>>18899295Standing 5'5" with that beautiful blonde hair and model good looks Sola Fire immediately makes Amy wilt in her shoes, she must look like a state all sweaty and creeping around the hallways of the dojo where she wasn't wanted. Amy immediately finds herself transported back in the Dojo a long time ago, Sola was the one everyone wanted to emulate, the prodigal pupil the trainers seemed to lavished praise upon, the one all the trainees looked up to, the one who seemed to have been handpicked for greatness. No matter how hard she worked during classes Amy had never managed to capture Sola's attention, or anyone's really - even when she christened herself Amy Flame, an obvious homage to Sola Fire, nobody seemed to care. The only reason she wasn't cut from the dojo program entirely was because her face was stamped in by [redacted].
Seeing Sola always reminded Amy of all the ways she didn't measure up and, likely, only ever graduated the dojo to avoid a lawsuit. The matter was handled by lawyers behind closed doors and Amy never cared enough to get the jargon in all the legal correspondence translated into English. Amy never received her yellow jacket, she was always told that it was "on order" because they "didn't have her size", but after a while she simply stopped asking about it.
Snapping back to the present Amy realises she'd been addressed by Sola Fire but her mind is blank, her tongue had turned to lead.
>"I..."Why had she come here? She didn't even know. She was filthy, hungry and emotionally drained. The advice she had tried to give Paule was received poorly, despite everything that had happened Ash had been nice. Why couldn't she just apologise? Why are people so hard to deal with?
>"I..."Amy steadied herself against the wall then collapsed to her knees balling her hands into fists and pressing them into her eyes.
Why were people so hard to deal with?
She leans her head against the wall leaving a sad wet stain on the paintwork.
