[b]Lyn[/b]

Lyn curled up tighter, her body started to cramp and become antsy with little to occupy her. Her eyes looked up to see her bear still peering over the wagon edge like a sentinel on guard duty. It didn’t trust the others to protect her well enough and took it upon itself to stop any or all trouble from coming her way. She felt herself jarred when Alaira hopped off the cart. It wobbled and jerked, the axel creaked right beneath her, made from the absence of weight on side and increasing awareness that something what was happening outside. Curiosity was a child’s greatest weakness, even with a mental understanding of a child much older. 

In a small way, the scene’s noise had attracted her attention. 

The first sound she heard was Alaira’s shouting. The wood muffled the volume, but not the words as they came clear into her ears causing Lyn to be slightly alarmed. What was wrong? She thought, looking in the guess direction where her Aunt’s voice was coming from. 

“Bullshit! I'm so sick of this bullshit!" Alaira shouted her voice slowly softened from her position changing toward the wagon’s front causing Lyn’s head to raise upright. Her golden eyes followed the words as they continued, the child’s body starting to edge into an sitting position and tried to understand what was happening.

Alaira’s volume increased, followed by a muted thump. "I know a vampire ambush when I see one! So just fucking jump us now so I don't have to listen to you assholes talk around in circles!"

Lyn’s worry started to grow as she knew Alaira didn’t shout, at least in that manner, unless something was wrong. Meanwhile her bear continued to glare at Darius, seeing the man edge toward the bridge side then peek downward. Darius’s face seemed to have been hit full on by the stink wafting into the air, one which would’ve caused anyone’s nose to curl. It was a lucky thing Lyn hadn’t flicked her tongue out or else she might’ve bent over and hurled what breakfast she had. Giving one last glance at Darius, the bear quickly realize trouble was happening and decided to plop back down into the wagon. It landed on its fluffy ass right beside Lyn’s figure crawling to stand on her knees. 
 
She was limited in her sight. Her head dared to edge as far as she could out of the wagon, careful to only allow her head to do so, yet it wasn’t enough. The others were at the wagon’s front and far out of her eyesight, making it had to judge the scene currently playing out. In one case, it was a blissing as Lyn had never seen her Aunt ready to kill someone. Animals, monsters and the like where easy to not get upset over because her mother killed them for food all the time but a person was completely different. 

There were times Alaira had lost her temper. Punched, smashed and otherwise destroy things when she was upset but no one ever got hurt enough to die. Now… it was different. Lyn was inexperience with her Aunt outside the College and not as hardy against the truths of life. So the scene that played out at the wagon front would’ve been a true shock for the little hybrid. 

Lyn assumed one of the guards had offended her Aunt and so the thump was something being hit. She pulled back into the wagon, her lips slightly pouting, when she realized she was missing the whole thing. Namely being unable to comfort and calm her favorite persona down. Since Ssarak told her to stay in the wagon, Lyn fought between her curiosity and being good. It was hard. Her eyes sought for another way to still complete her desire and show her ‘guardians’ she was able to listen as well as help. Her eyes fell onto her teddy. The stuffed toy looked rather unease at her extra-long stare, and then started to peddle back a bit. It wasn’t quick enough, Lyn’s hand instantly lashed out to seize its waist. Up it went before it was dropped, unwillingly, out of the covered wagon and onto the bridge’s main street. In process it nearly landed into nasty, filthy water causing it to pick itself up. 

She motioned for it to walk to the wagon front. The toy shook its matted head; its pudgy arms crossed over its front and simply didn’t want to move. It looked at her for a moment or two then tried to scramble back into the safety of the wagon. A waste of time as Lyn merely shoved it back out. Plop! Again, the cycle repeated until finally, it realized the only way it was going to be able to stay was if another person told Lyn to stop.

Sadly, all the others were at the front of the wagon…annoying the stuff bear to no ends that it was forced to gain someone’s attention.