Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
Although the crow no longer bothered her, Thal had bigger problems at hand. Her body hung in the air, only supported by her iron grip on the dagger's hilt, and the tugging within her corset continued incessantly, making her sway precariously. Clenching her teeth, she used the momentum to swing her other arm onto the ledge of the roof. The first attempt was useless, her hand sliding against the ice, scraping her palm like shards of glass. Small droplets of blood dripped down her forearm, nearly black in the moonlight.
Not to be discouraged, she tried again, succeeding in grabbing purchase on a tile's edge. With another swing, she had her elbow over. It wasn't a firm grasp, but it was better than before and she began to muscle her body up. Her breathing came quick with the effort, fogging the air in front of her. Another pull had her torso peaking over the top. Just a little more... *snap*. She barely registered the sound of her dagger dislodging before she slid from the roof into thin air. There was no stopping her fall at that point, the snow beneath rushing to meet her like a cushioned mattress. Although mattresses didn't tend to cover her head in a puff of cold, wet snowflakes.
The continued tugging at her chest was a reminder of her audience. Thal hoped the spectator wasn't laughing too loud at her blunder. Luckily, the low temperature made it easy to disguise the blush rising to her cheeks as she scrambled from the surprisingly large snowdrift. Her gown was caked with clumps of snow, her damp hair framing her red, running nose. She was beginning to shake and her hand was bleeding onto the pristine white snow. If she didn't lose the tail now, she may just freeze out here.
Hiking up her stiff dress, she planned to vanish into the dark alleyways - only to be stopped short by the gold pieces in her corset. She tried to push past the pulling air, straining her legs against the cobblestones. It was nearly useless with her short stature, taking tremendous time and effort to move a single stuttered step. Frustrated, she turned to growl at the figure lurking in the shadows. "Traps are for cowards. At least come out and face me."
Not to be discouraged, she tried again, succeeding in grabbing purchase on a tile's edge. With another swing, she had her elbow over. It wasn't a firm grasp, but it was better than before and she began to muscle her body up. Her breathing came quick with the effort, fogging the air in front of her. Another pull had her torso peaking over the top. Just a little more... *snap*. She barely registered the sound of her dagger dislodging before she slid from the roof into thin air. There was no stopping her fall at that point, the snow beneath rushing to meet her like a cushioned mattress. Although mattresses didn't tend to cover her head in a puff of cold, wet snowflakes.
The continued tugging at her chest was a reminder of her audience. Thal hoped the spectator wasn't laughing too loud at her blunder. Luckily, the low temperature made it easy to disguise the blush rising to her cheeks as she scrambled from the surprisingly large snowdrift. Her gown was caked with clumps of snow, her damp hair framing her red, running nose. She was beginning to shake and her hand was bleeding onto the pristine white snow. If she didn't lose the tail now, she may just freeze out here.
Hiking up her stiff dress, she planned to vanish into the dark alleyways - only to be stopped short by the gold pieces in her corset. She tried to push past the pulling air, straining her legs against the cobblestones. It was nearly useless with her short stature, taking tremendous time and effort to move a single stuttered step. Frustrated, she turned to growl at the figure lurking in the shadows. "Traps are for cowards. At least come out and face me."
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
