<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/bSLhsnS.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Flaxelina Coton<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Move:</strong>Move Stealthily, Strange Woman and Guards,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls a 0 - Fate Intervenes</div><div class="spoiler_body">121553   Idlewyld   Noone or Anyone   2018-06-15 00:02:24   At 2018-06-15 00:02:24, Idlewyld (uid: 53605) rolls: 3d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=121553)<br/><hr/></div></div><br/>Flaxelina didn't know many things. She didn't know really where she came from. Well she knew that she came from a plant, but she had no memories before that caravan incident, and no conceptual understanding of how it resulted in her. She didn't know why the Silken let her go, or why she wanted to leave in the first place. She didn't know much of why she did what she did. She didn't know why the city was surrounded, and she certainly didn't know enough to leave when she should have, so now she was stuck here.<br/><br/>Flaxelina didn't know many things, but that was not the same as saying, she didn't know much. She may have known few things, but what she knew, she knew well.<br/><br/>Flaxelina knew cloth of course. She was born of cloth. She knew it by touch and by smell. Just one look and she could intimately understand the feelings of the cotton stalk. hemp plant, sheep, or worm responsible for its creation. She knew cloth like one might know a sibling. She hungered for it.<br/><br/>Flaxelina knew hunger. Especially now with the coming of the armies of Tethyphar. For with a siege, there was no way in. When there was no way in, there were no merchants. With no merchants, no cloth. And with no cloth came great hunger. Flaxelina was beginning to understand hunger in a way she did not like; no she did not like it one bit.<br/><br/>But most of all, Flaxelina knew trouble. If cloth were a sibling, trouble was her lover. It followed faithfully in her wake, never leaving her side, and she followed it in equal measure. Cloth was what she lived by - trouble was what she lived<em>for</em>.<br/><br/>And when she saw the woman leading those guards into the alley, she recognized her old friend trouble. And had to follow.<br/><br/>With quiet steps, she walked into the alley, attempting to hide in the shadows. Whether due to lack of sustenance or lack of general excitement, she wasn't living up to usual standards. She didn't so much sneak into the alley and stumble into it.<br/><br/><em>Hello trouble. I see you're in fine form this evening.</em>