30 Spring, 515 AV
Firenze brushed her hair to the side, the wind off the water whipped it in every direction. It was a little chilly, the weather had started to warm but the wind had a slightly chill to it. Unaccustomed to the sound of the waves constantly crashing. The city had an old world meets new world charm to it and appealed to her fancy for beautiful things.
Walking the streets all morning, she didn’t have anyplace to go. After they’d departed from the ship everyone had gone their own ways. She expected that, of course, and wasn’t hurt by it in any way, she hoped to see them around town again. Unsure of what next to do, her bag had been slung over her shoulder, filled to the brim with her meager things.
Doing what her instinct first told her to do she made her way to the woods and had bedded down in the brush a few miles up into the mountains. It had been a hard trek but after being trapped on the boat for so long the burn and sting in her muscles were a welcome feeling. No job, no living quarters and no idea what to do next.
The forest had provided adequate shelter and water, but the food was rather scarce. Planning had been her main task as of late, wanting to get a plan in action meant that she could keep her mind off things that had happened back in Sunberth. Plans were always good. Her first goal for the day had been to clean herself and get herself as proper as she could, to go into town. Hunting had been keeping her a touch on the smelly side and although she didn’t really notice it that much considering it was her own scent, she was worried that others might find it offensive.
She’d pulled her purple blouse and skirt out of her pack and slipped them on, trying to smooth the wrinkles from being tucked into her pack for so long. They were a little bigger than when she originally bought them, but still fit. A brush ran through her wild hair trying to tame it into submission, a comb followed suit for good measure. Looking at the make up in the bag, a shrug and then the application of her pomade. Sticking her finger in the eye dust she wiped it across her lids, forgoing the brushes, still unsure how to use them to apply the coloring.
Mind returning to the present moment, her feet leading her down the street, she admired the buildings, completely unlike anything in Sunberth. They appeared as though the inhabitants of the city cared deeply. Her walk lead her back to where she had originally started when she walked off the boat. In the heart of the Old Quarter. Mouth slightly agape, she gawked. A true tourist.
Not wanting to be out of place, she caught herself and closed her mouth, eyes scanning over everything in sight. People hustled and bustled around her. Continuing east she noticed the buildings were less extravagant. Making her feel almost as if she were back in Sunberth. Almost.
Plain building fronts lined the street and there were fewer people in the street. Heads turned down, collars flipped up. It appeared as those in this section of town may not want to be noticed.
Tired from the long walk down from where she’d been staying she found a stoop to sit. Her rear on the top step, her feet a few down from that. Looking up and behind her she inspected the building. Plain… yet it still had an air of elegance. Three stories high, only a few windows dotted the front. That’s strange.. Only a few windows on such a large building? A large steel door sat at the top of the steps.
A metal door…
I wonder what a heavy looking door like that holds behind it. Did all the buildings in the area have doors such as this?
Glancing around the street, she looked and only could see wooden doors.
Why the metal door?
Curiosity, as usual, grasped her in it’s hold, moving her limbs to stand and turn, pushing her hands against the cold steel. As soon as the door began to move and she peered around the corner she immediately did not regret the decision.
Decadence.
Pure and overwhelming decadence.
Over stuffed chairs, silk, crystal chandeliers casting their glow of candlelight onto the finest room Firenze had ever seen. In her life. Her mouth truly dropped and her eyes slowly took in everything. Not wanting to forget a single detail.
After her fill of the room, she began to feel self-conscious. Wild hair brushed her face as she looked to her slippered feet, the wrinkled skirt and blouse she’d donned and the dirt under her fingernails that she hadn’t been able to scrub free in the creek.
She didn’t feel like she belonged there, but the excitement in her craved for it. Yearned for it.
.
Firenze brushed her hair to the side, the wind off the water whipped it in every direction. It was a little chilly, the weather had started to warm but the wind had a slightly chill to it. Unaccustomed to the sound of the waves constantly crashing. The city had an old world meets new world charm to it and appealed to her fancy for beautiful things.
Walking the streets all morning, she didn’t have anyplace to go. After they’d departed from the ship everyone had gone their own ways. She expected that, of course, and wasn’t hurt by it in any way, she hoped to see them around town again. Unsure of what next to do, her bag had been slung over her shoulder, filled to the brim with her meager things.
Doing what her instinct first told her to do she made her way to the woods and had bedded down in the brush a few miles up into the mountains. It had been a hard trek but after being trapped on the boat for so long the burn and sting in her muscles were a welcome feeling. No job, no living quarters and no idea what to do next.
The forest had provided adequate shelter and water, but the food was rather scarce. Planning had been her main task as of late, wanting to get a plan in action meant that she could keep her mind off things that had happened back in Sunberth. Plans were always good. Her first goal for the day had been to clean herself and get herself as proper as she could, to go into town. Hunting had been keeping her a touch on the smelly side and although she didn’t really notice it that much considering it was her own scent, she was worried that others might find it offensive.
She’d pulled her purple blouse and skirt out of her pack and slipped them on, trying to smooth the wrinkles from being tucked into her pack for so long. They were a little bigger than when she originally bought them, but still fit. A brush ran through her wild hair trying to tame it into submission, a comb followed suit for good measure. Looking at the make up in the bag, a shrug and then the application of her pomade. Sticking her finger in the eye dust she wiped it across her lids, forgoing the brushes, still unsure how to use them to apply the coloring.
Mind returning to the present moment, her feet leading her down the street, she admired the buildings, completely unlike anything in Sunberth. They appeared as though the inhabitants of the city cared deeply. Her walk lead her back to where she had originally started when she walked off the boat. In the heart of the Old Quarter. Mouth slightly agape, she gawked. A true tourist.
Not wanting to be out of place, she caught herself and closed her mouth, eyes scanning over everything in sight. People hustled and bustled around her. Continuing east she noticed the buildings were less extravagant. Making her feel almost as if she were back in Sunberth. Almost.
Plain building fronts lined the street and there were fewer people in the street. Heads turned down, collars flipped up. It appeared as those in this section of town may not want to be noticed.
Tired from the long walk down from where she’d been staying she found a stoop to sit. Her rear on the top step, her feet a few down from that. Looking up and behind her she inspected the building. Plain… yet it still had an air of elegance. Three stories high, only a few windows dotted the front. That’s strange.. Only a few windows on such a large building? A large steel door sat at the top of the steps.
A metal door…
I wonder what a heavy looking door like that holds behind it. Did all the buildings in the area have doors such as this?
Glancing around the street, she looked and only could see wooden doors.
Why the metal door?
Curiosity, as usual, grasped her in it’s hold, moving her limbs to stand and turn, pushing her hands against the cold steel. As soon as the door began to move and she peered around the corner she immediately did not regret the decision.
Decadence.
Pure and overwhelming decadence.
Over stuffed chairs, silk, crystal chandeliers casting their glow of candlelight onto the finest room Firenze had ever seen. In her life. Her mouth truly dropped and her eyes slowly took in everything. Not wanting to forget a single detail.
After her fill of the room, she began to feel self-conscious. Wild hair brushed her face as she looked to her slippered feet, the wrinkled skirt and blouse she’d donned and the dirt under her fingernails that she hadn’t been able to scrub free in the creek.
She didn’t feel like she belonged there, but the excitement in her craved for it. Yearned for it.
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