<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hHGoOSfYrN4/Tos1liHFY0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/TMgkwnUDtoM/s1600/Free-Kristin-Kreuk-Wallpapers-3.jpg)</div>her dress (http://www.weddingfashioning.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/20/designer-bridal-gowns-2010112013.jpg)<br/><br/>Tempest  wore a fine gown with small jewels scattered along it to add to the gathering of fabric. Her hair pulled partly up with matching jewels, with purple ribbon laced within the braiding of her hair. A fan and small pouch hanging from her right wrist. Her delicate form exiting to the cold night air, she pulled the shrug that covered her shoulders a bit tighter around her. Her eyes taking in the handsome cab and the horse she licks her lips lightly as she nearly decided to not go. But the idea of meeting the new writer was to enthralling an idea to give up on. So she stilled herself and nodded to the driver as he helped her in. "Thank you Sir." she said offering a very light smile to him.<br/><br/>Her eyes watched the city as it rolled but, her mind going over the past few days.  Tempest loved the cities she had seen in her short travels. And it felt odd being back in London, but she held to the fact she was no longer the young lost woman she was. No now she was Tempest Durant, strong, confident, elegant and a woman that could hold her own within society.<br/><br/>As the cab stopped she waited for the driver to help her from the cab and looked around. The girls voice caught her attention as she stepped onto the street bellow. The light was nearly blocked from the smog that started to gather, and the people about the streets she couldn't get a good look at her. But her words played along her mind, 'I wonder what...?" she said but Tempest knew she had a show to see. So resisting the urge to fallow she walked into the theater.