((This was far better the first time I typed it out- I'd almost finished it when my browser 'unexpectedly quit'. Really, really amusing, Safari, that you always do that when I'm about to finish writing something long. Grr.))
((Oh, and beware: much Deirdre Drama-Queening ahead. Well, sort of, I suppose in some instances she’s just really frustrated.))
((Er, and sorry for yanking what you wrote, CD- I wrote and rewrote this dozens of times, but eventually had to stick what Anka said in here- it was quite difficult to have it be wham, Tira takes down Deirdre, bam, Anka introduces himself, then have Deirdre do whatever.))
Deirdre almost screamed as her arm was nearly dislocated as it was yanked back, causing her to fall flat on her face. 'Almost' because as she fell, she managed to have what seemed to be several pounds of sand enter her mouth, to her great displeasure, as this was the second time in the last fifteen minutes that this had happened.
Wincing as she looked at her arm, she let out a short shriek as she saw that a vine was wrapped tightly around it, leading back to the so-called Ilani Tira’s hand.
Quickly getting over her shock (well, the woman had said she was the High Geomancer of Ivy), Deirdre managed to sit up and spit out the sand, cursing under her breath as she turned to glare at the 'High Geomancer of Ivy'. If looks could kill, Ilani Tira would be a maggot's feast right now.
Silently counting to ten, she idly thought that she should just be grateful that it wasn’t snowing. (She loathed snow- and winter, for that matter.)
On cue, large, fat flakes of snow began drifting down in a thick blanket.
Oh, very funny. So amusing. Next, I bet some callous jerk will show up to make me even more miserable, Deirdre thought bitterly, glaring up at the sky.
Again, as if she was some sort of “Oh, let’s look at the tarot cards, shall we?” seer, her prediction came true.
Looking as if he quite enjoyed seeing her, the poor defenseless little girl, so helpless, a nearby boy wearing all black said, after telling the woman something, “Hello, I’m the High Geomancer of Night. May I look at your arm now?”
No less than three seconds after he said this, something inside her snapped- her patience or tolerance for humans, most likely, but it may have been her nice, polite side exploding with a loud bang.
Alright, that’s it, Deirdre thought, furious. It was enough that she’d been stuck on a beach during an earthquake, it was more than enough that she’d just found out she was a Geomancer- and of all the useless things in the world, a Geomancer of Sand, it was very much more than enough that Andrew had nearly died, it was enough that there was what seemed to be a blizzard happening right now, it was SO more than enough that some insane woman claiming to be a Geomancer had freaking leashed her- with a vine, no less- as if she was some animal, but oh, now some brat- Deirdre resolutely ignored how he looked no older than she or Andrew- who looked like a wannabe angsty goth (Geomancer of Night? HA!) was going to act condescending towards her?
What wrathful God had cast this curse on her day?
Glaring at the boy as if she hoped her eyesight alone would strike him down, Deirdre replied angrily, addressing both ‘High Geomancers’, “No, you certainly may NOT. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve no idea who either of you are. For that matter, I’m sprawled in the dirt-“
“Sand, Deirdre,” Andrew whispered, elbowing her. He was kneeling next to her, looking warily at the two strangers.
“Dirt,” she said, ignoring him, “not sure whether I should be thankful that I decided not to wear a dress today, or whether I should just be happy at how at least I’m being cornered by two insane freaks, instead of two serial murderers, or something.'
"High Geomancers? Quite funny, that. Everyone knows that there aren’t any Geomancers anymore, and if there are, they weren’t handed over to the Counsil of Mages. Actually, you two are probably from the Counsil, anyway- if you’re pretending to be Geomancers, and you’re not insane, then you have to be trying to trick real Geomancers into admit that they’re Geomancers, or something like that.'
"Now, I don’t know how you freaking got that vine to attach itself to my arm- well, actually, if you’re Mages, that would explain it. But honestly. This is just stupid.’
"Also, this isn't a wand," she lied, addressing Ilani Tira, "It's a stupid piece of driftwood I picked up."
“The game’s up, the joke’s over, leave us alone,” she said, before adding, "Oh, and actually... Now that I think of it... Perhaps I am a Geomancer. Oooh, wouldn't that be exciting? Yes. Yes it would. Especially if I were a Geomancer of, hmm, let's see... SAND. Ah, that would be fun. I mean, we are on a beach. Wouldn't it be nice if I created a nice big sandstorm?" she asked, smiling brightly as she brought the wand up and slammed it down into the sand, concentrating hard on summoning a sandstorm, a huge one.
Smirking as sand started rising all around her, she grabbed onto Andrew's arm and yelled, "Hold on! I just-" she focused on having a large amount of sand hit the vine, as it was restricting her movements, "need to get rid of this thing!"
Deirdre heard something snap, but as the sand was now in full let's-blind-people storming mode, she couldn't tell if it was the vine or not. Grinning anyway, she gripped Andrew's arm harder, silently commanding the sand to not touch either of them.
((Um, yeah. She gets stressed/frustrated quite easily. And yeah, her temper’s famous. And I told you she tends to overreact. (For example, she immediately assumed Anka was a callous jerk, and that Tira was trying to kill her, or something.)))
((And if there are still Geomancers around, aside from our characters, Deirdre doesn’t know it- she tends to assume things. She hasn’t heard of any Geomancers in quite a while? Then that must mean they’ve died out.))
((Oh, and, um, sorry for having Deirdre be a horrid brat. That’s just the way she is- Andrew brings out her better side.))
((Ah, and lastly (I promise!), you get to decide if the vine snapped or not- I felt it would be rather god-moddish if I had it snap, as, well, it's not my vine, heh.))
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