I Never Wear Socks

Being out on her own, wandering aimlessly, Siduri was bound to get into a bit of trouble, right? Right. Well, she'd wandered into a picker bush and had gotten stabbed up pretty badly. Little pinpricks all over left red spots on her pale coat. To make matters worse, being poked had made her angry and she'd attempted to beat up the bush. Smart? No. Did it happen anyway? Yes.

Grumbling, in pain and itchy, Siduri sprawled on a pile of leaves in whatever this red place was called. The girl kept kicking at her wounds to try and staunch the itching, but it wasn't doing any good. The prickles had irritated her skin and her body was telling her that each little pin prick was a mosquito bite. She was miserable, to say the least.

"Siduri"