Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 19:25:33 GMT -5
Martine would never consider herself religious in the traditional sense of the word, but she did enjoy spending time in the Lotus quarter. The serene tranquility the Princess of the second line found there was a welcome relief to the challenges she faced in her daily life. Her brother leaving for Vasile, the growing conflict in her own family, and the uncertainty that was her future were only some of the troubles on her mind. Even the art that came so naturally to her, the creation of music, was being blocked by an impassable wall. The longing to escape the world of the capital danced through the young woman’s heart although oddly there were other desires that were quickly replacing it. There had been several people who as of late had been grating on the princesses nerves, and so much so that Martine had indeed came very close to cracking from her perfect shell.
Thus the journey towards the church grounds was something that was indeed necessary for the lady to hopefully find some peace once more. Perhaps listening to the chants of the priests would be enough for Martine to find herself inspired to play again? Or maybe she could at the very least feel enough conviction that she stop wishing a quick death to come reaping for her brother…
Finding herself in the courtyard of the church the lady found herself admiring a stone statue against the beautiful architecture of the building. And while it was obvious that Martine was not a priestess of the church her clothing did not boldly scream of her rank. She had chosen a dress of white with pale purple flowers embroidered on the bodice of the garment. The sides of her blonde hair were neatly clipped back with pearl barrettes while the rest of her hair flowed effortless down her back. Over her shoulders her delicate fingers loosely fingered the ivory handle of a white parasol to keep the fall sun from burning her pale skin.
OPEN!
Thus the journey towards the church grounds was something that was indeed necessary for the lady to hopefully find some peace once more. Perhaps listening to the chants of the priests would be enough for Martine to find herself inspired to play again? Or maybe she could at the very least feel enough conviction that she stop wishing a quick death to come reaping for her brother…
Finding herself in the courtyard of the church the lady found herself admiring a stone statue against the beautiful architecture of the building. And while it was obvious that Martine was not a priestess of the church her clothing did not boldly scream of her rank. She had chosen a dress of white with pale purple flowers embroidered on the bodice of the garment. The sides of her blonde hair were neatly clipped back with pearl barrettes while the rest of her hair flowed effortless down her back. Over her shoulders her delicate fingers loosely fingered the ivory handle of a white parasol to keep the fall sun from burning her pale skin.
OPEN!