Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2012 23:27:24 GMT -5
Astrid was standing in the middle of a field, wearing a rather fetching pair of blue pajamas. They technically had something that looked uncannily like clouds stitched upon them, and appeared to be the soft sort of cloth best suited for sleepy time wear. They hung relatively loose on the girl, and exposed a fair share of leg. Astrid was, after all, exceptionally tall for a female, especially one of her age. One might be expecting her to have a weapon of some sort on hand, as Astrid did have a frequency toward being armed. It might surprise those same people to learn that Astrid did not sleep with a weapon actually on her person: she kept them under her bed.
Which might have been alright, had Astrid been anywhere near her bed. She was not. She was instead standing in the middle of Longleat Field. It was mid-morning, actually, around the time when the clock returned to double-digits after twelve hours or so of single ones. So there she was, standing there, looking rather dazed. Her hair was in a sleeping braid, but bits of blonde still sprang from it. There was no makeup, not that there ever was, but there was also no evidence of her having done anything to really clean up. Though really, it was likely the pajamas and the lack of shoes that would hint toward things.
"What am I doing here?" she murmured. A hand went up to rub at her face and she looked around. Yes, this was definitely Longleat Field. She reached down, fingering her shirt. Yes, that was definitely her pajamas. So... why was she here? Now?
"Who bespelled me?" she yelled, turning and looking around the field, anger flashing in her blue eyes. Her hands were already clenched into fists, and it was altogether likely that she was about to start swinging at any moment now.
Which might have been alright, had Astrid been anywhere near her bed. She was not. She was instead standing in the middle of Longleat Field. It was mid-morning, actually, around the time when the clock returned to double-digits after twelve hours or so of single ones. So there she was, standing there, looking rather dazed. Her hair was in a sleeping braid, but bits of blonde still sprang from it. There was no makeup, not that there ever was, but there was also no evidence of her having done anything to really clean up. Though really, it was likely the pajamas and the lack of shoes that would hint toward things.
"What am I doing here?" she murmured. A hand went up to rub at her face and she looked around. Yes, this was definitely Longleat Field. She reached down, fingering her shirt. Yes, that was definitely her pajamas. So... why was she here? Now?
"Who bespelled me?" she yelled, turning and looking around the field, anger flashing in her blue eyes. Her hands were already clenched into fists, and it was altogether likely that she was about to start swinging at any moment now.