"Like a carriage, that's lost it's horse. Like a ship, that's lost it's sail. Like an escort, that's lost their legs. I cannot breath, I cannot see, and I cannot hear. Spirit help me."
The woman chanted in a whisper as she sat on the cobble by her Aunt's front door. Rain poured down on her knotted brown locks, dripping onto her eyelashes and her dress, forcing her firm, large stomach to show through the thin layer of fabric she called her night gown. Her breathing was hitched and uneven, as if the wind had left her lungs.
She cried out after chanting, her voice echoing through the empty streets. She felt so empty, so alone, so worthless, so bored. Yet, she had so much to be thankful for. Selfish, some call it. Some call it depressed, which is what she was.
As the woman fell to her knees, her hands reached out to grasp the doorknob. She shook it and turned it, but nothing budged. She let out another cry, dropping her hands and falling flat on the stone. She laid there, on the cold, wet, hard rock. Just quiet. No more crying, yelling, chanting. Just quiet. It was quite frightening to the naked eye, some might say. She needed to find something to do, someone to seek, someone to love. "I'm going to do something about this." She muttered through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.
- A few days later, lol. -
A letter was posted on notice boards in New and Old Town, and the envelopes was sent to some Commoners and a few Noble families from an unknown address and resource. It read -
"Ladies and gentlemen of Regalia, I've cone to you today with a special request. Looking for love, is what I am. Now this might seem quite personal, but I'd like to ask any single and looking man or woman to meet me, your unknown female, at the small, hidden park just next to The Great Cathedral on Saturday, June 1st at six o' clock in the evening. (EST). Remember, I shall trade your visit and interest with a flexible time frame, and wine with biscuits! I'd love to meet all you lovely men and women out there who are looking for love! I shall pick one person and letter them back with acceptance, and further ideas for scheduling a next meetup.
Signed, Christine de Breveux."
The woman chanted in a whisper as she sat on the cobble by her Aunt's front door. Rain poured down on her knotted brown locks, dripping onto her eyelashes and her dress, forcing her firm, large stomach to show through the thin layer of fabric she called her night gown. Her breathing was hitched and uneven, as if the wind had left her lungs.
She cried out after chanting, her voice echoing through the empty streets. She felt so empty, so alone, so worthless, so bored. Yet, she had so much to be thankful for. Selfish, some call it. Some call it depressed, which is what she was.
As the woman fell to her knees, her hands reached out to grasp the doorknob. She shook it and turned it, but nothing budged. She let out another cry, dropping her hands and falling flat on the stone. She laid there, on the cold, wet, hard rock. Just quiet. No more crying, yelling, chanting. Just quiet. It was quite frightening to the naked eye, some might say. She needed to find something to do, someone to seek, someone to love. "I'm going to do something about this." She muttered through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.
- A few days later, lol. -
A letter was posted on notice boards in New and Old Town, and the envelopes was sent to some Commoners and a few Noble families from an unknown address and resource. It read -
"Ladies and gentlemen of Regalia, I've cone to you today with a special request. Looking for love, is what I am. Now this might seem quite personal, but I'd like to ask any single and looking man or woman to meet me, your unknown female, at the small, hidden park just next to The Great Cathedral on Saturday, June 1st at six o' clock in the evening. (EST). Remember, I shall trade your visit and interest with a flexible time frame, and wine with biscuits! I'd love to meet all you lovely men and women out there who are looking for love! I shall pick one person and letter them back with acceptance, and further ideas for scheduling a next meetup.
Signed, Christine de Breveux."
