Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
As Thal left the ball, the alcohol lingered on her breath, giving her mind a comfortable haze, not quite cloudy but dulled. Her breath fogged before her, the chilly air helping to keep her mind sharp despite its fuzzy edges. Each clip of her heels rang across the neighborhood's walls as she made her way amongst the houses. After the festivities of the night, it was like a mallet to her brain, causing her to rip the shoes from her feet. Even the long train of her gown became cumbersome, catching on the snowy cobblestones and restricting the quick movement of her legs. In less than a block, she found herself attempting to bustle it. Her cold, fumbling fingers had a difficult time finding the buttons and she had let out a few choice words before the process was done.
By the time she was blocks from the Temple, her pristine appearance had been dismantled entirely. Her dark hair hung wildly behind her, the silver strings staying attached by a pure miracle. The haphazard state of her black velvet dress matched the uncaring way her shoes dangled from her fingers. Yet Thal embraced the Deepfrost breeze caressing her bare shoulders and the peaceful night acting as a gentle companion to her lonely heart. It was at that moment that she realized she had left her cloak with the attendant at the ball. With a deep sigh, she slowed her pace, preparing to turn back. However, a sparkle on the street caught her attention, glinting in the silvery moonlight. Her curiosity piqued, Thal approached slowly to investigate.
Glittering specs of gold littered the stones, strewn about without reason. Did someone drop them? Perhaps a drunk guest lost their valuables while stumbling home? Whatever the reason, why hadn't someone else found them first? Glittering gold pieces aren't exactly common in this area. She came to a stop, looking around suspiciously. Something didn't sit right with her.
Thal pressed her body into a nearby house wall, straining her eyes against the shadowed recesses of the surrounding buildings. Bushes and snow drifts seemed to transform into menacing figures, but she forced her sluggish mind to clear with a few quick intakes of icy air. After a few more moments, her eyes caught on something that looked a little more 'human'-like. Although she couldn't be certain, it seemed close enough to act on.
Taking one of the black heels in her hand, she threw it down a nearby alley, hoping to distract whoever may be watching long enough for her to make away with the gold. When Thal heard the thudding crash of her footwear, she sped out with quick, silent feet. Scooping up the gold flecks in the palm of her other hand, she pulled herself onto the snowy roof of a nearby house, making sure her footprints vanished on the street and left no evidence of her presence. The inky black fabric of her dress flowed behind her as she crept across the roof towards the street over.
By the time she was blocks from the Temple, her pristine appearance had been dismantled entirely. Her dark hair hung wildly behind her, the silver strings staying attached by a pure miracle. The haphazard state of her black velvet dress matched the uncaring way her shoes dangled from her fingers. Yet Thal embraced the Deepfrost breeze caressing her bare shoulders and the peaceful night acting as a gentle companion to her lonely heart. It was at that moment that she realized she had left her cloak with the attendant at the ball. With a deep sigh, she slowed her pace, preparing to turn back. However, a sparkle on the street caught her attention, glinting in the silvery moonlight. Her curiosity piqued, Thal approached slowly to investigate.
Glittering specs of gold littered the stones, strewn about without reason. Did someone drop them? Perhaps a drunk guest lost their valuables while stumbling home? Whatever the reason, why hadn't someone else found them first? Glittering gold pieces aren't exactly common in this area. She came to a stop, looking around suspiciously. Something didn't sit right with her.
Thal pressed her body into a nearby house wall, straining her eyes against the shadowed recesses of the surrounding buildings. Bushes and snow drifts seemed to transform into menacing figures, but she forced her sluggish mind to clear with a few quick intakes of icy air. After a few more moments, her eyes caught on something that looked a little more 'human'-like. Although she couldn't be certain, it seemed close enough to act on.
Taking one of the black heels in her hand, she threw it down a nearby alley, hoping to distract whoever may be watching long enough for her to make away with the gold. When Thal heard the thudding crash of her footwear, she sped out with quick, silent feet. Scooping up the gold flecks in the palm of her other hand, she pulled herself onto the snowy roof of a nearby house, making sure her footprints vanished on the street and left no evidence of her presence. The inky black fabric of her dress flowed behind her as she crept across the roof towards the street over.
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
