She sat behind a few crates, sobbing quietly as she held her injured leg. The Naughty ones had attacked her and her so called ‘kid’, L.B, who was a small blue and red bird. Her long pink skirt was ripped and her horns were broken off.

She wiped her eyes, L.B sitting in her lap and comforting her. She looked down at the small chick, her pure white fur now dirty with the dust in the broken garten.

«It’s okay, L.B. . We’ll be okay. . .»

She whispered, petting the small chick.