Post by Sophia Tesoro on Jul 2, 2016 23:08:08 GMT -5
Sophie was on her own today. Giulia did not have a good night, so with the morning, Sophie brought breakfast and some of the tea blend reserved to help block the dreams and grant sleep to her sister. She sat with Giulia while her twin ate and drank the tea, then held Giulia's hand until her sister fell into a dreamless, peaceful sleep before slipping out of the room. Unwilling to risk disturbing Giulia, Sophie had gone to find either Annabella or Santino, knowing they were deemed acceptable substitutes when it came to keeping the proverbial leach on her. Alas, both had already left the house, going about their own business. And that left Sophie in a dangerous state indeed.
She gave herself a firm talking to, of course, before she left the house. Shoes were on her feet, her dress covered her decently and was appropriate for the weather, her hair was tied back in a simple tail at her nape. Just as Giulia always made sure of before they went out, Sophie told herself. Surely she could come to no harm in taking a walk through the city! There was inspiration out in those streets, just waiting to be discovered. True, she took a small pouch with a few coins in it against a possible impulse to buy some fruit or some pretty little thing to make her sister smile, but no vast sums or suggestion that she was eminently worth robbing.
Slipping out of the Tesoro house, Sophie set off cheerfully, her blue eyes wide as she avidly drank in the sights, scents and sounds around her. However, in typical Sophie fashion, she paid scant attention to where exactly she was walking. Moving out of the Lavender Quarter to meander through the markets, the eccentric blonde surrendered to her sudden idea of doing something nice for the poorer children. Purchasing a basket full of cookies and little pastries, she wandered down into the Lilac Quarter, seemingly oblivious to the gazes of those who called it home as she handed out a cookie to each child she saw.
Humming to herself, Sophie decided to sit down on one of the stoops and let the children come to her, laughing as they patted her hair and chattered at her a mile a minute while she distributed her sweets to them, unaware of the suspicious looks and whispers going on around her.
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Rowan Gardiner