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Posted on April 12, 2012 at 01:41:45 AM by Bryar
Warning This Post May Contain Referances Unsuitable For Younger Readers. That Is All.
 come on come on meet me on the top floor
Castle’s should have drainpipes, not that Bryar’s entirely sure what drainpipes are. Bryar has never actually seen a drainpipe but then she’s never lived in a house. However her mother Intrigue has told her that drainpipes were super easy. Apparently her mother had used to live somewhere else before Shaman in an actual house that had drainpipes. When her mother had first taken her cliff climbing she’d told her about the ease of climbing drainpipes (the old solid kind that are firmly attached to a wall not the new plastic kind which would crumble under a person’s weight). Apparently she used to sneak out on a night and the only way she could do that was to slide out of her bedroom window and shimmy down the drainpipe. Then when she got back she’d have to climb back up it, but she said that it was super easy, not really a challenge. Bryar supposed the castle may have a drainpipe somewhere but not one that was where she wanted it to be. There was a distinctive lack of drainpipe and rocky footholds. The fact that it was night time and there were few stars to light the sky was a further issue. Of course Bryar was up to the challenge of climbing in the dark, she’d done it before and it was fun, if potentially life threatening as Wayra frequently pointed out. Needless to say the bird wasn’t thrilled about her visiting the castle late on a night when she probably wasn’t supposed to be there. Plus castle’s tended to have guards and guards tended to have sharp pointy things that could kill or maim. This was once again something that Wayra had pointed out to her several times. Bryar had eventually managed to shut him up by promising to be ‘really’ sneaky. Wayra still wasn’t happy but he was no longer yelling hysterically which Bryar saw as a good thing. So they’d started making their way to the castle around the time when the sun had begun to set and everything started to go dark. After about half an hour of hiding out in the woods Wayra had flown back successful in finding the window she was in search of. Another half hour had painfully crawled by as she’d struggled with persuading him that they wouldn’t get caught. Finally she’d managed to sneak round to where she needed to be and was now searching for a way up. Her eyes eventually noticed that there was something rather helpful nearby in the form of ivy but it was only, well one third of the way up the wall and that definitely would not get her to her window of choice. To Bryar that was troublesome but not a problem. Reaching out to her power of plant manipulation she slowly began to encourage the ivy to grow and creep higher and higher up the wall. Bryar was no way adept with her magic she simply wasn’t powerful enough. Sweat had beaded on her forehead and on her upper lip with the amount of effort and concentration it was taking to make the ivy steadily grow and creep. She could feel her head starting to pulse and ache as she continued forcing her magic to bend to her will. Unaware of the hour slowly creeping by she collapsed panting as the ivy finally finished its slow climb to the height she required. Several moments passed as she re-gathered her energy stretching slightly cat-like. Then she started her climb thankful the ivy was not the poisonous kind or that could have been awkward. As it was lack of footholds and handholds weren’t her biggest problem, her biggest problem was worrying over whether or not the ivy could withstand her weight. After a few close calls where she nearly lost her footing and sent twigs floating toward the ground. She could also sense Wayra’s alarm by the rapid fluttering of his wings, something she ignored. Bryar had no fear of slipping and falling due to the ivy breaking just a slight annoyance that doing so may cause broken limbs which took way too long to heal; something which she knew first hand. Finally she reached the window and holding onto the ivy with one hand she rapped on the glass with the bar knuckles of her free hand. “Tristan!” she called quietly (under Wayra’s insistence, personally she didn’t really understand his need to be silent) so much so she doubted he’d hear her through the pane but the knocking was definitely audible. Smiling brightly she continued to wait, and cling to the ivy, to be let in. city of sin yeah we just can't deny it
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