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Sep. 2nd, 2013 02:55 pmIt all starts when she breaks a heel.
Saffron's got on a cheap pair of shoes she picked up at a secondhand store the day after she arrived in Darrow, just for something to wear on her feet besides the flimsy sandals she'd shown up in. They'd been the closest pair at hand when she needed to run out to the store for a few things, and though she'd known they were getting worn out, she'd thought they'd hold up.
She isn't going far, just the local market for a few things, so she's walking back home with her single brown bag when it happens. There's a crack in the sidewalk, and Saffron happens to step in it just the right - or wrong - way. Next thing she knows she's letting out a squeal as the heel of her gorram shoe breaks and she almost goes tumbling right onto her ass, her ankle twisting painfully.
Somehow, she manages to keep hold of her shopping bag and her purse, though a loaf of bread and a couple packages of pasta come spilling out onto the sidewalk. Saffron sets her bag on the sidewalk, bracing herself with one hand against a wall as she slips off her worthless shoes with the other, but when she goes to put weight on her foot pain shoots through her twisted ankle and makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Gorram it." She wonders if she can find a cabbie nice enough to not only pull over, but also help her get herself and her things into the cab. "And it's not even snowing," Saffron murmurs. "Where's that Marine when I need him?"
Saffron's got on a cheap pair of shoes she picked up at a secondhand store the day after she arrived in Darrow, just for something to wear on her feet besides the flimsy sandals she'd shown up in. They'd been the closest pair at hand when she needed to run out to the store for a few things, and though she'd known they were getting worn out, she'd thought they'd hold up.
She isn't going far, just the local market for a few things, so she's walking back home with her single brown bag when it happens. There's a crack in the sidewalk, and Saffron happens to step in it just the right - or wrong - way. Next thing she knows she's letting out a squeal as the heel of her gorram shoe breaks and she almost goes tumbling right onto her ass, her ankle twisting painfully.
Somehow, she manages to keep hold of her shopping bag and her purse, though a loaf of bread and a couple packages of pasta come spilling out onto the sidewalk. Saffron sets her bag on the sidewalk, bracing herself with one hand against a wall as she slips off her worthless shoes with the other, but when she goes to put weight on her foot pain shoots through her twisted ankle and makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth.
"Gorram it." She wonders if she can find a cabbie nice enough to not only pull over, but also help her get herself and her things into the cab. "And it's not even snowing," Saffron murmurs. "Where's that Marine when I need him?"
