Raven whined as she took his hand and stood, looking down at her prim skirt and legs and boots...she was a gothic messy, no longer the dainty piece of art.
"Oh no," she said softly, shaking her head, "no it was my fault, I wasn't looking and...OH NO!" She looked as though she'd been shot as she rushed toward the fallen drawings. Each was mostly wet, or covered in mud. "No, no, no, noooooo...."
This was karma getting back at her for playing games with Jacoby Wilkes, wasn't it?