The Guild
Opening your window, you push your feet out first, using the flower-box attached there as a support. A few seconds of tentatively testing its strength discover that it's a pretty solid extension, or at least solid enough to support you. Squeezing your body through the window, you crouch there, perched cautiously on the flower-box. It doesn't seem to want to give up to your weight, so you move your legs out from underneath yourself until you are able to grip the edges with your hands and bring yourself into a hanging position.
From there, you simply drop down; the fall is no great distance, and you land softly on your feet. Nicely done.
Brushing yourself off casually, you sneak a glance through the ground floor window you've landed in front of. You catch a glimpse of Mother comparing Vivian's conjured bread to her own freshly baked loaf and remember that you really should be hurrying. Vivian catches your eye and gives you a secretive wink before you hurry out of Mother's possible sight.
From there, you simply drop down; the fall is no great distance, and you land softly on your feet. Nicely done.
Brushing yourself off casually, you sneak a glance through the ground floor window you've landed in front of. You catch a glimpse of Mother comparing Vivian's conjured bread to her own freshly baked loaf and remember that you really should be hurrying. Vivian catches your eye and gives you a secretive wink before you hurry out of Mother's possible sight.