Post by Mira Nightingale on Jun 21, 2006 20:22:08 GMT -5
It was late afternoon, almost early evening, and Mira had gotten into another fight with her parents. They were trying to introduce her to some young man who was a merchant in the grain market, hoping for her to get married once again. After meeting the man, who had rather bad acne on his forehead, Mira had politely excused herself with the excuse that she didn’t feel well, and had snuck out of the house.
She hadn’t had time to change her clothing before she left her house, so she was still wearing the elaborate pink evening gown with soft lace trimming and silk overskirt, along with small, pink, slipper-like shoes, that she had met yet another suitor wearing. She felt a little overdressed as she was walking down the street, so had taken the first right and quickly hustled down to the library, the nearest public place she could go to at this time.
She had entered the library after waiting a minute to catch her breath, and had walked directly inside and started browsing the shelves, hiding herself from view from the main door incase one of her esteemed relatives came after her, demanding that she go back home.
She hadn’t had time to change her clothing before she left her house, so she was still wearing the elaborate pink evening gown with soft lace trimming and silk overskirt, along with small, pink, slipper-like shoes, that she had met yet another suitor wearing. She felt a little overdressed as she was walking down the street, so had taken the first right and quickly hustled down to the library, the nearest public place she could go to at this time.
She had entered the library after waiting a minute to catch her breath, and had walked directly inside and started browsing the shelves, hiding herself from view from the main door incase one of her esteemed relatives came after her, demanding that she go back home.
