Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 22:45:05 GMT -5
Rosalinda’s eyes narrowed as she watched yet another person walk past, seemingly oblivious to the two beautiful Ladies sat on a bench nearby. They were on a bench, just beyond the great fountain in the courtyard by the palace, she and her cousin Maricela. Their Lady’s maids were somewhere, perhaps also socializing, but currently not involved in the bit of socializing the Sandoval women were indulging.The passerby seemed unimportant, they were alone and not dressed in any manner that Rosa would ever consider being seen in. It wasn’t dirty, but it wasn’t grand, either. Still, she watched the person head into the castle, and disappear from view.
“Well. Seems the Deverauxs must be truly desperate for friends, if they indulge conversation with all the riffraff,” she said, with a clear scoff to her tone, one hand vaguely pointing in the direction where the sole traveler had been. “Do you know who that was?” She asked of Cela, wondering if perhaps she recognized the person that Rosa hadn’t. They didn’t seem a commoner, but then clearly they were also no one of importance.
Rosa was wearing a beautiful rich blue dress, with black trim and lighter blues to accent. It was of course tailed to her perfect size, shaping her body just so. Her hair was worn up, given the heat of the outdoors, though the summer was slowly abating. Her shoes were black also, as well as a neck piece she’d recently purchased, with a gem of the same blue hung in the middle, in a tear-shaped cut. She’d gotten the jeweller’s name and location from Cela herself, who had come home more than once with enviable jewelry.
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Maricela Sandoval
“Well. Seems the Deverauxs must be truly desperate for friends, if they indulge conversation with all the riffraff,” she said, with a clear scoff to her tone, one hand vaguely pointing in the direction where the sole traveler had been. “Do you know who that was?” She asked of Cela, wondering if perhaps she recognized the person that Rosa hadn’t. They didn’t seem a commoner, but then clearly they were also no one of importance.
Rosa was wearing a beautiful rich blue dress, with black trim and lighter blues to accent. It was of course tailed to her perfect size, shaping her body just so. Her hair was worn up, given the heat of the outdoors, though the summer was slowly abating. Her shoes were black also, as well as a neck piece she’d recently purchased, with a gem of the same blue hung in the middle, in a tear-shaped cut. She’d gotten the jeweller’s name and location from Cela herself, who had come home more than once with enviable jewelry.
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Maricela Sandoval