Its funny the moments in life that you choose to shut out everything and think about the past. Not just the last year or so of your life, but the past, your childhood for example.
Submitting to a perverse desire to travel by way of coach rather than class, she was onboard a public transport. Razielle ran her fingertips across the specialized film covering over what they called a window (more of a peep hole than anything..) It was designed to protect her skin from the burning touch of sunlight of anykind, - handy when one was traveling. Bored out of her mind she pondered her life as it was now, and her childhood.
She was three. Sitting on her pampered posterior in the middle of a walled garden, hysterical. She really had been a vision then, a beautiful child. Black springy curls framed the face of an angel. Rosy cheeks were enhanced by a rosebud of a mouth that was always smiling - and always said the proper thing (in public). A true Royal Princess. She had escaped her attendants to come to the garden for five minutes alone. Sadly, she had leaned over to look in the fountain and her jewel studded tiara had fallen in and was currently at the bottom. Her Mama was going to kill her! Princess Razielle threw her Royal self down cried piteously until the Steward came to pick her up and return her to the nursery..
"What a spoiled brat..."
Sighing she realized that in her silent reverie, the transport had taken off, and had only just left orbit when it doubled back to the opposite side of the planet. Something to do with urgent repair work, a dingy looking attendant muttered in passing. She really needed to book better passage, even coach shouldn't be this tedious. Well, the hour or so would give her time to find better means of travel, or at the very least stop for a..bite to last her for the journey.
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This place was disgusting. Even though she wasn't overly concerened with catching anything, it reeked of contamination. That and the very best of society - sarcastically speaking. It just went to show you that scum exhisted so close to beauty, the opposite side of the planet was nothing like this - untouched by civilization or technology. She spotted a sign for all night food and the best prices on public transport in the Empress Teta System. Yeah that's debatable... Making her way to the Dive..err..Diner, she passed a couple infested looking prostitutes.
"Mercenaries of the flesh....Oh! How I hate you..."
One of them looked for a split second like she would retort. But Razielle leveled her with a stare that clearly showed it would be highly perilous to do so. Using the single brain cell the slut had, she lowered her gaze.
Entering the diner Razielle looked about at the patrons. Most of them tired looking traveler's, mixed with a few cutthroat pickpockets or worse. The only person worthy of note in the place was a rather dangerous looking female who looked to be ordering food. Passing by her, to the bar covered ticket window, Razielle resisted the urge to closely examine her. Not wanting to interupt dinner - highly impolite and barbaric.
She reviewed some more costly arrangements and having chosen a better transport that left much later, Razielle lowered herself to the greasy looking bench with a look of immense displeasure. There she sat and waited, examining the tail of her long braid for split ends - none of which she ever had, not since the moment of her death..
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