Post Six
By: Lissy
Tacita unlocked the door to her room, anxious to get away from the others and their unappreciated staring. She stepped into her room, shut the door, locked it and stopped.
The window was open....
She looked around, her mithril dagger appearing in her hand. There on the bed was a figure, sleeping.....or seeming to sleep. She frowned, took a step forward, stopped, watched the figure, then continued on.
Coming up beside the figure, she cast Prick. Tiny pinpricks hit the sleeping figure in the bottom. The figure jumped off the bed, eyes wide and warily watched Tacita.
The tiny elf slipped forward, her dagger still in her hand. As the figure stepped backwards, she jumped, pushing the figure down to the ground. She slipped to her feet and put her foot on the figure's chest, glaring down at her.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my room and why have you come?" she said, sharply, as a light appeared just behind her head and to the right a little bit.
Her eyes widened suddenly. "Karanya? Is that you?"
