Slowly picking herself up, she turned and noticed the uneven cobblestone that she had caught her foot on. She had just got into Latchivenna, Captial city, and luck would have her catching her foot on the first stone. Only then, she heard shouts to move and turned to see a luxurious carriage with beautiful large white horses pulling it towards her. In this moment of impending doom, she froze.
Now, I know your all are thinking, "oh no, you can't kill this lass before we even know her name." This situation is the case and like in all good cliche stories. Struck by a gust of wind and pushed, causing her to go flying backward through the air. This act is done by an unknown local wizard that has his heart in the right place. The problem is, this strange wizard has trouble putting anything else in the right place.
As the unknown wizard stretches his hands out to catch the unidentified woman, she sails past him. The unnamed woman wafts through the air into the alley between Finny's Floating Beds and the local Tenth as Good as Your Quarter bar. The woman barely missed a drunken wizard and landed on a returned floating mattress. The Goods and Magical Sales would have a hay day if they caught old Finny trying to resell a bed on account of all the air mattress bugs going around.
The unknown wizard pokes his head around the corner. He does this because he has a habit of causing more bad than good, with good always as the starting point. This kind of thing tended to make people very excited, but they seemed to keep the excitement to themselves and just yelled exciting words or throw things excitedly.
"Umm, are you all right, miss?" The unknown shaking wizard asked, looking to see if she was still even alive. Just then, a face popped up in front of his and made him fall into the street. There was, of course, another carriage paying as little attention as the last.
Well, this was it for him then, all that helping, and it was bound to get him to this point. It was considering that most of the helpful things he did ended up being less than helpful. Prana had finally tipped the Shwarma Scale far out of the sauce and into the dirt. It was time to get a bite of something he wasn't going to like.
"Oh, no, no, no!" The unknown woman cried, and she grabbed Prana by the ankles and pulled him from certain doom. The same could not be said for his wizard's hat.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Prana cried as he watched his 685.8 millimeter, state of the art self-scrunching hat be crushed and destroyed. Hard to find buggers, and there is nothing worse than a pointy wizard hat with no bends, makes you look like a pylon. As Prana watch the hat be drawn inexorably into the crowd, he sighed and turned to the women who saved him. When he turned to look at her, she was directly in front of him again, trying to pull him up and talking while using... is that a yoyo?