand. "Come on, let's get you to the field before we retire to the dorms. Your arms are practically purple."
"Puh, you're one to talk, you look like you stuck yours in a feezer," Cara scoffed.
Mia just sighed and smiled a bit. Cara was returning to herself. She turned to Alondor and Isbel, outside the door, her bun now messy and her hair falling into her face. "You may come, if you wish. We could perhaps spar or something. The field is a good practice place anyways." And with that,s he turned to head out.
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