thread ; cian & seloria Who: Seloria & Cian What: Seloria's doing her usual volunteer work and runs into Cian. Where: Butcher Street Orphanage When: Libra 13 (10/05) - Early Morning Rating: PG Status: complete
Seloria had a few hours before her first appointment for a new home. The difference between the apartments she'd been introduced to and the living conditions of the children were startling and almost disturbing to a point. Unfortunately, she couldn't just take them all home with her. Technically she could, but it wouldn't do them any favors. While they'd live much more comfortably, they'd be alienated in a different way. She'd seen it and it baffled her at times. So, she kept on with her own search and tried to stifle her feelings as she entered the damp smelling building.
She would have suggested opening the windows if the alleys didn't smell of piss and vomit from wandering barflies. It wasn't the nicest of neighborhoods. A conundrum.
She'd come on a cart, but not alone. Several men came out, carrying packages for the children. The sacks were filled with flour for fresh bread. It would be enough for a few weeks, although sometimes they ran out sooner than that. She always attributed it to the fact that the place was filled with lots of growing children. Then came the different bags of vegetables for stews.
The woman was dressed in muted hues, attempting to downplay the fact that she did have a lot of money. There was no intricate embroidery or shiny accessories. Just the tan on beige. Her hands were encased in soft leather gloves and half her hair was pulled back, held in place by the pin her sister had given her.
"Hello, Matron," she greeted upon seeing the woman. "In here," she directed the men to the pantry. Most new the way, but there was a no one who was distracted by the scenery. Turning back, she noticed all of the men were inside carrying things and stared. "Who is watching the cart?"
The last one shrugged and she let out a sigh of disappointment before heading back outside with a few of the men to watch it herself. They picked up more bags and disappeared back inside, leaving her alone...by the cart, by the road.