Yet another entry in the dragoness's journal, this one, a little darker.
9/6/09 Dear journal, last night was horrible. I woke up from a nap to hear the voices of protesters outside the Inn, of course I couldn't just stay inside.
I went out to the porch, and down the stairs, into the crowd, trying to talk some sense into them, it didn't work, and peace turned violent.
First a tug on my wing, I ignored it, still trying to get the crowd to calm down, but they were too riled already. Bottles started flying, and gunshots among other things.
Torches too, it just got even uglier as I used my icefire to extinguish the torch, not once did I touch any of those people.
The man who I believe incited the crowd ran, Darcy had just shown up as the butcher and a mob came my way, cleavers, torches, and knives drawn., I tried getting Darcy to go to the Inn, but she didn't want to leave me.
Taking wing, I went to chase the running man, when Darcy shrieked about not being able to find David, Ryan was worried sick, and I flew over the crowd to try and find my son.
There were too many crowded too close, I couldn't find him, but I did find Lani, I picked her up out of the crowd and flew back to the porch, amidst the screaming, and pushing mob.
It didn't help that the Inn was burning, I wheeled up to fight the blazes sprouting on the rooftop as the chaos continued below.
Thankfully, David is safe.