Pondering within to the walls of the city, Aelfgifu seemingly swayed more fervently than the waves she had just departed- attempting to write upon the vessel seemingly was a poor choice, her porcelain skin slightly green from sea-sickness. Albeit, the journey had caused the girl some grief, she would begin to depart the dock, making her way through a new sea of satin, gold and a variety of colours that caused her eyes to squint. Her hands were clasped around a small, leatherbound book, escaping a messenger bag strung by twine and faith! withering at the seams. Upon her journey, she had drifted in and out of the bazaar, into a world of pink and clouds; although, when in the middle of her softening thoughts, she had found herself halted. Already nauseous from the voyage, the man's lavish repulsiveness caused her to look him up and down twice over, orange lashes fluttering in its own silent judgement. Opening her lips, the woman's voice fluttered, yet bit at the end of every word "Oh my good sir, that is for me to know, and you to ponder.". Taking a fast dismissal, the woman would stride forward, cocking her head back sharply to investigate once again, as her face sharpened into disdain, her conclusion was visible as she departed with elegance and impoliteness.
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