Tuesday: February/3/09
Who: Frankie and Wes When: Tuesday, around 3:45pm Where: the infirmary What: the sprite made a hard landing in flying class
Frankie, despite her hard work in flying class, would never be great at it. Sure, she could get around with her wings and make some maneuvers, but she lacked the finesse and grace that most winged beings had. It wasn't her fault. She'd not really been able to practice in the open, and since she hated her wings so much as a child, she outright avoided using them. They stayed hidden. Ignored.
But now that she was making a real effort to develop the skill, she knew to expect some stumbles along the way. Like today. They were doing drills that required some disorientation prior to take off. It was meant to teach them how to evade an attack, which often was disorientating. But Frankie was a bit dizzy, and she misjudged her landing. She crashed into the floor, missing the cushioned mats entirely. The 'landing' caused the knees of her jeans to rip open, as well as the skin beneath them. Leaving class early, hobbling all the way, she headed to the infirmary to get patched up.
Frankie expected to find Starbuck, because he was there so damn often, but Wes was there instead. "Can ya spare some healing juice for an embarrassed, klutzy sprite?" she asked with a goofy grin and a shrug. Frankie then plopped down on an empty bed and pointed to the blood stains on the knees of her jeans.