Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2014 20:42:26 GMT -5
There were few times in her life the girl felt so and looked so visibly a mess, or at least so horrifying so. Even as a little girl it was her siblings who had to drag the girl out to jump in mud puddles. Sure, she would still run out into the rain, but playing in the dirt was only something that commoner children would do. Today proved such theories as she had been in the village watching the children jumping from large puddle to puddle, and throwing mud at each other. None of them of course were dense enough to get the noble lady involved in frivolous play, but rather her situation was the noble lady’s own fault. She hadn’t thought of how muddy or unsteady the ground to be on her walk back home. Nor, had the girl really been paying much attention as she had been using this solidary time to practice a few new songs she had learned. Truly, the slip, fall, and roll had been simply because the girl had lost her footing and slipped falling into the puddle.
Sprawled out, on her back in a manner quite undignified for a lady Gwynevere cringed slightly from a pain throbbing in her ankle. Perfect, not only was she an utter mess, but the girl was certain she had sprained her ankle. Biting down on her lip the girl held back a scream of annoyance feeling the goopy, thick mud creeping into every bit of her being. Her dress, her undergarments, her hair, and skin was covered in the disgusting matter. If she were any less of a woman the girl would have started to cry, but she refused to simply give up. There had to be a way out of this mess than didn’t involve a lecture or two.
Slowly, sitting up on her elbows Gwyn had she never been so envious of men and their clothing until this moment. Trying to get a heavily mud, caked dress out of the puddle was difficult, and more so with a sore ankle. Carefully the girl went to roll over on her side now debating on how exactly she was to get out of this mess. The lucky part, or perhaps more unfortunate, of this is that she was on the road that lead directly to their home.
@daraghdeschenes
Sprawled out, on her back in a manner quite undignified for a lady Gwynevere cringed slightly from a pain throbbing in her ankle. Perfect, not only was she an utter mess, but the girl was certain she had sprained her ankle. Biting down on her lip the girl held back a scream of annoyance feeling the goopy, thick mud creeping into every bit of her being. Her dress, her undergarments, her hair, and skin was covered in the disgusting matter. If she were any less of a woman the girl would have started to cry, but she refused to simply give up. There had to be a way out of this mess than didn’t involve a lecture or two.
Slowly, sitting up on her elbows Gwyn had she never been so envious of men and their clothing until this moment. Trying to get a heavily mud, caked dress out of the puddle was difficult, and more so with a sore ankle. Carefully the girl went to roll over on her side now debating on how exactly she was to get out of this mess. The lucky part, or perhaps more unfortunate, of this is that she was on the road that lead directly to their home.
@daraghdeschenes