#this is achlys

[mistxofdeath]

As she was walking down the street, lost in her thoughts, Achlys stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk and, scuffing her knees against the hard surface of the concrete, cursed, wincing. “Damn it. Not again,” she muttered, eyeing the long, jagged tear in her black stockings. This was the fifth pair she’d torn just this week.