so much like life, in a way
[The third day off this week. Peculiar.
Damsel realizes their cunning leader must be planning something, if she's sending out all their best for mindless errands and patrols, but she can't really chip in her two cents until she knows what that plan is. For the time being, she has to wait.
And so Damsel is out cloud-watching again, feeling the thrum of the castle from her place on the seat of her bike. She's slouched in the seat, arms folded against the handlebars with her chin rested upon them. It's not the most comfortable seat, but there is exactly one couch in all of the known Freedom, and Damsel hasn't sat on it in years.
She's even closer to the border today.
But of course, these things don't stay quiet forever.]
Damsel realizes their cunning leader must be planning something, if she's sending out all their best for mindless errands and patrols, but she can't really chip in her two cents until she knows what that plan is. For the time being, she has to wait.
And so Damsel is out cloud-watching again, feeling the thrum of the castle from her place on the seat of her bike. She's slouched in the seat, arms folded against the handlebars with her chin rested upon them. It's not the most comfortable seat, but there is exactly one couch in all of the known Freedom, and Damsel hasn't sat on it in years.
She's even closer to the border today.
But of course, these things don't stay quiet forever.]