"Wha-- oh, no wait no!" Mia cried, circling around to Fubuki's side but it was already too late. A loud crack resonated and then what sounded like rushing air was all quickly followed by the sliding of stone against stone as the slab gave way. Despite her strength, however, Fubuki could only shift the stone a little more than half way, but it was just enough to reveal what was inside.
There inside the coffin was the body of a woman, but there were no signs of decay. In fact the body looked perfectly preserved. It was a Vantha woman with straight black hair that was neatly combed and lay over one shoulder. She wore a gown as white as the snows in Avanthal, cut so that it fell loosely over her hips and chest, preserving her modesty. The garment was not intricately woven with patterns or designs. It was simple, and in its simplicity it was beautiful against the woman's pale skin. Her hands were clasped over her chest, gripping the hilt of a silver rapier with an intricately designed cross and designs like snowflakes. Her eyes were closed and she wore no makeup. With closer inspection it could be seen that there was a faint shimmer to her skin, a glint of blue which denoted the shielded which wrapped her entire body, keeping her preserved despite the ages.
Mia tentatively creeped closer, hands grasping the edge of the coffin as she peaked over the edge, "Wanda is gonna be soooo mad..."
There inside the coffin was the body of a woman, but there were no signs of decay. In fact the body looked perfectly preserved. It was a Vantha woman with straight black hair that was neatly combed and lay over one shoulder. She wore a gown as white as the snows in Avanthal, cut so that it fell loosely over her hips and chest, preserving her modesty. The garment was not intricately woven with patterns or designs. It was simple, and in its simplicity it was beautiful against the woman's pale skin. Her hands were clasped over her chest, gripping the hilt of a silver rapier with an intricately designed cross and designs like snowflakes. Her eyes were closed and she wore no makeup. With closer inspection it could be seen that there was a faint shimmer to her skin, a glint of blue which denoted the shielded which wrapped her entire body, keeping her preserved despite the ages.
Mia tentatively creeped closer, hands grasping the edge of the coffin as she peaked over the edge, "Wanda is gonna be soooo mad..."