Arrival
Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 8:37 pm
A ship pulls up to the docks of Gobaith, and a long line of passengers disembark. Among them is a delicate figure lingering towards the end of the line, her stature unsure and curious as her head turns about, looking all around the docks.
She is average height for a human woman, and a thin, delicate figure enhanced by the corset and bustier that make their presence known beneath her petticoats by the narrowing of her pretty waist and the soft white curve of her breasts that are slightly exposed above the white lace of her fine dress.
Her dress is a cream color, with trim in fairest pink and spring green. Her hair extends about halfway down her back, and is pulled half-back, the other half of it flowing loose about her shoulders. It is the color of straw, and her hazel eyes look all around at the island as she walks.
Her pretty, delicate features seem to be searching out someone.
'How I'm to find a man whom I only know by name, 'tis beyond me,' she says quietly to herself. She sighs a little, and walking along she gives the impression of being caught in a daydream. She looks down once at her dress, and sighs quietly once more 'My finest dress, by far, yet I don't think it's fine enough for a wedding. I suppose that will be up to Ferdinand...'
And she continues her dreamlike walk until she reaches a crossing, with signs pointing in three different directions.
The girl studies the signs, frowning, but to no avail. 'If only I knew what these letters were trying to tell me,' she murmers, and then picks a direction at random, setting off.
She is average height for a human woman, and a thin, delicate figure enhanced by the corset and bustier that make their presence known beneath her petticoats by the narrowing of her pretty waist and the soft white curve of her breasts that are slightly exposed above the white lace of her fine dress.
Her dress is a cream color, with trim in fairest pink and spring green. Her hair extends about halfway down her back, and is pulled half-back, the other half of it flowing loose about her shoulders. It is the color of straw, and her hazel eyes look all around at the island as she walks.
Her pretty, delicate features seem to be searching out someone.
'How I'm to find a man whom I only know by name, 'tis beyond me,' she says quietly to herself. She sighs a little, and walking along she gives the impression of being caught in a daydream. She looks down once at her dress, and sighs quietly once more 'My finest dress, by far, yet I don't think it's fine enough for a wedding. I suppose that will be up to Ferdinand...'
And she continues her dreamlike walk until she reaches a crossing, with signs pointing in three different directions.
The girl studies the signs, frowning, but to no avail. 'If only I knew what these letters were trying to tell me,' she murmers, and then picks a direction at random, setting off.