After a while, Wisp huffed. Being a human was starting to be such a drag. Her feet were actually starting to cramp, and she winced every time she stepped on rock or accidentally into a puddle.
"Are we there yet?" she wailed, to which was responded with an impolite shake.
"Not. Yet," a guard growled.
Wisp moaned again and tossed her head over her shoulder to blow a raspberry at Kentamin.
"Stop it," the guard who held her right arm insisted. He looked younger, and Wisp noticed his face flushed when he talked to her. He wouldn't meet his eyes with her even when she tilted her head to catch a glimse. were they blue or green? Wisp couldn't tell.
"What are you doing?" he asked, annoyed. "We're here."
"Humph," Wisp snorted.
She wasn't really impressed with the shoddy prison. The building looked old, smelt old, and it was absolutely dull. Wisp giggled mischievously. Oh, she could cause a riot here.
Just wait a bit longer...
Men behind bars cat called and whistled loudly as she walked by. They looked crazy and dirty, but Wisp held her head up high with a smug grin, as if she were a Queen.
The guards led her to a small room ,rather similiar to the one the monk worked in. Perfect. One of the guards pulled out a chair for her. Unfamiliar with the mannerisms, Wisp just stared.
"Sit," he said.
Wisps eyes lit up.
"OH!" she exclaimed, and promptly sat down. She felt proud of her self. Such a human thing to do!
An older guard sighed, rubbing his temple, waving a hand towards the blushing guard.
"Go grab a chair for the monk, would ya," he snapped. "And find some cloths. This place is turning int a mad house."
"Yes sir," the younger man said and rushed out the door.
"Clothes? for me?" said Wisp with a giggle.
"Shut your trap!" the older guard snapped with a stern frown. "Alright, monk, state your name and accusation."