The Ithanian hummed as she rested her palms on her cheeks, gazing at her reflection a moment before sticking her tongue out in a mock disgusted expression only to make herself laugh much like a child. The woman pulled her hands off her cheeks, the light makeup on them make her fingers a dusty red color. She brushed her hands off on her skirt before picking up a comb and pulling it through her wavy hair, her humming beginning again for the few moments that her attention were no where else but herself. As self-centered as it might seem, these were the rare moments she didn't concern herself with others. Her love hasn't yet picked a fight today, her shop hadn't burned to the ground, and no one was trying to destroy her sketchbooks so for the traveler, all that concerned her in those moments was finding herself a cup of tea.
She flicked her hair behind her shoulder before turning, moving across the room to rest a small kiss on her love's cheek before exiting the room and estate. An estate, she mused, how funny for a commoner like her. The perks with finding her other half in a nobleman. The woman folded her hands in front of her, strolling with ease through the early morning park, breathing in the mid-October air, the coming chill just on the edges of the grass, dew beginning to make its return as the city cooled. The woman listened to the morning; wind-blown leaves rustling, the murmuring of voices inside homes as their occupants began to wake and the occasional cry of a whiny tot, unhappy for having been wakened with the sun by their mothers. The latter brought a small smile to the woman's face, remembering when she herself were so ungrateful, not wishing to see the lovely morning like she saw now. How many did she miss in her days as a child? Hundreds.
By the time she reached her tearoom, Clementine's arms were covered in goosebumps, she made a note to herself to wear a coat on the coming mornings. It would be shame if she got herself and Tobie ill. She found herself into the kitchen of the tearoom, placing a teakettle full of water on heat to bring it to a boil before turning and resting her hands on the countertop, gazing out the tearoom and watching as the sun rose higher, clouds darkening the rising light occasional and slowly the city awoke.
Men and women made off to their jobs, some followed closely by children who were either theirs or wished to bother them with questions. The late night drinkers slipped from the Willow like shadows, returning to their Slum. Regalia yawned and rose from bed, finding herself alive again with the moonlights depart.
The Ithanian hummed as she rested her palms on her cheeks, gazing at her reflection a moment before sticking her tongue out in a mock disgusted expression only to make herself laugh much like a child. The woman pulled her hands off her cheeks, the light makeup on them make her fingers a dusty red color. She brushed her hands off on her skirt before picking up a comb and pulling it through her wavy hair, her humming beginning again for the few moments that her attention were no where else but herself. As self-centered as it might seem, these were the rare moments she didn't concern herself with others. Her love hasn't yet picked a fight today, her shop hadn't burned to the ground, and no one was trying to destroy her sketchbooks so for the traveler, all that concerned her in those moments was finding herself a cup of tea.
She flicked her hair behind her shoulder before turning, moving across the room to rest a small kiss on her love's cheek before exiting the room and estate. An estate, she mused, how funny for a commoner like her. The perks with finding her other half in a nobleman. The woman folded her hands in front of her, strolling with ease through the early morning park, breathing in the mid-October air, the coming chill just on the edges of the grass, dew beginning to make its return as the city cooled. The woman listened to the morning; wind-blown leaves rustling, the murmuring of voices inside homes as their occupants began to wake and the occasional cry of a whiny tot, unhappy for having been wakened with the sun by their mothers. The latter brought a small smile to the woman's face, remembering when she herself were so ungrateful, not wishing to see the lovely morning like she saw now. How many did she miss in her days as a child? Hundreds.
By the time she reached her tearoom, Clementine's arms were covered in goosebumps, she made a note to herself to wear a coat on the coming mornings. It would be shame if she got herself and Tobie ill. She found herself into the kitchen of the tearoom, placing a teakettle full of water on heat to bring it to a boil before turning and resting her hands on the countertop, gazing out the tearoom and watching as the sun rose higher, clouds darkening the rising light occasional and slowly the city awoke.
Men and women made off to their jobs, some followed closely by children who were either theirs or wished to bother them with questions. The late night drinkers slipped from the Willow like shadows, returning to their Slum. Regalia yawned and rose from bed, finding herself alive again with the moonlights depart.
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