With a great shifting of skirts and careful assessment of her chosen descent route, Wysteria (in her very sensible, much battere field boots), picks her way gingerly down from her lookout post. If going down is slightly more treacherous than scaling up had been, no trepidation makes itself known in her appearance. With a last decisive hop and a jangle of chains from the chatelaine pinned at her waist, she touches down on the dock.
"I trust my companion has made himself ready for travel."
Doing the lord's work
With a great shifting of skirts and careful assessment of her chosen descent route, Wysteria (in her very sensible, much battere field boots), picks her way gingerly down from her lookout post. If going down is slightly more treacherous than scaling up had been, no trepidation makes itself known in her appearance. With a last decisive hop and a jangle of chains from the chatelaine pinned at her waist, she touches down on the dock.
"I trust my companion has made himself ready for travel."