they call me bookworm

There was nothing to worry about, because home was close by. No one was going to get mad about a lanky albino wandering into their home. Adjusting the so called beating stick in her jaws, the young shaman trotted along towards home. It hung most of the way out of her mouth now, and she made a game of tipping her head from side to side. The stick dragged on the ground, and then was lifted at strange, meaningless intervals. Maybe Jupiter had forgotten about how cool the stick was, and she could keep it forever. No, that would be wrong. Mama said that stealing was bad. Was that rustling behind her? Whirling around, the pale youth sought out the source. There was nothing there.

"RAAAAAAAAWR!" someone roared, and it was very close behind. A frightened yelp was the best the child could manage, before whirling around with the beating stick firmly clenched in her teeth. Whites rolled in her eyes, and she aimed to slam the aforementioned weapon into whatever was charging at her. No monsters were going to eat her while she had the stick! No way! As the strongest of her siblings, she was going to whack her attacker into submission! It was her duty!

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