Rope ladders. She smiled glad she was sensible enough to wear pants instead of skirts. She wasn't comfortable in skirts, not that she didn't own any but she wore her pants more often, so often the hems of the legs were frayed and had permanent creases and dirt stains that the elves either didn't care to work at, or that their magic couldn't fix. No worries, she didn't care about things like that.

She didn't wear a robe either, it also go in the way, she felt that things were suppsoed to be easy and comfortable. She couldn't imagine falling while wearing a skirt, how embarrassing. When she wore skirts, she wore the thickest stockings and not knee high socks she'd seen some girls in. She didn't want her knickers out with a strong gust of wind or a clumsy misstep.

Up the rope ladder she went, a bit rocky at first but that made her grin and try harder till with a huff, she was clambering into the space and rolling onto her back with a satisfied grin. "Brill." She took a moment before rolling to her knees and pushing herself to stand.