Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce. if I was this would be a book.
Veri sighed, she had been doing embroidery for hours, and, although she enjoyed it she was getting bored after hours of flower patterns. She was tired of this. She was a mischievous girl and never was caught. She needed a way to get out of this lesson.
Veri quickly stabbed herself with a needle. "Ouch!" she screamed. "I stabbed myself." tears welled in her eyes "I need to get bandaged." "There, there" said her instructor "can you get to the healers by yourself Veronica. It's ok if you can't, you're only eight years old" "Yes" the girl sniffed. "Okay" said the instructor "run along now".
Veri ran grinning while tears ran down her cheeks. The tears had been real. That had hurt! She was happy with her success though. She always pretended to be tired after a healing so she could go to her secret spot by the river, and read as much as she wanted.
She got to the healers. The walls were gray stone, like the ones in the halls. The lights shone brightly with mage-fire. The healers were used to her and her many small injuries she had gotten to get out of lessons. Her father never knew. He was the famous conservative Lord Wyldon. He loved her on the outside but if saw her thoughts and longings, he'd be horrified.
She composed her face just as the healers saw her. Her favorite one, Sebastian came and looked at her injury. He healed it in a few seconds. "Now, what have you been up to little one?" he asked. "Stuff" she replied carelessly. "See you, bye" she called. Normally she ran to her room to get a book so she read by the creek. Today however she had to think. Keladry of Mindelans probation was almost up, and the outcome didn't look good for Kel.