Faraeh was used to the hustle and bustle of urban life, she had grown up in the city after all- though, to be fair, she was hardly able to crawl about the slums and the like. She was a lady and ladies didn’t do such things. She could see the red face of her governess in her mind’s eye- Miss Gonvagn- and bit back the chuckle that threatened to spill over when she recalled the tongue lashing she had gotten after one too many of her dresses had been spoiled by engaging in the rowdy antics of her older brothers. She offered the well-dressed gentleman- a man of stature no doubt!- her most winning smile, accented by the dimples at the corners of her mouth. She knew it was a lovely smile (she had been told many a time, thank you). In fact, she knew in general that she had a pleasing disposition, fair skinned and haired, unmarred by the stress that often plagued the lowerclass. Unfortunate for them, truly, but Faraeh did not worry too much about that which she couldn’t see.
“Fareah Mot Selcouth,” she greeted him brightly, pulling at the opposing sides of her pale peach skirt to flair it in a way that made the curtsy she offered him look deeper than it actually was. “What else would bring from home if not the call to something new?” Her reply was light and teasing, joking as if she knew this man beyond this one chance encounter. The young woman straightened from her dip, smoothing the folds of her dress back into place.
“I dare say,” she continued, eyeing the stranger with a calculating gaze that perhaps didn’t fit the otherwise careless atmosphere that wrapped around Faraeh like shawl. “that you are here to guide me to this ‘something new’. Am I correct?” With that, she would hold her arm out, expecting the gentleman- if he was a gentleman- to lead her to her next great adventure.
Recommended Comments