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Covert Revulsion
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It was a ordinary day like any other. The sun was high in the afternoon sky. Everyone in the town of Thelbath were going about with their daily routines and tasks. The young Lady of the Morreti household was among them. She lived in well off estate, her father a wealthy man that had a business in dyeing clothes and weaving them. The Morreti name was well known and influential in the town of Escabar. Her mother, and two brother's lived within the estate with her.
Trista Morreti was a young woman of precisely seventeen years old. She has a passion for horseback riding, reading, music, and especially dancing. Her hair was a dark brown, her eyes a bright, lovely hazel, her complexion creamy and smooth. In her opinion, she really wasn't fond of dressing up, learning proper ways of women behavior. Why was it needed when a woman of high status was expected to be quiet, obedient, and charming all the while. She tended to avoid any parties, which proved futile since she was expected to attend to find suitable suitors, unless she has fallen ill.
She sighed softly, gazing through the window to the world outside. "Miss, your tea is ready," called a maid politely to the young Lady. She wordlessly nodded, staring off in a deep trance as she thought. Trista wished to see outside, get to know what people did. But it was something she rarely had a chance of doing. She was often barred from leaving the estate. Only her books allowed her to imagine what life was like without being in enclosed in these quarters... It was just a hungry curiosity needing to be satiated.
Yet suddenly, an idea sparked within her thoughts. She journeyed to the first floor, heading in the direction of the laundry room. She found a worn gown to place over her clothes, concealing her identity as a mere servant. Pulling up the hood, she managed to ease out of the estate without being seen. Complete curiosity overwhelmed the young woman, as she passed by stands of the ordinary people. Her bright eyes gazed at several people, despite how unpleasant they were. There were poor people begging, which made her immediately pity them, especially the hungry children.
Trista Morreti was a young woman of precisely seventeen years old. She has a passion for horseback riding, reading, music, and especially dancing. Her hair was a dark brown, her eyes a bright, lovely hazel, her complexion creamy and smooth. In her opinion, she really wasn't fond of dressing up, learning proper ways of women behavior. Why was it needed when a woman of high status was expected to be quiet, obedient, and charming all the while. She tended to avoid any parties, which proved futile since she was expected to attend to find suitable suitors, unless she has fallen ill.
She sighed softly, gazing through the window to the world outside. "Miss, your tea is ready," called a maid politely to the young Lady. She wordlessly nodded, staring off in a deep trance as she thought. Trista wished to see outside, get to know what people did. But it was something she rarely had a chance of doing. She was often barred from leaving the estate. Only her books allowed her to imagine what life was like without being in enclosed in these quarters... It was just a hungry curiosity needing to be satiated.
Yet suddenly, an idea sparked within her thoughts. She journeyed to the first floor, heading in the direction of the laundry room. She found a worn gown to place over her clothes, concealing her identity as a mere servant. Pulling up the hood, she managed to ease out of the estate without being seen. Complete curiosity overwhelmed the young woman, as she passed by stands of the ordinary people. Her bright eyes gazed at several people, despite how unpleasant they were. There were poor people begging, which made her immediately pity them, especially the hungry children.