Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 23:13:11 GMT -5
The Sandoval princess was forced to admit it, the Boredelaix markets were truly a sight to behold. It was one of the major centers of trade in the entire kingdom, and it seemed a person could find anything they wanted there. A treasure trove just waiting for the young lady of fine taster to plunder. Yet, for this venture the woman needed to stay focused on purchasing items necessary for her upcoming, or at least put in the orders. Perhaps she ought to bring in her sister for some of the decision making, but Angelia would trust her taste. The younger sister was smart enough to bring back only samples for some of the bigger purchases.
With a list in hand, her maid and guards in tow, Maricela was wandering down the market streets stopping at any and all shops that caught her eye. At each stop she would be certain her young ladies maid Effy would jot down the name of the shop in her little cheat book along with short description of wares. There would be times the lady would have to come back on more urgent matters and simply wouldn't have time to wander. Strutting through the market herself in a vibrant blue gown with deep purple accents on the square collar of the dress the lady had made sure to stand out in the crowds. The dress was another of her designs with the shorter sleeves barely covering her shoulders as light sheer blue fabric flowed out from the end stopping just above her elbows to keep her appearance somewhat modest. Her hair was braided along the front and wrapped back at her neck in a coiled bun let her own natural waves accent her pale skin. If there was a hair piece, or jewels that suited the lady's fancy she would purchase them on a whim. One never knew just who else was out shopping in the market, or what casual social encounter she could find.
Spinning her white lace parasol over her shoulder the young woman floated over to a stall where an elderly woman was selling a variety of fabrics. The woman paused turning towards her young maid before going to hand the girl her parasol, "Hold this Effy..." The young maid was startled by the sudden insert of the parasol in her hand as she held it above her lady's head as to block the sun from Cela's delicate skin. The Sandoval on the other hand had every trust in the fact the young lady would rise to such an occasion as her fingers deftly sorted through the fabrics. Perhaps she could make some new dresses, or vests out of some of these? And there would have to be the costumes she would have to think about.
Daniela Savarese
With a list in hand, her maid and guards in tow, Maricela was wandering down the market streets stopping at any and all shops that caught her eye. At each stop she would be certain her young ladies maid Effy would jot down the name of the shop in her little cheat book along with short description of wares. There would be times the lady would have to come back on more urgent matters and simply wouldn't have time to wander. Strutting through the market herself in a vibrant blue gown with deep purple accents on the square collar of the dress the lady had made sure to stand out in the crowds. The dress was another of her designs with the shorter sleeves barely covering her shoulders as light sheer blue fabric flowed out from the end stopping just above her elbows to keep her appearance somewhat modest. Her hair was braided along the front and wrapped back at her neck in a coiled bun let her own natural waves accent her pale skin. If there was a hair piece, or jewels that suited the lady's fancy she would purchase them on a whim. One never knew just who else was out shopping in the market, or what casual social encounter she could find.
Spinning her white lace parasol over her shoulder the young woman floated over to a stall where an elderly woman was selling a variety of fabrics. The woman paused turning towards her young maid before going to hand the girl her parasol, "Hold this Effy..." The young maid was startled by the sudden insert of the parasol in her hand as she held it above her lady's head as to block the sun from Cela's delicate skin. The Sandoval on the other hand had every trust in the fact the young lady would rise to such an occasion as her fingers deftly sorted through the fabrics. Perhaps she could make some new dresses, or vests out of some of these? And there would have to be the costumes she would have to think about.
Daniela Savarese