“Ohhhh… I can’t wait anymore! Boots are comin’ *off*!”
These cheery words would echo loudly around two commoners who were currently waking up on the floor. The last thing either of them could remember was being at the market and… well now they were here. Before either even opened their eyes, they could hear two girls conversing high above them, voices unnaturally loud. There was conversation and giggling, all of it booming
And so finally would manage to get themselves off the ground, getting their bearings, and see what was going on. Yet all they could see… was feet. Two sets of gargantuan soles. The slightly bigger set was clad in leggings with stirrups, showing off pale, wrinkled soles. Droplets of sweat the size of the commoners’s heads cascading past every subtle ridge. The other pair, only just getting free of the left boot off now, were surrounded entirely by dark blue socks, which seemed to cling to her feet rather tightly. They could see the energetic toes dancing within, looking almost eager to step on something.
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