#..... .. pl s

—— The dark haired female tried to get up and move around again, after a quick seating on a bench in the area, having wandered into an unfamiliar place again, she had almost forgotten about her injured leg still healing and was now currently struggling to stay balanced on her heels (why did she even wore those heels instead of flats?). It went okay, somehow, until she managed to trip and fall onto the ground with a small shriek and mutters of cursing — a contrast to the soft tone they are stated with but that’s no indicator that she means it any less; after all, everything that slips pasts her lips are softly spoken most of the time — leaving her lips.