Upon walking trough the streets of London she was more then relieved that her long boattrip had come to an end. The sailors kept cursing about the idea of a woman on board, their silly superstition telling them she had bring bad luck to the trip. She couldn't blame them, several storms had broken of the main pannage of the ship, nonetheless they had made it safely upon the shore of England. Waving the good advices of the captain in the wind, she was determined to go and find her own way trough the rugged and filthy streets of London. Dressed in the most finest robes and embroidery, she looked like she was glowing off light with the golden stitches on her white silken dress. The contrast was heavily with the dark weather and the shadowy streets she walking trough, though nobody would try and attempt at robbing this obnoxiously rich looking woman. She might look like one of the rich brats of a high politician in clothes, her many brass jewellery and deadly stare told a whole different story.<br/><br/>She was accustomed to the pushy and abnormal demeaning behaviour of men towards her form, and learned to adapt to that. There was not a single smile or sparkle in her cold stark blue eyes as she looked curiously to the various trinkets and wares stalled in little shops. As she strived forward to a rather peculiar little shop, she saw various metal and brass animals scattered all over the place. She lifted one of the little mocking birds up, and looked at it with her white-gloved fingers, tingling softly at the little brass feather that seemed to be carefully crafted.<br/><br/>"oh mon Dieu, Cést petite thing is very belle, oui, oui... Very belle indeed!" As she gently played and stretched the wings in her hands, not even realising upon the real nature of the thing. And that it could be alive as well!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>