[Sesha's Flat] A Thing of Beauty {Solo}

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

[Sesha's Flat] A Thing of Beauty {Solo}

Postby Sesha on March 6th, 2011, 12:09 am

Timestamp: The 8th Day of Spring

Sesha awoke to the sounds of the bustling city; her eyes told her that Syna had already graced Alvadas for a number of bells, she’d slept in again. Her dreams had been filled with flying, willing herself across the vast expanse of the Suvan Sea to some unknown location, fearful of falling into its cobalt depths. Said dreams were a common theme for the pickpocket. She had neither the knowhow, nor any real curiosity to decipher their meaning, but always longed to return to that realm, where anything seemed possible.

She stretched upon the feather mattress, content in the softness of her pillows and the sweet sounds of commoners drifting through her windows. A warm spring breeze blew through the opening, bringing to her the scents of blooming flowers and fresh salt air. It would be a day of mirth, the Festival of Illusion filling everyone’s minds to the brim with excitement. It would be a good day for the thief as well. The swell of foreigners to the city would mean many more vulnerable purses, and the Bizzare would be bursting with new treasures to pilfer.

These thoughts brought a smile to Sesha’s lips, motivating her to toss the blankets aside and begin her day. While stoking the embers of the previous night, Sesha added a block of wood to the hearth, blowing softly until the rich crackling and smell of burning pine filled the air. She then set an iron pot on the warming plate, filling it with water from an earthenware pitcher. She clipped sprigs of lavender from one of her flower pots and added them to the brew, sniffing the calming aroma.

She then ventured to her vanity, coming to a sit and plying the soft rug with her bare feet. The mirror reflected an image burned into Sesha’s memory. Her face, its features, its quirks along with countless subtle expressions were all carefully noted and practiced by the pickpocket on a daily basis. She took her comb and set about the arduous task of dividing her hair into sections and deftly brushing it from the tips all the way to her scalp, gently untangling any severe knots with her fingers. This task was finished in time for her to hear the sound of bubbling water, the lavender permeating the room with freshness.

Tying her locks back expertly with a stolen silver hair clip, Sesha crossed the room once more with the wash basin in hand. She filled it partly with the cool water from the pitcher and topped it up with the steaming herb water. Returning carefully to her vanity, so as not to spill, Sesha set down the basin and began the process of cleaning her naked body. Using cinnamon soap and scented oil to exfoliate and lock in the moisture respectively, Sesha towelled herself only when necessary, preferring the breeze to harsh fabric. She hummed to herself softly, a song of divine transformation sung by the worshippers of Ionu.
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[Sesha's Flat] A Thing of Beauty {Solo}

Postby Sesha on March 10th, 2011, 11:24 pm

When her skin had dried, Sesha gently dabbed a few drops of perfume onto her wrists and neck, delighting in the fresh aroma of far-off fruits and spices. She replaced the stopper and returned it to the silken make up pouch which held all of her cosmetics. Returning her gaze to the mirror, Sesha took a long hard look at her reflection, considering what she might do with it. If indeed she wished to prowl the Bizzare she would need to stand out. There would likely be a great drove of foreign women to distract the eyes of her usual marks, and Sesha would need to improve upon her aesthetics if she hoped to con their hearts and their Mizas.

With deft accuracy she began tending to her complexion, using a shade of powder faintly lighter than her own commonly fair skin tone. She erased imperfections and discolorations as if by magic, thrilled by the mineral compounds which made up her shimmering exterior. The pickpocket knew little of the processes by which such things were made, but she had been assured by the shop keep that this product held none of the maddening side effects of more poisonous alternatives. In memory, Sesha could recall a number of instances where courtesans had been driven insane by the copious amounts of coloring they applied. Some had killed, some had been killed. One way or another, they mostly dwelled in the depths of the Ristage Caverns, either as corpses or driven further into darkness by the creatures that lurked there.

Next would come the eyebrows. Her own had been plucked into a thin frame, though they still held their noble distinction. The application of a dark chocolate shade would further define her face and overall presence. Next she set about lining her eyes with the same dark color. Instantly their indigo hue burned all the brighter, her lashes carefully extended with an inky black brush. Rouge followed, extending her regal bearing to one of precise majesty. She amplified her cheek bones and shaped her chin with the brush, infusing her look with a healthy hue.

Around her eyes Sesha applied a thicker powder of light brown softened on the edges by a pale off-white. This she blended until it looked like gently bruised skin, shaping it into the contour of her brows. Next, Sesha applied an alchemical mix of pigment, oils and waxes to her lips, pressing them together so as to make a dazzling crimson smile. She carefully lined her now magnified lips with a slightly darker shade, then replaced her cosmetics, synching the bag and returning her eyes to the reflective surface. There you are, she thought to herself with a smile, checking for any flaws and finding none.
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[Sesha's Flat] A Thing of Beauty {Solo}

Postby Sesha on March 23rd, 2011, 2:14 am

When the hard part was over, Sesha eased over to wardrobe. She gently pulled open the carved wooden doors and gazed upon her sadly lacking assortment of clothing. Perhaps a visit to the tattered thread is in order, she wondered, excited by the prospect of a little retail therapy. It was nice to lift the odd article of clothing and stash it in her purse, but Sesha truly enjoyed being doted upon by the seamstresses. It had been such a long time since she’d been able to spoil herself. Furnishing her flat had sorely lightened her coin-purse.

Upon donning her delicates, Sesha slipped into a canary-yellow silk blouse, cinching it tightly about her waist and breasts with the thin ties. She then pulled on her prismatic layered skirts, which were tapered at the knees to accentuate her hips and provide a little sway to her step. Next Sesha set about the difficult task of tying then reorienting herself within a shining boned corset the color of dark violet. The corset narrowed her waist to an enchanting sylphlike shape, and effectively tied the blouse and skirts together in an attractive Alvadan fashion. Finally Sesha tied a stolen turquoise scarf about her neck, the delicate bow adding an exotic touch.

She righted the doors of her wardrobe and pulled on her silken dancer’s slippers. They made hardly a sound as she tied the wide straps about her legs and glided back to the mirror. With a smile Sesha let out the pin from her hair and long mahogany waves of hair tumbled down to her shoulders. She gave her reflection a little pirouette and laughed at her own childishness. It did feel good to look beautiful and she had done a better job than usual.

After tidying up after herself Sesha headed for the door, gathering her purse and delighting in the familiar weight. It held everything she would need for the day; a makeup kit for touch-ups, a snack if she got hungry, pipe and tobacco for her nerves, and thieves’ tools for those fortuitous encounters that so often arose in the streets. She locked the door behind her and looked about, gaining her bearing after a few minutes. She was somewhere to the south of Alvadas. It would be a bit of a walk to the temple, but she was feeling pretty and would love a healthy stroll in the sunlight.
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[Sesha's Flat] A Thing of Beauty {Solo}

Postby Puzzle on March 30th, 2011, 4:10 pm

Thread Complete!
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"What a well made thread we have here."


"...she was feeling pretty..."

All in all, a cute little thread. Skill farming threads are somewhat of a necessity in these parts, so thought they are never much of a surprise, it is always fun reading about most people's day in the life.

I gave you 5 gold mizas on the grounds that maybe that was Sesha's draw that day. I am also going to talk to the higher-ups about possibly adding Pickpocket to the profession list, or at least working that kind of thing out, because I know it would certainly help you.

All in all, a fun little read.


 
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+1 Cosmetology (bringing the total gain to four from this thread)
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