YOU'RE THE IDIOT:; Flashback;; Astrid/Mikka

The sun was already well risen in Peace Village, tranquil colors of the early dawn nearly entirely faded from the sky. In spite of the calm name of the settlement? The day was already buzzing as it often did, to someone born in the towns or the big cities, this place would seem sleepy, but to those within the village, it was joyful and full of life. Of course, even somewhere filled with sunshine had some shadows cast over it, Mikka lived as one of these shadows for most of the village. As of a few years earlier when the young girl's mother had died, no one was quite sure how to deal with her at a point it became easier for the majority of the village to begin ignoring her, and so they did. Not a single adult questioned when the girl snuck out of the Foss house and ran through the dirt streets until she reached the forge that her father once ran proudly before her mother died in the house fire. None of the fully grown people really cared anymore, most of them at least.

It wasn't the grown up's Mikka feared getting scolded by anymore, but her only concern should be in school at this time. Astrid playing hooky or being late? Was something the canine-like child could not see happening. "Hehehe!" outside of the building black smoke billowed into the sky a sign someone was working in the forage. Mikka knew how to run the equipment and make things, the female didn't want to go to school the other kids, she didn't like them except for Astrid and Mint when he went, so today she would play in the forge. Honestly? She didn't actually get to do it often, she would never do it when Astrid was not in school, knowing the older girl she would get hurt if she was allowed in the forge while it was active.

Currently? The not even ten-year-old girl was working on forging a dagger, one project she certainly wanted to keep far away from the Foss family until she was done, as the dagger was not intended to be sold but rather given as a gift. Luckily when that small voice shattered in, Mikka was not working with anything dangerous she was just sketching the placement she wanted for embellishments again while she waited for some things she had made to sell. Most people? Thought that working metal was constant and straightforward, but she was giving the items real care, letting them lay and cool for a few minutes before she hammered so that the material was not so brittle and would not break as easily.

The paper of the clear concise plan for a dagger dropped the floor as Mikka stared at Astrid who was standing just inside the building. Instead of being mad or regarding the girl's concerns as any bit legit towards her? The canine-like being was instantly worried; Her friend was not the most careful, nor the sharpest crayon in the box and still enjoyed eating paste some days! Tiny bare feet rushed forward, moving without trouble as she knew the structure like the back of her hand "You're completely right Astrid!" she rushed the girl, aiming to cause Astrid to stumble back a few steps outside the building due to having to 'catch' her, to get the older girl out of danger. "Just give me a moment, it would be even more dangerous if I left the forge running and the finished blades in the open, just stand right there." the last part of her statement was very stern and clear, both of her hands on Astrid's shoulders as she spoke them with a kind smile.

Mikka was quick, seeming to know the location of everything, putting out the correct fires, and storing the few swords she had made in a tall very sturdy barrel, tying them in with a string so none could fall out. After befriending Astrid? The little girl may have taken some extra steps to Astrid Proof the forage like making tiny foot tall walls around the barrels so no one could knock them over; On the off chance, Astrid ever found herself in the forge. One hand rolled the designs for a dagger like a scroll and tucked the parchment into the pocket on her dress. "Well then, now, I'm off!" when the girl hopped out of the window of the forge and dropped to all fours, it was clear she was getting ready to run for her life, and by her life that meant flee so she couldn't be made to go to school.

Mikka was very good at running the swiftest of the village children by far and she had more stamina as well, of course, she had no idea this was because certain traits of her body weren't human, as externally except for the fact her nails were more of claws and she had fangs, she looked completely human. The young girl was convinced she had confused Astrid enough to give her that split second she needed to run off, but she had not expected the older girl to be standing outside that window the smoke from the forge clogging her normally rather unusually sensitive nose. An iron grip closed around her small ear and within moments the girl realized she was trapped with no escape, the puppy like child was no stranger to the older girls strength considering she spent many days in the same house.

Mikka whined and put up arguments as they walked through the village at a swift pace keeping the same speed as Astrid so that her ear would not be torn off by mistake. No matter what she said to the girl? The younger party knew she was trapped into the school day at this point, there was no excuse that the block chewer would accept, and the teacher's would watch her like hawks once she was dragged into the building. "Geeze Strid, te other kids will pick on me again, look at how dirty I am!" Mikka was actually very intelligent for their age group, but she was not the classiest of girls nor did she always care to speak properly since she knew that she was capable of doing it anyways. Though, the once excellent student had actually started getting into fights sometimes when she did attend school ever since befriending Astrid, even almost biting another student. In the eyes of her friend she likely seemed to enjoy randomly attacking their peers, but the truth was every fight she started was because someone snickered when Astrid was having trouble or did something weird, and she got pissed at them over it.

