Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180804222034/@comment-26108027-20180924125818

"We can hear you just fine from up here!" Another gazelle shouts.

Loti reaches the top of the steps, carefully pushing aside the foliage that disguises the entrance. She approaches the edge where armed guards are waiting, weapons pointed down at whoever was there.

The wind pushes against her as she approaches the edge, making her cloak billow out behind her. She's... much larger than the other gazelles. Stronger. Her silhouetted form is easily recognized by the stump of a left horn mounted on her head.

"Oh, the Ostoran Princess!" She calls down, a smile spreading on her face, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"