Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2015 13:22:01 GMT -5
There were two sayings in life that Lia remembered her father saying more often than he spoke other poetic thoughts. The first was “to take the bull by the horns”, which when she was younger she had considered literal and had tried to grab hold of a bull that nearly ended her in the medical ward with a speared body. Fortunately, she was a whippet of a thing and her cousin Nino had noticed quickly enough to pull her away and save her the trampling. The second of those two was “live for the moment for tomorrow will never come and yesterday will be too late”. She had never understood that one, not as a child. But here in Bordelaix the world seemed full of people who believed that saying and took heed of it each day. Everything was always so busy and seemed so full of life and energy.
It was not something she was use too and it made her most very nervous. So, after a brief walk through the market she had ducked down a side street to lean against the walls and catch her breath. Lia, a beautiful woman, so naturally, was alone for once. She had insisted to her guards that she needed to do the occasional thing alone. They had stopped at the end of the street and agreed to let her make the circle on her own where she would return to them later. But now, overwhelmed, she pressed herself back into the stone and closed her hazel eyes.
Five foot nothing, she was petite and slender. Slight, thin and gently bronzed skin, she is a sun-kissed goddess of a girl. For beautiful than her natural appeal was the clothes she wore. But they were unlike those of the other ladies and indeed the other countesses. They were long and flowing, layered skirts and tops rather than dresses. The rainbow of colours dressed her skirts, which were slit up the left side to reveal riding boots and her bodice was plain brown. It matched the tan colour of the floppy hat she wore. If there was anything more impressive than her clothing it was the plethora of bangles worn on each wrist.
Pausing, the girl muttered words of strength to herself and took time to catch her breath and calm her mind as it raced in panic. Breathing, chest rising and falling slowly, she seemed momentarily oblivious to the world around her.
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Arturo Montefiore
It was not something she was use too and it made her most very nervous. So, after a brief walk through the market she had ducked down a side street to lean against the walls and catch her breath. Lia, a beautiful woman, so naturally, was alone for once. She had insisted to her guards that she needed to do the occasional thing alone. They had stopped at the end of the street and agreed to let her make the circle on her own where she would return to them later. But now, overwhelmed, she pressed herself back into the stone and closed her hazel eyes.
Five foot nothing, she was petite and slender. Slight, thin and gently bronzed skin, she is a sun-kissed goddess of a girl. For beautiful than her natural appeal was the clothes she wore. But they were unlike those of the other ladies and indeed the other countesses. They were long and flowing, layered skirts and tops rather than dresses. The rainbow of colours dressed her skirts, which were slit up the left side to reveal riding boots and her bodice was plain brown. It matched the tan colour of the floppy hat she wore. If there was anything more impressive than her clothing it was the plethora of bangles worn on each wrist.
Pausing, the girl muttered words of strength to herself and took time to catch her breath and calm her mind as it raced in panic. Breathing, chest rising and falling slowly, she seemed momentarily oblivious to the world around her.
~~
Arturo Montefiore