Eleonora
She had barely had time to reach for her morning tea when her husband had started venting about the old and new troubles of the city and what effects they had on his business. Nora is all about gossip, but sometimes it depends on who it is coming from and in what form and on most days, listening to her husband chewing on about things is not on her list. Refusing to have the start of her day ruined, she is quick to excuse herself with work and leaving their residence.
The morning is what one can call a perfect Tanul morning, the sky clear and sunny. Currently no gray clouds threatening to drop more rain down on the Plates.
A perfect morning for a walk in the Gardens.
With a leather portfolio under one arm, she slowly wanders along one of the many paths going through the Gardens, stopping every now and then to admire the blooming flower beds lining the path. As usual, her hair tied up neatly and her dress of the day is a simple cream coloured one for being her. Slim-fitted bodice, long pleated skirt and long sleeves. No extra decorations on it other than a golden sash belt, tied with the ends hanging down the front.
After some time strolling around, she takes a seat on a bench in the shade of a tree, placing the portfolio in her lap and opening it to turn up a blank page of the sketch pad inside. A collection of different bell flowers planted on the opposite side of the path has her attention as she picks one of the pencils, her gaze moving between the sketch pad and the flowers as she starts to draw a dress design resembling the shape of one of the bells.
The morning is what one can call a perfect Tanul morning, the sky clear and sunny. Currently no gray clouds threatening to drop more rain down on the Plates.
A perfect morning for a walk in the Gardens.
With a leather portfolio under one arm, she slowly wanders along one of the many paths going through the Gardens, stopping every now and then to admire the blooming flower beds lining the path. As usual, her hair tied up neatly and her dress of the day is a simple cream coloured one for being her. Slim-fitted bodice, long pleated skirt and long sleeves. No extra decorations on it other than a golden sash belt, tied with the ends hanging down the front.
After some time strolling around, she takes a seat on a bench in the shade of a tree, placing the portfolio in her lap and opening it to turn up a blank page of the sketch pad inside. A collection of different bell flowers planted on the opposite side of the path has her attention as she picks one of the pencils, her gaze moving between the sketch pad and the flowers as she starts to draw a dress design resembling the shape of one of the bells.
