A.N.: I'm not dead. Whoops
Sumia: The best at tripping over nothing
Cordelia sighed heavily. Sumia had fallen over once again.
"Your boots?"
"What? No-! Yes. . ." The knight admitted as she pushed herself back up to her feet and brushed herself off.
The red locked lady shook her head, "Perhaps you should find less troublesome footwear," she suggested.
"That might be helpful," her companion sighed admittance. "But for now, I'll just take these troubling things off."
Crouching down, Sumia unbuckled her boot straps promptly, one after the other. First she hauled one off, then the other. Now her trousers could puff out where previously restricted. Returning to her feet, she offered a smile to the other. It was returned. Cordelia gestured them off, but immediately the thump of a body could be heard, followed by a feminine groan.
"Sumia?! What happened?" The knight rushed back to her friend.
"My . . . boots."
A.N.: Short and sweet. Dunno if I'll get back into a schedule. Sorry.