Izuna stood there staring at the doors to the Lamia Scale guild. She had only recently arrived but had stood there for several minutes just staring at the doors. Her outfit that day consisted of a black skirt that went to her knees, a pair of black combat boots, and a white and blue stripped tank top. Her boots were the kind that the wearer had to tie, but one of Izuna’s shoe laces, wasn’t tied.
She breathed in deeply before pacing forward to the doors. She threw them open and stepped over the thresh-hold. She walked in and looked around at the guild she was determined to join. At least, that’s how Izuna wanted to enter the guild the first time. She wasn’t so lucky. That untied shoelace had caught on something and she tripped. The moment she had dreamed of for so long was ruined by her tripping and literally falling into the guild.
She breathed in deeply before pacing forward to the doors. She threw them open and stepped over the thresh-hold. She walked in and looked around at the guild she was determined to join. At least, that’s how Izuna wanted to enter the guild the first time. She wasn’t so lucky. That untied shoelace had caught on something and she tripped. The moment she had dreamed of for so long was ruined by her tripping and literally falling into the guild.