Celandine woke up to the soothing sound of the fresh spring rain. She got out of bed, and went over to the glass-paned window. It was raining, but it wasn't the gloomy rain that makes you want to hide in a dark room and read the works of Edgar Allen Poe, it was a delightful rain, light and sweetly scented with the fragrance of the spring. She opened the window slightly, and inhaled deeply. Then she quickly threw on a casual gown, a slim , blue dress with a lacy, almost spidery pattern of snowflake-like designs on the blouse-section.
She jammed some blue slippers on her feet to match her gown, and threw a blue shawl over her shoulders. She looked in the mirror, and almost didn't recognize herself. She never ever wore blue, it didn't really compliment her complexion, though it didn't look bad. But today, she needed to look like someone else. She went into her lavatory, and pulled out her cosmetic bag. She made sure she wasn't missing anything from the bag, then went back to her room. She pulled them out, looking at each one carefully. She chose very dark colors, to give her face an exotic look. Once she had applied these, she looked at the picture of a hairdo on her dressing-room table, and did her best to copy it, resulting in a french style of braid. She needed to look like someone completely different then her usual self, who chose warm colors, and wore her hair down, giving her face a soft look. But today she was in need of a disguise. After giving her face a last once-over, she went to her small desk, and proceeded to write a short letter explaining why she would not be able to work any more for the stable she worked for at the moment, where she was paid a decent amount to (ugh...) clean stables. She then grabbed her shopping basket, and briskly left the building. She walked through the streets of the town, stopping to place a loaf of bread or a few apples into her basket to avoid looking conspicuous. As she made her way to a small stable at the end of the street, she was disgusted at the drunkards and rapists sitting ont he side of the street, begging, and when she wemt by in her new attire, whistling. She mostly ignored them, but when one made a very crude and unnessecary remark, she couldn't stand it any longer. The time bomb detonated, and she made her way through the bustling crowd over to the drunk. She looked him squarely in the eyes as he asked her for a kiss. She looked to her left, looked to her right, and making sure that everyone could see what she was about to do, socked him
hard on the left side of his face. And, being the kind soul that she is, once he was unconsious, she applied a fresh coat of deep red lipstick, and gave him the kiss he asked for.
I'm getting to the part where she comes into the story. Consider that an intro to Celandine Brownlock.
