Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-07-02 20:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | honour bellaforte, ted earley |
Fables (Ted)
It seemed there could be no reason for a woman of her age to be clutching a book of fables, but that's exactly what Honour Bellaforte was doing -- walking down the streets of the City, almost aimless, and clutching a heavily-embossed, slim hardcover full of fables. She'd been walking for an hour, the sun was sliding behind the buildings of this place she now called her home, and she still hadn't settled matters in her head.
The street was winding her in and out of shops; some she recognized, some she didn't. None of them were appealing....but then, she wasn't in a mood to shop. Long shadows traversed the sidewalk in front of her. She stepped through them, eyes focused ahead, but seeing very little.
As preoccupied as she was, Beauty very nearly collided with the far larger man just exiting the shop to her right.