Alanna hangs back until the other girls are inside, patting the firm knot of red hair at the nape of her neck for what must be the tenth time. She too is clad mostly in black, her breeches, t-shirt and sweater all form-fitting. Her sturdy, soft leather boots are ideal for tracking and barely make a sound as she steps out on the wooden floor. Several weapons are stashed about her person, but it's the feel of the light fairy sword strapped to her back that lends her the most confidence.
Another world. It's an adventure.
Moving silently through the room, Alanna skims her fingers along the walls and over the chest, learning by feel as well as sight. She pauses briefly to examine the book, taking care not to rustle the pages. At Goldy's remark, she looks up with a grin.
"I know nothing of lasers," she whispers huskily, "but I learned how to pick a lock from the best."
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Date: 2006-06-02 10:08 pm (UTC)Another world. It's an adventure.
Moving silently through the room, Alanna skims her fingers along the walls and over the chest, learning by feel as well as sight. She pauses briefly to examine the book, taking care not to rustle the pages. At Goldy's remark, she looks up with a grin.
"I know nothing of lasers," she whispers huskily, "but I learned how to pick a lock from the best."