- Pronoun
- they or she
So, this was the monastery they'd come for. It almost seemed worth it just for the view.
Although, as Laura groaned under her breath at her aching feet and aching body, what she really wanted right now was not a visual spectacle, but rest and recuperation. Where to find some? Just... keep walking forward until they found an obliging monk...?
"H-hey! Hang on, there!"
It seemed a monk had found them.
A charmeleon wearing a saffron cloth wrap across her torso – as did many of the monks – descended from further up the abbey. She did not yet have her wings, but she moved almost as if she did, jumping from level to level, occasionally bracing herself with one paw against the nearest wall to slow her fall. She arrived to land heavily on a nearby patch of grass in hardly any time at all.
"Who— Uh, who goes there?" she demanded, her voice hitching a little, like an adolescent not used to raising their voice. She looked adolescent – the marks of age beginning to show on her gangly frame. One paw was bound with a bandage of some kind. The kind of girl who got into scrapes? She certainly hadn't seemed mindful of risk as she hurtled down a near-sheer hundred-yard drop.
Although, as Laura groaned under her breath at her aching feet and aching body, what she really wanted right now was not a visual spectacle, but rest and recuperation. Where to find some? Just... keep walking forward until they found an obliging monk...?
"H-hey! Hang on, there!"
It seemed a monk had found them.
A charmeleon wearing a saffron cloth wrap across her torso – as did many of the monks – descended from further up the abbey. She did not yet have her wings, but she moved almost as if she did, jumping from level to level, occasionally bracing herself with one paw against the nearest wall to slow her fall. She arrived to land heavily on a nearby patch of grass in hardly any time at all.
"Who— Uh, who goes there?" she demanded, her voice hitching a little, like an adolescent not used to raising their voice. She looked adolescent – the marks of age beginning to show on her gangly frame. One paw was bound with a bandage of some kind. The kind of girl who got into scrapes? She certainly hadn't seemed mindful of risk as she hurtled down a near-sheer hundred-yard drop.
