What Goes Up Must Come Down (Luthais, Gwen)
Mar 12, 2015 16:16:40 GMT
Post by number11train on Mar 12, 2015 16:16:40 GMT
This, Gwen decided, could be work.
Sitting awkwardly in an ornamental statue alcove in the outside wall of one building, she scratched her head with her spare hand and considered her situation. She had originally been sent here, to the Academy of the Arcane’s campus, to trim and clean off the climbing ivy from some buildings. That had been fine; she’d scaled and cleaned this building without a hitch, despite her cleaning partner ditching hours ago.
The thing was, now that she was done, she wasn’t sure how to climb back down. She was currently about five stories up, after all, and if she had used the ivy to get here in the first place then she couldn’t use it to get back down. Since she had, you know. Cut it all off.
She hummed deeply to herself, looking at the distant people and even more distant ground below her. Yep, definitely work.
But oh well. She slipped out of her statue notch to inch precariously along a filigreed ledge in the wall instead, deciding to try for the closest window rather than wait for someone to help. Because really, who would help? And what was through this window anyway? Could it even be opened? Managing to reach it, Gwen pressed her face against the glass, both to peer inside and keep her centre of gravity as close to the wall as possible.
She squinted. Oh, it looked like a lecture theatre. Nice! It was currently milling with students though, as if a class had just ended, so Gwen wasn’t sure if anyone would notice her from here. But well, worth a shot anyway, wasn’t it?
She tapped as loudly as she dared on the glass without knocking herself off her tiny ledge. Thoughts like whether it was strange for a light elf to be plastered outside a fifth-story window did not, at any point, occur to her.
Sitting awkwardly in an ornamental statue alcove in the outside wall of one building, she scratched her head with her spare hand and considered her situation. She had originally been sent here, to the Academy of the Arcane’s campus, to trim and clean off the climbing ivy from some buildings. That had been fine; she’d scaled and cleaned this building without a hitch, despite her cleaning partner ditching hours ago.
The thing was, now that she was done, she wasn’t sure how to climb back down. She was currently about five stories up, after all, and if she had used the ivy to get here in the first place then she couldn’t use it to get back down. Since she had, you know. Cut it all off.
She hummed deeply to herself, looking at the distant people and even more distant ground below her. Yep, definitely work.
But oh well. She slipped out of her statue notch to inch precariously along a filigreed ledge in the wall instead, deciding to try for the closest window rather than wait for someone to help. Because really, who would help? And what was through this window anyway? Could it even be opened? Managing to reach it, Gwen pressed her face against the glass, both to peer inside and keep her centre of gravity as close to the wall as possible.
She squinted. Oh, it looked like a lecture theatre. Nice! It was currently milling with students though, as if a class had just ended, so Gwen wasn’t sure if anyone would notice her from here. But well, worth a shot anyway, wasn’t it?
She tapped as loudly as she dared on the glass without knocking herself off her tiny ledge. Thoughts like whether it was strange for a light elf to be plastered outside a fifth-story window did not, at any point, occur to her.