All in Due Time

Maricela Sandoval was the rightful heir of Bordelaix and she knew it. And yet, despite these feelings of usurping the crown for herself, she found herself wandering through their marketplace, looking at their people's wares, all to make her a new gown. She stopped at various different stands, collecting gemstones and ribbons and threads of all kinds. Her guard were standing at the ready, but giving the exiled princess her space for even they were not safe from her wrath. The wrath she felt now would only be eased by either a) some sort of maiming of the offender or b) she had to dive into her designs and create a new gown for this evening. Earlier this morning as she had woken up and went on her daily stride to enjoy the morning sunlight, one of the lesser of the Deveraux clan had cut her off, turned their heads towards her, and sneered an ugly remark in her direction about 'cows should be in the barn'. If she had been anywhere else, if she would have had the opportunity, that cousin would no longer be in Bordelaix (or anywhere) anymore. But instead, she took a higher ground she did not wish to take, and so she brought herself here. The shopkeepers could tell, they handed her her items and made no small talk. No inquiries to her day, to her projects, nothing. Just an exchange of goods and she was off again. Her finally place had been the fabrics, where she knew the shopkeep well and had a sort of...friendship...building with her. She seemed the only one brave enough to come forward to speak with Maricela, and it helped ease the disgruntled feelings in her mind enough to find the best sky blue fabric for a new vision. And with that, she was off.

ooc| My god this was awful...I'll get better...xD