Merina smiled at her reflection in the window- the best thing she had for a mirror. The Claith picked up her wooden comb and pulled it through her ginger curls, attempting to tame it as best she could before pulling the frizzy mess into the usual semi-neat bun she wore. She grinned once more at herself before turning, giving Gina the cat a good pat on the head, and pulling on her cloak before heading out the door of the apartment.
She walked along, grabbing a breakfast of bread from the tavern before continuing on for a morning walk through the snow-coated city. Merina's ankle bought a pang of pain up her leg as she went, flooding back the memory of her accidental tumble over her own two feet earlier that week. The woman sighed in annoyance at herself and shook her head, grumbling aloud about how clumsy she was.
The Claith reached the top of the district that was once known for the Old Gods, hesitating a moment before smiling brightly as she decided to visit her dearest friend. But, against the luck of the young lady, she had decided to travel the path of few. So as she twisted to turn back down the stairs, her injured ankle gave out and she went plunging forward- crashing down the steps before she had time to utter a single word to save her skin.
A puff of dusty snow went up as she collapsed at the bottom of the stone steps, drifted to rest on her cloaked body. And while she reached out a moment to pull herself up, fingers grasping air and snow, eventually she just let her head drop back to the snow- and she didn't move after that as a small trickle of blood dripped down the side of her face from above her brow. Not for many, many minutes.
