Tradetide was a beautiful time in the Ring, many well-to-do's walked about chatting away, a few lovers could be seen holding hands, but indeed, she was at a loss: she had a name, but nothing more.
Perdita's time jump to 22th TT
There are many ways to protect, love, let us just walk awhile, just to be together, enjoy the walk. I should like to think that perhaps we might one day live happily in this art gallery of houses.
She felt fresh, and renewed, and perhaps she even glowed a little, as the men that passed her smiled politely, and removed there hats, and the women gave slight nods.
It looks as if these people see as I see you, a rose amongst wild grass, a beacon of beauty one cannot ignore. This is excellent, I feel as though I am blushing for you, my dear. A soft, gentle laugh, danced about her head. But we must not forget the greater good, love, pass by a few more and with your beautiful voice give greetings, and when you see someone who looks well informed, ask him if he knows, a man named Iorn. I am sure any good man would help out a gem, as yourself.
As if placed there just for Perdita, she spotted an adhiel who had discovered a flower fallen off it's stem. He looked upon it and smiled, putting it flush against his nose to take in it's fragrance. Then out of the corner of his eye he spotted, Perdita, and gave a slow nod, and a polite smile.
"Good tradetide to you, milady, you look stunning on this day. Here," he said offering the flower to her, "it has fallen off it's stem, it's fragrance is beautiful. You should have it, we musn't let it go to waste. Oh--my manners, excuse me, my name is Finn. And you are?"
The adhiel was rather handsome, nothing like her dear Vanir, but a polite handsome man nonetheless, dressed in fine clothes. A doublet of a deep hue of red, almost rose colored, and with identically colored hose. His long well kept bright blonde hair, accented the rosed-hued garments which he wore.
Perdita meandered her way through the streets, the large houses of those lucky enough to live in this salubrious neighbourhood casting shadows on her. It was as if everything she saw and heard simply passed through her, and the emptiness inside her made her feel as light as a breeze.
And she felt beautiful, too. There seemed to be so much love in the world, and the voice in her head was helping her to experience it. Finn seemed charming, and she asked (as directed) about Iorn, but it sadly seemed that things were not going to be that easy. He didn’t know anything, and although she was tempted to stay and flirt with him the lightness in her limbs required her to keep moving. She bid him farewell, and continued on her journey.
She wandered from the Patricians’ Ring and into the less well off areas. They were places familiar to her, but in her current state she couldn’t quite remember why. Her stomach growled violently, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten for a while…
Seeing an inn not too far off, she headed inside and ordered a bowl of soup and some bread. She ate it with a smile on her face before asking for a room. Life was certainly very sweet! And she slept deeper than she had ever slept before, and had such a strange dream…