19.Sep.13, 02:21 AM
As she sat there sulking, the door opened and someone nearly fell on top of her. This only made her mood worse and she sat there, struggling not to scream. However, the familiar voice seemed to help cut through the pure frustration, and she took a deep breath, looking up and blinking back tears.
"Arddra...help." She got to her feet, only barely avoiding tripping again. "AUGH. I hate clothing!" She kicked the fabric by her feet before shuddering. She slowly bent over to pick up a piece of clothing, at this point going into autopilot and folding the skirt up and putting it back on the shelf. "Arddra, they told me I need new clothing but I don't know anything about any of this!"
She continued to pick up the pieces one by one, folding them as she trembled in anger, trying to think through the surge of emotions. Finally, she ran out of things to fold. As she stood there, it was pretty plain to see whoever had sent her here was definitely in the right. Her tunic was see through in sections, and her pants were covered in stitches and patches. But she looked absolutely miserable.
"I don't know how to dress myself or pick out clothing, Arddra...I've been wearing these for two Turns. And I hate looking like a girl, and I'm afraid that if I ask for help, someone is going to demand dresses, and..." It was clear the girl was flustered, both about being a girl, and needing new clothing, and simply had no idea what to do.
"Arddra...help." She got to her feet, only barely avoiding tripping again. "AUGH. I hate clothing!" She kicked the fabric by her feet before shuddering. She slowly bent over to pick up a piece of clothing, at this point going into autopilot and folding the skirt up and putting it back on the shelf. "Arddra, they told me I need new clothing but I don't know anything about any of this!"
She continued to pick up the pieces one by one, folding them as she trembled in anger, trying to think through the surge of emotions. Finally, she ran out of things to fold. As she stood there, it was pretty plain to see whoever had sent her here was definitely in the right. Her tunic was see through in sections, and her pants were covered in stitches and patches. But she looked absolutely miserable.
"I don't know how to dress myself or pick out clothing, Arddra...I've been wearing these for two Turns. And I hate looking like a girl, and I'm afraid that if I ask for help, someone is going to demand dresses, and..." It was clear the girl was flustered, both about being a girl, and needing new clothing, and simply had no idea what to do.