 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
”I was skipping rocks,” Daisy said in response to the healer’s question. “Down by the lake. He,” she pointed to Noah as the healer started taking the splint off. “Was up in a tree. Pretending to be a tone-deaf bird or something. “ Noah had been the source of that banshee sounding music that sounded vaguely better than nails on a chalk board, or so Daisy had deduced. Now that they were in the hospital, Daisy was feeling a bit uncomfortable about, well everything. She shifted back and forth on her feet and hand her hands shoved into her pockets. “He must have lost his balanced and came tumbling out of the tree.” The scene replayed in Daisy’s mind, right down to the backpack bonking Noah in the head. Maybe she should mention that. “Noah wouldn’t let me carry him or we’d have been here faster. And ah…he got whacked pretty good on the head too, by, um… his backpack.”
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