They are, but Morgala's outfit isn't.

The two land in a heap, both of them groaning. Poor Morgala has caught the worst of it, having ended up landing face first in the muck, and then getting pinned underneath the much-larger orc woman.

"Oooooooh," the elf whimpers.

"Are... are you ok?" Thurkla nervously asks, her green face has turned violet in embarrassment as she rolls off of Morgala and sits up. "Oh... oh dear..."

The long-suffering Morgala rolls over, inadvertently covering her whole body, head-to-toe, in the filthy mud of the village street. She sits up and slowly tries in vain to wipe the mud from her face.

The filthy elf takes stock of her situation. She is cold, wet, and now completely caked in filth. Her lips start to quiver and tears begin to form in her eyes.

"I'm so, soooo sorry..." Thurkla mutters. She's muddy now too, but unlike Morgala, our rugged orc at least has a clean, chubby-elf-shaped patch on her front.

Our poor elf's voice cracks as she starts crying right there in the middle of the street during this awful dreadful weather. *SNIFF* "You brute!" *SNIFF* "You... awful... awful... brute!"

Thurkla pouts and looks away, apparently quite hurt by Morgala's words. "I said I was sorry..." she says in a voice barely louder than a harsh whisper. "I-I... I'll make it up to you..." The orc woman says as she stands up and offers a hand to Morgala.

But the elf doesn't want anything to do with her, and slaps it away in anger. "Get away from me!" She hisses through clenched teeth.

The crestfallen Thurkla looks away, her own face smushing up as she repeats to herself over and over that big girls don't cry. "I... I'll bring your bags up to your room later..." the orc says, her voicing cracking.

Morgala struggles and slips in the mud as she tries to stand up, eventually managing it on her third attempt. Without uttering another word, she makes her way towards the inn, marching through the muck. It's so thick and deep every step is a struggle, and she ends up abandoning her shoes half way to her destination.

I just want this day to end...

The broken, crying cutie thinks to herself as she walks the rest of the way barefoot and utterly unaware that her skirt is still stuck to the stagecoach...