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Innocent Anathema
Captivate Me
- Joined
- Mar 6, 2018
- Location
- Far Side of the Moon
Charlotte
Light blue eyes, the color of the sky, traced over the sight of the port as it drew ever nearer. A sea of rooftops met her gaze spreading out before her. Smoke curling from chimneys merrily and the sight of the hacks and transports lining the street by the pier. There was a different scent on the air of wood, steam, fish and coal. Even some of the livery stock. Strange how every place had a different scent. A different feel. St. Louis was no different. This was the boat's first stop and Charlotte hadn't been on a boat since her brother had passed. So, while strange to feel the gentle movement of the flooring beneath her feet, it was also a little bittersweet. Yet, this was needed. She needed to move forward. So, here she was. There had to be a fresh start because behind her, there was nothing left for her.
Funny, no one recognized her on this boat. That was a strange feeling as well since there had been a time when she'd been the talk of the town and moving in social circles of the higher class was as easy as child's play. Yet all those so called friends pulled back when things got bad. They outright claimed to not even know her when things got really dark. So much for trusting others. Regardless, Charlotte Renee Willis would find a way to make it on her own. Come Hell or high water, she would because it certainly seemed like the only one that she could truly rely on was herself. So much for all those fairy tales that her parents had told her when she'd been young. They were just that: stories for children.
Leaning her hands on the railing, she watched as lines were thrown and tied off and the gangway lowered for folks to make their way. This was a rather nice vessel, she had to say. Three floors and she did enjoy watching the wheels turn. Certainly different than the shipping vessels that she was used to. Very different. Yet, different could be good. It was a start for something new and that is what she needed. She just hoped that she'd make the right decisions with that rail spur. It was her last card to play.
Light blue eyes, the color of the sky, traced over the sight of the port as it drew ever nearer. A sea of rooftops met her gaze spreading out before her. Smoke curling from chimneys merrily and the sight of the hacks and transports lining the street by the pier. There was a different scent on the air of wood, steam, fish and coal. Even some of the livery stock. Strange how every place had a different scent. A different feel. St. Louis was no different. This was the boat's first stop and Charlotte hadn't been on a boat since her brother had passed. So, while strange to feel the gentle movement of the flooring beneath her feet, it was also a little bittersweet. Yet, this was needed. She needed to move forward. So, here she was. There had to be a fresh start because behind her, there was nothing left for her.
Funny, no one recognized her on this boat. That was a strange feeling as well since there had been a time when she'd been the talk of the town and moving in social circles of the higher class was as easy as child's play. Yet all those so called friends pulled back when things got bad. They outright claimed to not even know her when things got really dark. So much for trusting others. Regardless, Charlotte Renee Willis would find a way to make it on her own. Come Hell or high water, she would because it certainly seemed like the only one that she could truly rely on was herself. So much for all those fairy tales that her parents had told her when she'd been young. They were just that: stories for children.
Leaning her hands on the railing, she watched as lines were thrown and tied off and the gangway lowered for folks to make their way. This was a rather nice vessel, she had to say. Three floors and she did enjoy watching the wheels turn. Certainly different than the shipping vessels that she was used to. Very different. Yet, different could be good. It was a start for something new and that is what she needed. She just hoped that she'd make the right decisions with that rail spur. It was her last card to play.