Post by Kaotic on Mar 26, 2012 15:54:12 GMT -5
Attella pulled her Ivory silk overrobe tight around her ice blue silk gown. She'd never dreamed that the towns folk would be so antagonistic towards the wealthy. It made her wonder just how her mother and fellow aristocratic nobles had treated the people here. She scowled at the idea of an entire town subjected to the will of her mother and those like her.
She sleeked around a corner, trying her best to avoid detection of anyone with a bright idea of how fun it could be to harass and bully the naive young noble to be. She had no idea of where exactly her destination would turn out to be, but hoped she'd find a place to rest eventually. The whispers only got her as far as the exit from the hidden tunnels beneath her estate; they'd gone quiet and she'd been fruitless in her attempts to elicit further assistance from them.
She cursed as she saw a group of locals walking her way. She dearly wished the whispers had been kind enough to warn her that she'd need a guise to explore the city. Her vivid icy blue locks flowed free and silky with slender curls and a sent of wild flowers and expensive bathing oils. She'd taken her elaborate braids and pin-work out as soon as she realized they identified her for the brutish treatment of the rich. She whimpered as she prayed for a way out of this maze of trouble.
She glanced at the group as they got closer. She desperately needed to blend; She needed to look like them. She looked at their simple colorless cloths and wished to exchange her attire for some like theirs. She gathered the Ivory silk in her hands. She couldn't reveal her drastic gowns, but her fluttering Ivory, nearly transparent, silk overrobe with shimmering gold embroidery was so beautiful it could never be mistaken for anything but Stormwing's finest. She turned her back to the group and hoped they wouldn't notice her uncalled-for extravagance.
OOC: Open for whomever wnts to play
FYI; Stormwing's is a brand that caters exclusivly to the wealthy and or royalty...
She sleeked around a corner, trying her best to avoid detection of anyone with a bright idea of how fun it could be to harass and bully the naive young noble to be. She had no idea of where exactly her destination would turn out to be, but hoped she'd find a place to rest eventually. The whispers only got her as far as the exit from the hidden tunnels beneath her estate; they'd gone quiet and she'd been fruitless in her attempts to elicit further assistance from them.
She cursed as she saw a group of locals walking her way. She dearly wished the whispers had been kind enough to warn her that she'd need a guise to explore the city. Her vivid icy blue locks flowed free and silky with slender curls and a sent of wild flowers and expensive bathing oils. She'd taken her elaborate braids and pin-work out as soon as she realized they identified her for the brutish treatment of the rich. She whimpered as she prayed for a way out of this maze of trouble.
She glanced at the group as they got closer. She desperately needed to blend; She needed to look like them. She looked at their simple colorless cloths and wished to exchange her attire for some like theirs. She gathered the Ivory silk in her hands. She couldn't reveal her drastic gowns, but her fluttering Ivory, nearly transparent, silk overrobe with shimmering gold embroidery was so beautiful it could never be mistaken for anything but Stormwing's finest. She turned her back to the group and hoped they wouldn't notice her uncalled-for extravagance.
OOC: Open for whomever wnts to play
FYI; Stormwing's is a brand that caters exclusivly to the wealthy and or royalty...