09-08-2018, 07:33 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Different times of day meant different things to Lydia. Morning was somewhat pleasant, although waking up and having to do things was certainly not. Afternoon was usually too hot, and the heat never did wonders for the scent of corpses on The Rosebloods' territory. Evening was Lydia's favourite though, it was warm (but never too warm) and the atmosphere, from the painted sunset skies to the shimmering firefly air, was so pleasant. Nighttime was dangerous. It was dark, easy to hide things like enemies or monsters, or in this case, smoke.
Lydia woke with a start and was immediately hyper aware of the sounds of crackling and hot and heavy air that surrounded her. The mansion was on fire. The tabby leapt up from her bed, bounding towards the door and knocking it open. She stumbled quickly, but blindly, into the main hall, choking out loud as she tried to avoid breathing in too much smoke. Her eyes watered as she searched for someone she might know, alarmed to find that the stairs were on fire and partially unsure how she was supposed to get down them without leaping and catching on fire or breaking every bone in her body.
Lydia spotted the form of Prestige, banging on fellow Rosebloods' doors and looking highly alarmed, at least, she thought so through her half-blindness. "Prestige?" she called out hoarsely, immediately breaking into a bought of rough coughs. Being upstairs was none too helpful in a fire situation, since smoke rises and all. If anything, this was really what could put them into true danger. "Prestige, how am I supposed to get down?" It was slightly whiny, but in a way there was no way she could leap over the flames on the stairs. This was one instance where being one of the smallest wouldn't ever come in handy.
Lydia woke with a start and was immediately hyper aware of the sounds of crackling and hot and heavy air that surrounded her. The mansion was on fire. The tabby leapt up from her bed, bounding towards the door and knocking it open. She stumbled quickly, but blindly, into the main hall, choking out loud as she tried to avoid breathing in too much smoke. Her eyes watered as she searched for someone she might know, alarmed to find that the stairs were on fire and partially unsure how she was supposed to get down them without leaping and catching on fire or breaking every bone in her body.
Lydia spotted the form of Prestige, banging on fellow Rosebloods' doors and looking highly alarmed, at least, she thought so through her half-blindness. "Prestige?" she called out hoarsely, immediately breaking into a bought of rough coughs. Being upstairs was none too helpful in a fire situation, since smoke rises and all. If anything, this was really what could put them into true danger. "Prestige, how am I supposed to get down?" It was slightly whiny, but in a way there was no way she could leap over the flames on the stairs. This was one instance where being one of the smallest wouldn't ever come in handy.
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