Grizz's Retardedly Late Yet Awesome Ficlets

[Grizz]

(( Herein I post my ficlets. I will not be submitting them to the forum contest, but I wanted to write a few of my own. Enjoy! ))

[Grizz]

Dance.

Malanie slammed the door to her room, leaning against it to catch her breath after she’d set the bolt. She’d run almost the entire way from the tailoring shop back to the Dwarven District, eager to try her latest purchase. At first the tailors balked at such a strange request, but Mal won them over in the end. It had taken a while for them to complete the order - a roll of heavy cloth longer than she was tall.

Frowning a moment, she looked at the small size of her room, wondering if she would have enough space. Pushing the bed against the wall freed up a considerable amount of floor space, and stacking the other furniture on top of it seemed like it would give her the room she needed.

She unwound the first layer of cloth from the roll and spread it across the floor, leaving the rest on the roll. It almost fit in the space she had – one corner had to be shoved under the bed. It didn’t obscure the printing though, so that was fine.

Mal kicked off her shoes and stepped onto the cloth, standing directly on the outline of two feet slightly larger than her own. A jumble of arrows and lines connected the outlines to yet other outlines - printed directions which she now followed, moving her feet slowly across the cloth with her arms stretched wide for balance.

Carefully, awkwardly, the priestess danced.