Post by Evelyn Moore on May 13, 2011 18:51:43 GMT -6
Evelyn wasn't certain what inspired her to take a trip to Littlewood that day; maybe it was the months of solitude in her little library wearing down upon her, or the relentless insomnia the plagued her that morning, or the simple need to be out and about. Either way, just as the dawn was breaking, the servant girl borrowed a dapple-grey horse from the Court's stables and made her way leisurely to Littlewood. Her trip had been a relatively pleasant one, though it took some getting used to traveling by day. She had nearly forgotten the sun and it had long forgotten her, leaving her skin a porcelain white from lack of it's touch, almost as pale as that of her Masters. Her numerous freckles stood out on her cheeks and hands, the rest of her covered with a long simple cotton gown, red corset and black hooded cloak. Nearly all of her wardrobe was as simple; she had grown quite adept and blending into the background. It was a good survival mechanism in her world, make yourself useful and don't stand out. Her whole life was molded around this premise, and outwardly she represented it beautifully.
Inward she was much the same, with a few exceptions. Her high intelligence made her quite thoughtful, and she had a calculated opinion on nearly everything she witnessed, even if she kept it to herself. She was also not average in her experience, though not in the way you may think. While she had read about nearly every possible event, she had experienced almost none of it. She was like a teen who could pass the written exam for their license flawlessly, but would fail the driving part time and time again. Unfortunately this was a bit of a problem, as her lack of experience led her to believe otherwise. While she looked down on few (she herself was only a servant, after all), she often felt she could do better than them if given the chance. Like she could hold any profession or office and be quite successful; after all, she knew the "how," right? But because of her quiet life of servitude, this had yet to be tested.
Arriving in town quiet early in order to make the most of the day, Evelyn left her horse at a rented stable, opting to take the town on foot. She wore good leather boots today in case there was rain, and though the ground was slightly damp the sun was beginning to shine and any problems with muck would likely be gone by lunchtime. ...Lunch. Evelyn had forgotten to bring anything to eat. She sighed, usually she was more calculated than that. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. That was a problem for later however, now she would explore.
It was Market Day, and much of the town was aflutter with commerce. Men shouted in the streets, advertising their wares, women worked to cook and clean for their families and customers. The rich and poor alike were out in droves, looking for deals on anything they could need or want. Children ran to and fro in groups, laughing and playing. Evelyn brushed her firey red hair back and took it all in. The Citadel was always so quiet, ignoring the occasional screams. The square was buzzing with activity, sights, sounds and smells. It was almost making her dizzy, but she refocused on a vendor in the distance, one she remembered from her last trip out. He was known to occasionally have a book or two.. not always something she had never seen but sometimes there were gems. The servant took a deep breath and started her way through the bustling crowd towards her prize.
Inward she was much the same, with a few exceptions. Her high intelligence made her quite thoughtful, and she had a calculated opinion on nearly everything she witnessed, even if she kept it to herself. She was also not average in her experience, though not in the way you may think. While she had read about nearly every possible event, she had experienced almost none of it. She was like a teen who could pass the written exam for their license flawlessly, but would fail the driving part time and time again. Unfortunately this was a bit of a problem, as her lack of experience led her to believe otherwise. While she looked down on few (she herself was only a servant, after all), she often felt she could do better than them if given the chance. Like she could hold any profession or office and be quite successful; after all, she knew the "how," right? But because of her quiet life of servitude, this had yet to be tested.
Arriving in town quiet early in order to make the most of the day, Evelyn left her horse at a rented stable, opting to take the town on foot. She wore good leather boots today in case there was rain, and though the ground was slightly damp the sun was beginning to shine and any problems with muck would likely be gone by lunchtime. ...Lunch. Evelyn had forgotten to bring anything to eat. She sighed, usually she was more calculated than that. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. That was a problem for later however, now she would explore.
It was Market Day, and much of the town was aflutter with commerce. Men shouted in the streets, advertising their wares, women worked to cook and clean for their families and customers. The rich and poor alike were out in droves, looking for deals on anything they could need or want. Children ran to and fro in groups, laughing and playing. Evelyn brushed her firey red hair back and took it all in. The Citadel was always so quiet, ignoring the occasional screams. The square was buzzing with activity, sights, sounds and smells. It was almost making her dizzy, but she refocused on a vendor in the distance, one she remembered from her last trip out. He was known to occasionally have a book or two.. not always something she had never seen but sometimes there were gems. The servant took a deep breath and started her way through the bustling crowd towards her prize.