Dazzle (open)
May 12, 2009 3:11:06 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on May 12, 2009 3:11:06 GMT -5
Tender waited patiently for the sun to go down. The word was that courtier Karena would be holding her ball shortly after sunset. She pulled her illicit purchase out from under her bed. Teselia was still busy tidying up the house and the boys were doing whatever it was they did at this time of night.
She'd planned it all out carefully. Where there's a will there's a way. That's what the wonderful, strange man had told her. So, Tender was determined to firmly seize her place in the world she desperately wanted to be a part of.
She slipped into the second (perhaps third) hand gown she'd purchased. She'd had to 'borrow' some coins out of where they were kept. I'm sorry Bro, Sissy. I'll pay you back tenfold when I'm invited into the ranks of nobility. A great and rich man shall see me and be so impressed at my grace and poise, he'll take me for wife. Then...
Then it won't just be pretending and play any longer. She'll be a real lady. The thought brought a deep ache of longing, an old wound agitated. She took a deep breath to calm herself and then started to sneak out of the house, slipping through the window. Tonight was a night of destiny. She hastened off towards the upper class district and walked around, carefully, until sighting a carriage rolling towards a quaint little estate. Picking up the edges of her skirt, she hurried off and slipped into the house discreetly by mingling with another group that was headed inside.
Once inside, she walked around, trying to project the dignity of a rich lady, the casual indifference, the carefully roaming eye, hunting for things to criticize.
And, of course, for a handsome man.
She'd planned it all out carefully. Where there's a will there's a way. That's what the wonderful, strange man had told her. So, Tender was determined to firmly seize her place in the world she desperately wanted to be a part of.
She slipped into the second (perhaps third) hand gown she'd purchased. She'd had to 'borrow' some coins out of where they were kept. I'm sorry Bro, Sissy. I'll pay you back tenfold when I'm invited into the ranks of nobility. A great and rich man shall see me and be so impressed at my grace and poise, he'll take me for wife. Then...
Then it won't just be pretending and play any longer. She'll be a real lady. The thought brought a deep ache of longing, an old wound agitated. She took a deep breath to calm herself and then started to sneak out of the house, slipping through the window. Tonight was a night of destiny. She hastened off towards the upper class district and walked around, carefully, until sighting a carriage rolling towards a quaint little estate. Picking up the edges of her skirt, she hurried off and slipped into the house discreetly by mingling with another group that was headed inside.
Once inside, she walked around, trying to project the dignity of a rich lady, the casual indifference, the carefully roaming eye, hunting for things to criticize.
And, of course, for a handsome man.