Alys Glasse
The soldier grinned at her, causing Alys's brows to knit together slightly in confusion. What had she said to elicit such a reaction? But when she looked where the soldier pointed, she understood. To reach Deimos, it appeared she would have to be prepared to climb.
The young woman bit back a groan. This wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind for her day.
For a moment, Alys considered turning back. After all, Deimos hadn't seen her yet, and the only person to witness her retreat would be the one soldier. But if she did that, she'd never improve, and Deimos was the only person who'd offered to help her.
Alys sighed. He'd never said it would be easy.
She crossed to the climbing wall quickly, the helpful soldier forgotten, and stood at the base, scowling up at the man atop the wall. After a moment - during which she stood, arms folded, lips pursed, glaring at the wall - Alys sighed again. She was glad she'd thought ahead this morning and worn breeches rather than her preferred skirts; that, at least, would make this easier. With one last sigh, Alys began to climb.
The young woman bit back a groan. This wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind for her day.
For a moment, Alys considered turning back. After all, Deimos hadn't seen her yet, and the only person to witness her retreat would be the one soldier. But if she did that, she'd never improve, and Deimos was the only person who'd offered to help her.
Alys sighed. He'd never said it would be easy.
She crossed to the climbing wall quickly, the helpful soldier forgotten, and stood at the base, scowling up at the man atop the wall. After a moment - during which she stood, arms folded, lips pursed, glaring at the wall - Alys sighed again. She was glad she'd thought ahead this morning and worn breeches rather than her preferred skirts; that, at least, would make this easier. With one last sigh, Alys began to climb.
