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08.Aug.13, 06:47 AM
Andeleen - Assistant Headwoman of the Lord Holder's household
Unnamed daughters, 8 and 6
The sure, quiet steps of Andeleen carried her effortlessly through the crowded streets of Telgar as she made her way into the Market Place, her heavy winter skirts swirling around her ankles, the slightly raised heels of her boots clacking on the cobbled paths. On either side of her, clinging to her hands, two little girls trotted to keep up with their mother. Eight and six, their blonde hair hung in a loose sheet down to their waists, whipped about by the harsh winter breeze, while Andeleen's own was shorter, trimmed to rest just above her shoulders. Their little dresses were of a similar style, and small black boots kept their feet clean and tidy. Clearly a woman of some wealth, her children were obviously spoiled.
Andeleen had come a long way, from the lifestyle she had lived as a child herself, and being able to dress her daughters in the latest fashion was of quite some importance to the woman, who thoroughly enjoyed the lavish life she now lived, though she'd never forgotten the hardships of being born a peasant far from the Telgar region. That, too, was somewhere that life had brought her that she had no anticipated in her youth. She wouldn't change it, though, even with the harsh winter breeze that was blowing through the buildings and made walking difficult. She hauled on her youngest daughter's hand when the girl slipped, and helped to steady her before marching on. They had tasks to be completed, and Andeleen did not have all day to fuss around - unfortunately!
"In here, girls," Andeleen said crisply, pausing so her elder daughter could shove the door open bodily, and the little group almost fell into the shop. A small building, it was filled with many delicate trinkets, and carefully designed odds and ends. Most of it, of course, was simple dust gathering wastes of money, but Andeleen also knew that sometimes a true gem would pop up in the little gift shop, and that was why she was there. She released the hands of her girls, and let them slink around the shop, their hands folded in front of themselves as they looked but did not touch; just as they'd been taught. They whispered excitedly to one another, careful not to disturb the sparse few other occupants of the shop.
Andeleen brushed off her skirts and folded her own hands behind her back, peering around the shop for a moment to get a feel of who was there, before quietly walking in, moving around the outer edge first, and keeping her eyes peeled for the perfect gift.
Unnamed daughters, 8 and 6
The sure, quiet steps of Andeleen carried her effortlessly through the crowded streets of Telgar as she made her way into the Market Place, her heavy winter skirts swirling around her ankles, the slightly raised heels of her boots clacking on the cobbled paths. On either side of her, clinging to her hands, two little girls trotted to keep up with their mother. Eight and six, their blonde hair hung in a loose sheet down to their waists, whipped about by the harsh winter breeze, while Andeleen's own was shorter, trimmed to rest just above her shoulders. Their little dresses were of a similar style, and small black boots kept their feet clean and tidy. Clearly a woman of some wealth, her children were obviously spoiled.
Andeleen had come a long way, from the lifestyle she had lived as a child herself, and being able to dress her daughters in the latest fashion was of quite some importance to the woman, who thoroughly enjoyed the lavish life she now lived, though she'd never forgotten the hardships of being born a peasant far from the Telgar region. That, too, was somewhere that life had brought her that she had no anticipated in her youth. She wouldn't change it, though, even with the harsh winter breeze that was blowing through the buildings and made walking difficult. She hauled on her youngest daughter's hand when the girl slipped, and helped to steady her before marching on. They had tasks to be completed, and Andeleen did not have all day to fuss around - unfortunately!
"In here, girls," Andeleen said crisply, pausing so her elder daughter could shove the door open bodily, and the little group almost fell into the shop. A small building, it was filled with many delicate trinkets, and carefully designed odds and ends. Most of it, of course, was simple dust gathering wastes of money, but Andeleen also knew that sometimes a true gem would pop up in the little gift shop, and that was why she was there. She released the hands of her girls, and let them slink around the shop, their hands folded in front of themselves as they looked but did not touch; just as they'd been taught. They whispered excitedly to one another, careful not to disturb the sparse few other occupants of the shop.
Andeleen brushed off her skirts and folded her own hands behind her back, peering around the shop for a moment to get a feel of who was there, before quietly walking in, moving around the outer edge first, and keeping her eyes peeled for the perfect gift.
