Merriwick was a strange city. She'd never seen anything like it. Her old town was no where near this diverse or large. However, it still had  the same feel as the village in a lot of ways. Her father had relocated them here in the hopes that his tailoring business would do better. The village was home to rural, lower-class citizens. They didn't really have the money to seek the services of a tailor. She also had a sneaking suspicion that this was also about her and her sister being of marrying age. The village was sort of tapped out of bachelors, them all have been married of young. As a transplant there, Father had not been as eager to see his daughters as young teenage mothers.<br/><br/>Her raven black hair was flowing along behind her as she made her way through the streets. A lacy, sparkling white dress accentuated her slender form. Her delicate feet protected by soft, supple boots with wooden souls. The boots has finely-stitched pattern like that if ivy climbing a tree in gold thread. Her violet eyes were tender and warm, smiling out of her face. A purple umbrella protected her porcelain skin from what little sun was shining today. Mother insisted, as usually there was nothing but sun here.<br/><br/>She found herself out on one of the main thoroughfares. She smiled and nodded to the people she passed. They were such wonderful, friendly people. She passed a woman carrying water pails. She was so sturdy and strong. The young woman was so impressed but she contained it. Somewhere up above her, there was a crying child. His nasally cry was clearly one indicating an illness. She frowned. Poor dear. She took note of a small crowd and approached it.<br/><br/>There were 'oohs' and 'aahs' coming from the crowd, as well as laughing children. She excused herself between several men. They smiled and parted so that she could see. Her eyes lit up. Magic! Oh, it was so wonderful! She couldn't do magic. She didn't even know anyone that could. She was fascinated by it. Not that she'd tell Mother, Father or even Beatrice. It was not proper for a young lady to be interested in magic according to Father. And he was even more convinced that magic-users were nothing but trouble.<br/><br/>She was thoroughly caught up in the show. Her excitement was so much that she almost couldn't contain her ladylike composure and wanted to cheer like the children. Unfortunately, she was so focused on the show that she wasn't paying much attention to anything else. A sharp gust of wind swept her umbrella out of her grip and on a collision course with the unlucky magician.