My Ranking Points
Caroline hadn’t figured that adventure would be so disorienting and smelly. She had fallen from her bed late last night, and landed in a very ***** moat. That part was okay, Caroline had been meaning to take a bath that morning anyways. But what came after was horrendous. A pack of four legged beasts had screamed at her in gibberish, pushed her up the stairs, and forced her into a dank, smelly room- a room she unfortunately had to share with two others.
Caroline’s bunkmates both dressed scandalously. They wore trousers like the tax collecting lads of her home in the forest, but their clothes were ten times as tight, and seemed to be made of a material that was much lighter than wool.
“They look like prostitutes,” Caroline mumbled to herself, scowling at the darker one’s exposed ankle.
The two pretty girls talked for a minute in tongues Caroline didn’t understand.
‘Doesn’t anyone speak French here?’ She wondered. After a while, the pale one addressed Caroline, who still had no idea what was being said.
“You dress like a ***** and I want to rip out your hair,” Caroline snarled at her under her breath. The girl looked away, slightly bemused. She sat down on one of the beds at the exact moment that a wolf knocked down the door.
“[Straight to the theater of tales]” it growled at the three girls. The two prettier ones stood up and began to exit the room, but Caroline stood firmly in place, having not understood the wolf’s gibberish.
The wolf snarled at her again, and the pale girl grabbed her by the arm and forcefully yanked her all the way down the steps, and into the crowd.