[ Vi's irritation has far more to do with her worry for Caitlyn and the shock and grief over recent events that she still hasn't come to term with, but that makes it easier for the little things to get under her skin. She wouldn't normally care what anyone has to say about fashion, tattoos, or 'Grouchy' nicknames, but she's absolutely discombobulated and frantic, to put it lightly. She isn't used to being so outside of her comfort zone, not even finding the wealth of Piltover as unnerving as this place. This is nothing she's ever dealt with before.
Magic, that is. That's what it has to be, right? She's heard about it, but aside from the gauntlets she can't find, Vi has no experience with it and she's left reacting more harshly than she ought to.
Any returning insults are forgotten when she sees the dice move, and Vi hunches over, carefully trotting after them to see what numbers come up. With her hands on her knees, her broad shoulders visibly wilt at the number 8. ]
Great, so we have to wait another ten minutes? I'm not─
[ Wait, her boots are starting to sink. Her reaction is swift, though the pull of the sand is already cutting into her usual speed as she tries to hop away and scramble onto something big. A carriage door, bent and brittle, is better than nothing. Without thinking, she grabs the back of the man's jacket to haul him up with her.
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Magic, that is. That's what it has to be, right? She's heard about it, but aside from the gauntlets she can't find, Vi has no experience with it and she's left reacting more harshly than she ought to.
Any returning insults are forgotten when she sees the dice move, and Vi hunches over, carefully trotting after them to see what numbers come up. With her hands on her knees, her broad shoulders visibly wilt at the number 8. ]
Great, so we have to wait another ten minutes? I'm not─
[ Wait, her boots are starting to sink. Her reaction is swift, though the pull of the sand is already cutting into her usual speed as she tries to hop away and scramble onto something big. A carriage door, bent and brittle, is better than nothing. Without thinking, she grabs the back of the man's jacket to haul him up with her.
It's a very temporary solution. ]
Okay, maybe a five wouldn't have been so bad!