[center][h1][b][color=gold]Lillianna[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

[quote=The True Heir of the Goddess of Shopping][color=pink]"Oh, these bags,"[/color] she moaned as they got to the city gates, grabbing the attention of her friends as she slowed down and fussed with her grip.  [color=pink]"They are so cumbersome and I am wearing thin."[/color]   It felt bad to lie, but she had to get away.  [color=pink]"I will take them back to the Mended Drum.  I am so sorry I cannot come with you.  Here; let me take your things back for you."[/color] 

She kept it short, took any bags they wanted to hand her and gave each of them a quick hug with a friendly (and pretentiously posh) air-kiss. [color=pink]"I hope you find the answers you are looking for, Lillianna."[/color][/quote]

Eh? MacKensie was leaving already? She'd seemed to have plenty of energy along the shopping spree and their trip toward the Church of Iris thus far. Then suddenly she was too tired and moaning? The Frenchwoman seemed to be in a hurry to leave them, as well as take their remaining bags back, though while friendly it all felt slightly concerningly 'suspicious' to the mage. How so, though, she couldn't really tell. Was just a gut instinct at this point. At the same time, however, she didn't try too say or do anything about it and instead let MacKensie do as she wished before disappearing into Valhheim once more among the people and crowds and the sort. 

[quote=Felicitous Fenna the Friend]"Alright, take care. We'll return to the Mended Drum when we're done here." She watched MacKensie walk away until she rounded a corner and then turned to Lilliana. "Let's go to the church, we're almost there."[/quote]

Suddenly snapping out of where she'd been starting off at the direction MacKensie had left in, Lillianna would lightly clear her throat and gently nod back at Fenna in turn. She was right, they needed to get to the Church while they still had the chance. After that? Well, perhaps they could look for MacKensie again to make sure she was ok. Or, er, well, something of the sort at least. Maybe. 

[color=gold]"Yes, we should be close if the directions were correct."[/color] 

Indeed, though, as they rounded the corner the building itself became suddenly and overtly obvious for them to see. If it was the correct building, that is, then it made enough sense to keep it visible on the city's outskirts. Yet as they got closer the mage would absorb herself in examining and taking note of its features along the way. 

The building was tall enough to stretch up over the tops of most buildings around it for certain, and surprisingly the style of it seemed to be very 'gothic' in nature. Not as in the sterotypically-pictued 'edgy, black-colored-clothes-wearing, listening to Welcome To The Black Parade' type of 'gothic' course, but rather the style of architecture. Like it was made to be some kind of humble but well-made cathedral, it seemed to her eyes, and on their approach she thought she could see the glint of light and colors in its its windows somewhat as well. Stone bricks seemed to have a nice lighter color to them on first inspection from afar as well, which were fitted tightly to compose a stable stricture yet seemed to be arranged almost as 'smooooth as silk' from the outside according to her same glimpses at the building to boot.

And yet- 

[quote=The Sound of Music 2: Electric Boogaloo]She was outside, on a small step ladder, washing the stained glass windows of the front entrance.  The women approaching would be just in time to see Juliet bend down to soak her sponge in the bucket and wobble the step ladder into chaos.  "W-w-waaaagh!"

Her feet flew out up into the air.  The step ladder flew away.  The bucket hit the floor, soapy water everywhere.  All before the poor Sister landed flat on her back in the wet.[/quote]

Someone fell! Or, well someone who had been trying to wash the front stained glass windows at the entrance. Her outfit seemed similar to that of a nun from back on Earth, to draw what comparisons she could, though also seemed different as well in such a way as to indicate a differing religion of course. Regardless, as the mage was shocked back into reality by the incident and was momentarily stunned Fenna seemed to move in ot try to assist. Right afterward, the mage would likewise hurry over to the fallen woman's side. 

[quote=The Nun Can't 'Fenna-d' For Herself Right Now, It Seems]Once they reached the church they were just in time to see one of the sisters fall down. "Oh dear..." Fenna muttered and she rushed to the sister's aid. "Are you okay?" At first glance, the sister didn't seem to be injured. Not externally anyway.[/quote]

Lillianna would without thinking try to help the poor sister sit up, at least, if the help was accepted. Though sparing a glance at the poor now-fallen-over ladder the woman had been on, she could see that it didn't seem the most stable-looking thing. Then again, a wrong shift in weight on even a good ladder was always a risk perhaps. Her father had learned that first hand before, luckily on a small-scale like what had happend to this poor woman here. 

[color=gold]"That was luckily not much of a fall it seems. 

Actually, we came here to ask about something at the suggestion of Lucinda. You see, there's a dead adventurer I...well...could see back in the Mazy Hillocks. His ghost I mean. Talked to him and- waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"[/color]

Soapy water under the mage's feet, which was atop the stones on the ground forming a small path to the entrance, suddenly decided to ruin the friction between her feet and the ground. Which is to say, while trying to help and not paying muchh attention to where she was standing Lillianna managed to slip. Falling to her right, and trying to throw herself toward the grass as she did so, the top half of the magic caster;s body would thankfully fall onto the grass as the rest of her hit the stones beneath. It was enough to make her hips hurt that she knew they'd feel sore later, that much would be true, but at least the grass was itself softer to the side...and prevented a head impact if nothing else. 

[color=gold]"Uuuuh....should have seen that one coming."[/color]

Even on the ground she'd admit that one, even after a light moan of soreness and such caused by her fall. Should have looked where she was stepping before stepping too quickly. But the very power of gravity itself, much like a predator waiting for its prey to come into view, had been merely lying in wait for an ambush against her once more.