[5th day of summer 508.a.v.]
[Ravok]
[The Noble District & City Center]
[Early Morning to Late Evening]
Arrival to Ravok was something Amelia could have only dreamed of in the past, she never thought that her mother would allow it, or that she would even be able to do it if given permission. Yet now, she lived her dream, she was at her father’s house and everything was so easy. Here, in the city of canals and the black sun, Amelia had herself a soft bed with fine sheets and her father promised to buy her better clothing, she ate regularly and was not asked to work, she had a window. Each day when she woke up, she would be expecting to be back in the citadel…
This day was no different, as the pale girl woke up and opened her big black eyes, she expected to be welcomed by torchlight, a lamp or some other form of artificial light that she was used to in her home in Syliras…but no, the warm light of the sun, the natural light of the world entered through the window. With a bright smile the girl jumped out of her bed, only to rush towards the trunk at the end of her bed, there she had placed most of her clothing. It was hard to find something truly nice looking, as compared to the fine things her father wore; she still looked like a servant.
It toke her some time, but she managed to find a lovely dress. This was one of those dresses that you would see her wearing on a special event, not because it would be made of silk or had gold in it, but because it was fitted better for her body, it was clean and if nobody touched it to actual feel the fabric, it could be pulled off as something of relevant value.
With that out of the way, Amelia toke her makeup, the only thing she couldn’t see herself leave without. Carefully she prepped her face with white powder, using her cheap powder-puff to blend it out towards her neck. The powder had destroyed any definition her face had, leaving it with only her black eyes to identify it as a face, rather than a white sheet. She toke a darker colored powder, and with gentle, soft strokes began drawing in lines of her face, around the sides of her nose, the bottom of it to make it look smaller. She ran it a bit below the cheekbones and blended out and upwards towards the hairline, some more shading around the forehead, and she once more looked human.
With a black colored pencil, she filled in her brows, not really reshaping them, just following the natural shape. With the same black color, she colored her upper lash line, making the line thick but steady with a small wing towards the end. Trying to make an identical line on her left eye was a change, but with the second attempt she did it. This line was not as steady, but unless someone bothered, she doubted that they would notice any difference. Some black color to the eyelashes. Amelia’s natural pale pink-ish lips were soon covered by a layer of dark, almost wine red tint that she applied with precision, using a small brush. Not seeing a need to cheat, she didn’t see a need to change her natural lip shape. For the last touch, she finished her look with combing through her hair repeatedly and letting it fall lose behind her back. With a smile, she went down to see her father once more.
The pale girl was welcomed by the smell of fresh baked bread that tempted her to run towards it, rather than walk gracefully. Entering the dining area she saw her father. This man was clearly the image of confidence and almost feminine grace, something about the way he moved his arms and carried himself…it just was hard not to look at him, not to be amazed. And when he spoke, you wanted to make the world go mute. ”Amelia?” with that simple word, Amelia was awakened from her dream like state and smiled at her father with a light blush building up on her skin under all of the make-up she had ”yes?” ”for a chime I thought you were dreaming with your eyes open” the man explained as he sat down by the round, dark wood table, with his hand indicating for the girl to sit as well.
When she sat down, she was not sure with what to begin, the soft looking sweet breads, the unusual to her paste that had a dark color, the fruit or sweets, so she just awkwardly sat and looked at the cup of tea she had in front of her. ”you don’t like any of this?” her father asked as he toke a sip of his coffee, the truth was, her father was not fully informed how she and her mother lived back in Syliras…all of this was unusual to her, and she didn’t want to admit that most of the fruit she hadn’t tasted before, that fresh bread was not something she ate in the mornings, if she ate at all…not because she didn’t want to, but because it was expensive to buy bread in the mornings. ”no, I do, I’m just not hungry” the girl explained as she toke one of the few familiar looking fruits and began cutting it. ”that’s not right, we have a long day ahead of us, you should eat” his words were full of concern, but his voice was quite cold, emotionless…but she liked it that way.Following her father’s instruction, Amelia began eating, not sure when would the next time she ate be. Then again, she had a guess it would sooner than her schedule back in Syliras.
”so what big plans do we have for today?” she tried sounding calm and collected, though excitement still managed to show through ”I want to show you around Ravok, properly” and with that, the amount of conversations they had by the table ended.
