1 A lost doe. [Social-Open] Wed May 02, 2018 5:45 pm
Tamae
D-rank
A bright hue dawned against the more mundane tones of the villages formation, offering a glimmer in the days shine. Within this vibrant morrow followed the faint hums of bustling streets, a busy market slab radiating in a lively nature. For what the village lacked in its sense of greenery, it was quickly made up in it buoyant structure. A larger sector of the stone canals was just booming in its business, the peek morning rush of trades and bargains. One would feel lost, if they had not been apart of the regimented manners of the market life. A stray figure, a form appearing odder in the sea of villagers, came to stumble and peddle through the crowds. Whether they were passing through or on a certain missive, one would never know. The ivory colours of the curved figures gown simply flowed about in the faint whistle of the passing winds, simply grasping to the fibers and guiding the woman with ease, as if it was her only convoy. Delicate digits came to curl about the brim of the cowl, tugging on the fabric to keep it over her visage. A small huff escaped the plump estuary, feeling her form push and pry against others as she’d nudge through the more hectic side of the road. That pudgy frame of hers began to struggle, clearly unused to the effervescent brio.
It didn’t take long before she found herself bumping into a more massed figure, her clumsy temperament well in play. A muted shrill escaped her lips as the whole five-foot four femme sundered down a top of her knees, sullying that once pristine chroma of her garb. Her hands, in the falter, jutted out to press the palms flat to the ground. A quick motion to catch herself from furthering embarrassing herself. In quick, she’d gather herself and rise to her short stature and simply spoke, her voice resonating in lull. "My apologies..". The statement was to the point, avoiding the conflict like the push over she truly was. She’d adjust her cloak and cowl and moved forth, a galvanized motion to escape the busy lot.
In the yonder, a dip in the road presented a chance to escape the bustling roads. Thusly so, she’d dart toward it. A dimmer aura haunted the alley path, providing a cooler atmosphere. A true blessing in the sudden push. Her hands rose once more, pressing beneath the cowls fabrics and twining into the raven coloured locks. Her extremities curled into clutching hold, tugging faintly at the roots of her tresses. Those doe-like hazel hues began to dart back and forth, a quick momentum to provide a thoughtful sway. It wasn’t long before her fingers unlatched and brushed through the thick of her cilium, tugging a few strands with it in a natural notion of the follicles. A small shake of her hands brought the filaments to curl against the stone ground. With that, she’d tilt her head back and just ease the stress of her new surroundings. Her chest rose and fell with glided ease, her breaths inhaling through her nostrils before exhaling though the plush lips. "I—I expected change to bring new challenges. But, blessed be if they don’t bring out the weakness in your mind." she spoke aloud, her thoughts escaping in that small tone of hers. She’d cant her head to the left before the right, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone whom would stroll across her path. She had become very wary of her voyage, an innate instinct conditioned in her mind.
A few minutes would come to pass before she’d muster the courage to escape that hiding spot of hers. She’d push herself off the wall and lightly stepped to the edge of the impasse, the connectivity between the busy street and tranquil alley. Her head swayed from one side to the other, checking the crowd before stepping forth, the shadows no longer husking over her. The woman adorned a long dress, a bit loose to her portly frame. The gown itself had a sweetheart neckline, embroidered with a lace pattern. It seemed tailored to be fairer in the look, something exotic. She was fashioned in alabaster, coming from a rather torrid place. She was clearly not from this place, it was very apparent. Her skin adorned a more sun kissed look to it, still pale in comparison to many others she came across. If anyone were to gleam closer, they’d see the gloss of her face littered in freckles, the rest of her pigments to follow par to the complexion. Those metacarpus’ came to press to her cowl, fingers once more taking that couture of the cowl once more. She’d continue down the busy streets, keeping an eye out for anything that may catch her attention.
Word Count: 820
Character Count: 4522
It didn’t take long before she found herself bumping into a more massed figure, her clumsy temperament well in play. A muted shrill escaped her lips as the whole five-foot four femme sundered down a top of her knees, sullying that once pristine chroma of her garb. Her hands, in the falter, jutted out to press the palms flat to the ground. A quick motion to catch herself from furthering embarrassing herself. In quick, she’d gather herself and rise to her short stature and simply spoke, her voice resonating in lull. "My apologies..". The statement was to the point, avoiding the conflict like the push over she truly was. She’d adjust her cloak and cowl and moved forth, a galvanized motion to escape the busy lot.
In the yonder, a dip in the road presented a chance to escape the bustling roads. Thusly so, she’d dart toward it. A dimmer aura haunted the alley path, providing a cooler atmosphere. A true blessing in the sudden push. Her hands rose once more, pressing beneath the cowls fabrics and twining into the raven coloured locks. Her extremities curled into clutching hold, tugging faintly at the roots of her tresses. Those doe-like hazel hues began to dart back and forth, a quick momentum to provide a thoughtful sway. It wasn’t long before her fingers unlatched and brushed through the thick of her cilium, tugging a few strands with it in a natural notion of the follicles. A small shake of her hands brought the filaments to curl against the stone ground. With that, she’d tilt her head back and just ease the stress of her new surroundings. Her chest rose and fell with glided ease, her breaths inhaling through her nostrils before exhaling though the plush lips. "I—I expected change to bring new challenges. But, blessed be if they don’t bring out the weakness in your mind." she spoke aloud, her thoughts escaping in that small tone of hers. She’d cant her head to the left before the right, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone whom would stroll across her path. She had become very wary of her voyage, an innate instinct conditioned in her mind.
A few minutes would come to pass before she’d muster the courage to escape that hiding spot of hers. She’d push herself off the wall and lightly stepped to the edge of the impasse, the connectivity between the busy street and tranquil alley. Her head swayed from one side to the other, checking the crowd before stepping forth, the shadows no longer husking over her. The woman adorned a long dress, a bit loose to her portly frame. The gown itself had a sweetheart neckline, embroidered with a lace pattern. It seemed tailored to be fairer in the look, something exotic. She was fashioned in alabaster, coming from a rather torrid place. She was clearly not from this place, it was very apparent. Her skin adorned a more sun kissed look to it, still pale in comparison to many others she came across. If anyone were to gleam closer, they’d see the gloss of her face littered in freckles, the rest of her pigments to follow par to the complexion. Those metacarpus’ came to press to her cowl, fingers once more taking that couture of the cowl once more. She’d continue down the busy streets, keeping an eye out for anything that may catch her attention.
Word Count: 820
Character Count: 4522