If there was one thing that Crissa wanted to file a complaint about - it was the very poor escape routes that the Pony failed to recognize.
Honestly was all that Crissa could possibly think in this awfully sticky situation. She peered around herself, glancing about the room for potential route of escape. After all, she was currently in one of the backrooms on the third floor and then it hit her.
Her eyes lifted towards the window, an idea springing into her head as she slowly approached the sill and pushed open the door of the window. She peered outside, the sun was incredibly bright, beating down upon the stables below.
Could I...? She thought, the sounds of the uproarious woman behind the door was growing closer. "Bugger this!" She exclaimed, hoisting one leg over the sill. She found footing on the very narrow beam on the other side.
After another few minutes of trying to toughen herself up, she lifted the other leg onto the opposite sill, so that she was fully out of the window. Luckily, just in time - the raging woman burst into the room though stumbled a little on the rug, giving Crissa enough time to start side-stepping along the beam with little to hold on to.
Bugger, bugger, bugger! Was the only thing that came to mind as she continued to hastily make her way along the beam.
Don't look dow-
That's high...ooh...that's high!
Suddenly Crissa found herself wobbling along a beam that led out onto the other side of the building. She outstretched her arms, as though walking along a tight rope. The other side was right...there...-"Bloody hell!" she shouted, losing her footing due an angry scream from the woman hanging out of the window.
Crissa barely had enough time to reach out a arm to grab ahold of the beam. She was now dangling, swaying slowly from left to right.
Well done...-
Actually this was not how I planned this to happen!
Just...just don't look dow-
Why the bloody hell did you just look down!? All of this nonsense for a pair of knickers!
Yes! But they were red and silky and-
Oh, get over yourself!
Wai-Hold on...I'm slipping. Oh no! I'm going to die, I'm too young to die! I'm going! I'm goi-
Pull yourself together! You are Nacrissa Thornwood! Sailing extraordinaire!
The internal battle continued for a good few minutes until her fingers were indeed slipping, each finger losing it's grip - one by one. And then all of a sudden: going...going...GONE!
The oddest part was that Crissa could actually feel herself falling and even had time to assess the situation. She managed to get a look down and think to herself Oh...this is going to be bad...
THWOP! Crissa had fallen directly onto her behind, however,she had landed in something awfully soft and...itchy. A hay stack! Wonderful! Hold on...hay! She scrambled to her feet, giving a tremendous sneeze, causing pieces of hay to fly about the place.
She glanced upward to the same woman still hanging from the window, Crissa shrugged, pulled the knickers from her pocket and waved them at her. She took delight in this for a moment, snickering to herself before turning and practically sprinting off down the street, knickers aloft!
