Dimaria was as happy as she could have been. She was living a life of peace on a farm, now, harvesting corn and pumpkins and other farm things- she didn't pay much attention.
She had sworn off of Age Seal, sworn off of fighting, sworn off of war. She had never been able to let go of all of her weapons, though.
She had put the past behind her and had never given it much thought. Until one day, when she was going out to get groceries...
She was walking on the sidewalk, towards an intersection, meaning to cross the street. There were other people there, too- families, couples, college students. One pair caught her eye.
A man and a woman seemed to be arguing- or, the man was yelling at the woman, and the woman was trying to calm him down.
"You useless bitch!" hissed the man, spitting in the girl's face. As she got closer, Dimaria began to smell the alcohol on the man's breath.
"I- I'm sorry, I couldn't finish in time, so my boss hasn't paid me yet..."
"SO!? THIS IS INEXCUSEABLE! YOU CAN'T JUST VISIT ME WITH NOTHING TO GIVE!"
Then he seemed to calm himself down. Dimaria was about 10 feet away now, walking at a normal pace.
"Other people will get hurt besides yourself if you don't listen to me..."
"I don't have any extra money to give you..."
"I DON'T CARE IF IT'S EXTRA OR NOT! MONEY IS MONEY, YOU DUMBASS!"
"I told you..."
That was when the man seemed to lose it. He shoved the girl into the street.
She fell on her behind, blinking, just as a car turned the corner-
As time froze around her, Dimaria cursed herself for needing to say the spell incantation. Then she realized what she had just done, and cursed herself some more.
Sighing, she walked out onto the street, picking the woman up. At least my strength hasn't dwindled, she thought dryly as she carried the girl back to the sidewalk.
Looking around, she released Age Seal.
"Are you okay?" She asked the girl, helping her up.
"Yes, thank you..." She replied, only then realizing what had just gone down.
Dimaria smiled and crossed the street, getting on with her day.
Maybe she should have looked into the man who had abused the girl.
Maybe she should have threatened him or punished him, or even simply glared at him.
Maybe she should have alerted the police.
The old Dimaria would have done all of those things.
This was none of her business.
AN: This is a repost of a story I have on AO3, to check out what the Commaful writing format is like.