[ It may be dark out, but between lamps, candles, and a recent spell she hadn't known she possessed, Rinwell has plenty of light at her disposal for a bit of late night reading.
So she's awake, at her desk by the open attic window, when something lands on the roof. She's used to the faintest tap of birds, and the landing of cats, but this is entirely too heavy by comparison.
Hootle perks up sleepily from his perch on the shelf Geralt made for him, as Rinwell slips off her chair and nudges the large window open; the slope of the roof runs either side, and it's not hard for someone as small and slight as she is to slip out onto the tiles. Not that she does, yet.
Instead, her head sticks out, followed by an arm holding a lamp. ]
roof top interruption
So she's awake, at her desk by the open attic window, when something lands on the roof. She's used to the faintest tap of birds, and the landing of cats, but this is entirely too heavy by comparison.
Hootle perks up sleepily from his perch on the shelf Geralt made for him, as Rinwell slips off her chair and nudges the large window open; the slope of the roof runs either side, and it's not hard for someone as small and slight as she is to slip out onto the tiles. Not that she does, yet.
Instead, her head sticks out, followed by an arm holding a lamp. ]
...Hello?