[ 002 ] [ Commentlog ] [ ATTN: ANDERS ]
[At the base of the Stable Tower, Vie paced, eyes on the wall above her and attention fixed on the windows of the upper level. Try as she had, access to that particular level had proven impossible and curiosity was starting to get the best of her. A glance over her shoulder to check if anyone was watching and when none came into sight, Vie moved to the wall and started to climb. Her movement was graceful, the woman quickly and easily making her way up the wall with only tiny ledges and bumps in the stonework to get her to where she wanted to be. It didn't take long to reach a window of the otherwise closed off level.
Unbothered by the distance she was from the ground, Vie worked her way to the window and peered inside. A shame, for all her efforts the window would prove useless and far too dark to see inside properly. Muttering to herself, Vie started to the next window along, eager to see if it would be a better access than this first.
Much to her surprise, a pigeon happened to be nesting on the second window sill and when she swung around to get to the window, the startled pigeon flew straight for her face. Vie yelped, knowing the birds of her homeland to be either enemy or agent of and in her scramble to get away from the freaked out bird, she reached for an unstable part of the ledge. The stonework crumbled beneath her touch and the next thing she knew, Vie was falling.
Silent as she was, her fall was broken by nothing more than the roof edge of the next building over and cry of pain escaped her lips. Vie hit the ground in a heap, curling into a ball and clinging to a badly broken arm. Blood soaked through the side of her shirt, a deep slice in her side from the roof. She knew she would mend well enough with time, but right now all she wanted to do was curl up and die. Gritting her teeth, Vie forced herself to sit up.]
Unbothered by the distance she was from the ground, Vie worked her way to the window and peered inside. A shame, for all her efforts the window would prove useless and far too dark to see inside properly. Muttering to herself, Vie started to the next window along, eager to see if it would be a better access than this first.
Much to her surprise, a pigeon happened to be nesting on the second window sill and when she swung around to get to the window, the startled pigeon flew straight for her face. Vie yelped, knowing the birds of her homeland to be either enemy or agent of and in her scramble to get away from the freaked out bird, she reached for an unstable part of the ledge. The stonework crumbled beneath her touch and the next thing she knew, Vie was falling.
Silent as she was, her fall was broken by nothing more than the roof edge of the next building over and cry of pain escaped her lips. Vie hit the ground in a heap, curling into a ball and clinging to a badly broken arm. Blood soaked through the side of her shirt, a deep slice in her side from the roof. She knew she would mend well enough with time, but right now all she wanted to do was curl up and die. Gritting her teeth, Vie forced herself to sit up.]