Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26972097-20160909155343/@comment-26890640-20160909190529

Fate was walking slowly, trailing close to the window, appreciating the cool breeze that was blowing across her sweaty brow. She had spent the past few hours hunched over a loom or spinning wheel in one of the stuffiest classrooms ever after had to offer trying to master some random techniques she found on the mirrornet. Her joints felt as stiff as faithful johannes, her back hurt as if she had been sleeping on a pea and she had pricked herself enough times to put an entire kingdom of beauties to sleep. And all she had to show for it was a bag full of knotted thread and haphazard weaving. Fate sighed and laughed ruefully.

A sudden noise made her jump and her eyes snapped over to see a girl slipping dramatically. Concern overrode any sort of amusement and she ran over to her.

Fate smiled sympathetically at the unlucky soul. "There's nothing to apologise for! It was merely a quirk of fate and has already been accounted for within the divine balance of lu-" She cut off abruptly, embarassed. She knelt down to pick up a few of the scattered belongings, before handing them to the girl.

"Ahh sorry please ignore what I said. Are you hurt?"