A growl escaped her lips.  This one spoke of frustration over things she could not manage.  Were this her home then her feet would have been uncovered.  Her toes would have felt the rock face and known those crevices.  Here those boots left no feeling and she felt clunky in this clothing.  A skittering of rocks was her first indication that something was not right.  Next came the feeling of being weightless and immediately her fingers gripped down on the rock.  Blood touched her flesh and the muscles of her arms flexed to full height.  That skin tight material rippled while the muscles of her shoulders and back held her in place.  Lips curled back to grunt her discord while she sought to find a place for these boots to fit on the rockface.<br/><br/>(Fate point spent)<br/>