Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20160621042253/@comment-27550231-20160627182056

[Elsewhere]

Aabi walks into the dressing room and closes the curtain, but just as she does a portal opens up beneath her dropping her in a pile of wet clothes and rubble. The portal promptly closes leaving her stranded in this strange place. She looks around at the chaos before her, destroyed golems made of crystal, body parts strewn about, Xena, Jura, and a disfigured Tak but the worst of all her dress. The very wedding dress that she so loved, the one dress that took multiple attempts to make was now ruined. She sat there, her dreams torn and muddied like her dreams. Looking up to the ceiling, the water around her rising, she let out a mournful wail.

"My dress! My beautiful dress, why does this always happen to me!" The words echo throughout the room drawing everyone's attention to her. She then collapses into a sobbing pile of self loathing.

[Elsewhere]

The tailor checks up on Aabi who was taking a while only to notice that she is no longer there. Then gives a sigh of relief and collapses where she stood, for she had been weaving dresses for three days straight.