"We're here, we're here!" one eye was shut as she started slowing down causing pain in her ear, to see if she could get Astrid to let go of her ear now. "Can I have my ear back?" the little girl eventually did get her ear back somewhere along the way and they ended up in the classroom not attached at her ear. Mikka instantly regretted not being able to run away, the teacher's expression was clearly shocked she was attending, and a few of the other kids already had that stupid 'what are we supposed to treat her like' expression on their faces each earning a sharp glare from her own mismatched gaze. "Let's sit down 'Strid!" with that comment she would grab the older girls arm and drag her to the front row knowing how Astrid liked to be attentive and smart, slouching down into her own desk.

For the moment since class had not even started since the teacher was staring at her, Mikka took out the paper she had her dagger plans on and started sketching with some random chalk once more.

Honestly, getting made fun of was actually far from the fear she actually held, she expressed that as her fear but truth be told she simply hated to going to school because no one seemed to know how they should behave around her anymore. Plus? Most of their peers considered her a lair thanks to their parents saying it after hearing her shout about how someone had been at her house before the fire, how someone had killed her mother. Everyone in Peace Village would rather believe she was crazy, a lair, or some sort of troublemaker then accept someone had been murdered within the village. 'Nothing bad ever happens here' but didn't they see how bad things happened all the time, heck Astrid and Lu-Lu were treated like black sheep, and yet the adults insisted everything was roses and daisies. Mikka hated it.

"I wasn't hiding." she scoffed the comment out, casting her gaze somewhere to the side happy that at the least Astrid was not as fast as she was strong. "I was restocking it, the drunk hasn't stoked the fires for weeks now, it'll go under if someone doesn't do something, Lacie and the babies won't have any income, and I'm one of the few in the village who knows how to use the forge." she was pouting as she admitted that truth to Astrid. Of course, the older girl was no stranger to the fact the normal master of the forge spent most of his days down a bottle, considering that Mikka almost lived with her family due to how often he accidentally locked Mikka out when drunk. Even if her family didn't believe her, even if she was taken care of by Astrid's family at this point, Mikka still cared about her half-sisters.

Class was not enjoyable for the young girl anymore, learning had lost its luster for a while now the memory of being taught to read or taught other things one started on before even entered school, would always come to her head and it just hurt way too much. However, she did notice Astrid's coughing, but since she was not concerned with the class at all she thought the cough's real. As time went on and the coughs got harder? The white-clad female was about to ask to take her friend to the nurse. Astrid refused the teachers offer. Mikka figured she wanted to finish her notes so she starting wrapping her sketch up again. If she offered to take the light haired girls notes? Then maybe she would go get that cough checked!

Of course, everything went haywire seconds afterwards when the laughing rose.

When someone combined the protective instincts of a canine with the protective instincts of an older sibling? It never went well for anyone who made fun of those who fell under that person's protection.  The sound of a growling dog came before an incredibly upset shout "YOU THINK HER POTENTIALLY BEING SICK IS FUNNY? HUH? HUH?!" it had taken less than the blink of an eye, Mikka had one of their peers by the front of their shirt the material slightly torn by her claws, her hair stood as if the fur on an animal, eyes livid and her lips pulled back in a snarl much like a dog. "WHAT IF IT WAS YOUR SIBLING HUH? PUNK! DON'T YOU FUCKING LAUGH AT HER EVER AGAIN!" she tossed the kid a few feet back, the rumbling in her chest clear for their peers to hear, the other kids 'whispering' to each other. "Who did it?" there were whispers running "Why did anyone think it was a good idea to laugh at Astrid while Mikka's here?!" to her own credit Mikka had never actually beat up another kid. The whole reason for the fear? Was the fact many of those kids had once been friends of hers. Astrid didn't know her own strength so ti made her a freak, Mikka knew her strengths and it made her terrifying for the other kids when she wasn't on their side. Some of those kids had watched her when mother had taught her to hunt, they knew she could be dangerous if someone really pushed her. "Astrid, I really think we should take you to the nurse." it was a young blonde girl seemingly a few years younger her brown eyes large. "Go with her Astrid, make sure you're alright, I'll take the notes for you." forgetting the kid she had thrown Mikka rushed over to pet the back of Astrid's neck softly, too short to even dream of reach the top of her friends head.

With that comment, the younger kid tried to take Astrids hand to take her to the nurse and the eldest foss child's goal of getting Mikka to take notes was also accomplished.