>>1839040goodness, get ahold of yourself Steph, your life may be complicated but not everyone in this town could possibly be a pervert.
That man you ran from looked more confused and embarrassed than anything! Relax a bit, hold down your skirt, and calmly go to your objective.
the wind is awful, it pushes you around a bit, and threatens to make the flaps of your tabard fly up, but you hold them down.
The air rubs agains your bare thighs, it feels as thick as a rushing river, and it increases in power as you move.
Soon you can barely control your momentum, the high winds are making even normal folk brace themselves.
"whyyyyyyy meeeeeeeee!" you yell as you are pushed downhill at a frankly dangerous speed barely keeping on your feet, you try to find anything to hold on to.
as you move closer to the buildings you catch an updraft, and just like that you are airborne. You make a squeal to high pitched to put into writing,
before trying in vain to control your ascent. BAM a huge tree hits you right in the face, you peel yourself away from the trunk to descover just how high you are right now.
to high. WAY to high! You never thought of yourself as being afraid of hights but look at that! Attempting not to panic or give in to vertigo you look at anything else.
"NO, not again!" the vines and branches did some work on your clothing, your right sleave is gone, the belt that hold your tabard to your waist is gone,
theres a rip in your tabard shoulder that threatens to make the whole thing fall off, and your sash is a wad of rags now!
as the harsh wind continues to blow you feel the branch you rest on rock violently and rub itself against your crotch.
This is the most embarrassing day of your life, if you actually do manage to climb all the way down then what? Then everybody sees you as you are now, or worse knowing your luck.
