#florence.starter

Madalene had missed everything. It was her first day in the heart of Florence since her confinement, and every little thing was bringing her joy; the people, the noises, the sights. The scent of freshly baked goods caught her attention and she turned towards it, gathering her skirts in her hands and hurrying towards a small market stall. Behind her, she heard the bodyguard her parents had appointed yelling at her to slow down. She ignored him.

Gianna was a patient woman. She found that often times, it was required to wait, to watch. To learn all that you could in order to get the desired out come. Whether it be in business or in life, there was a time to act and there was a time to sit back and allow other to make the wrong moves first. Gianna was in the observation faze, with her husband away on business. She kept her ear to the ground. People had a tendency to share things with you when they didn’t see you as a threat... needless to say people shared a great deal to her. 

“SHH,” amalia said absent mindedly to the person nearby, who was making an obscene amount of noise, keeping her from being truly absorbed in the book she was reading. “it’s just getting to the good part.” as she flipped the page, the blonde drew her knees to her chest, the bright smile indicating her enjoyment of the novel.

‘     -  THE NOBLEMAN bit down on shapeless words, his eyes seizing the other like an impetus, willing them to speak. His hand curled over his own impatience and clamped down. From his chair on the rostrum, Rinaldi could all but spring up, matters yet undealt with pulling at him as if he had strings affixed to his joints. “You utter sense”, he yielded, though more out of clemency than any admission of mistake on his part, “but I still do not know what you seek.” 

Firenze - inflamed with progress, creativity, influence  by day; by night, lit up with the teeming energy of Tuscany’s heart. Though light in build, Caterina Vasari was a thief for attention, as she allowed the afternoon to fade to dusk whilst weaving around the local shops. It was of the utmost importance to maintain appearances around the town-- flash a pearl smile, win a favour, drop a velvet bag of coin into the hands of talented seamstresses, artisans, craftsmen, tradesman. After her father passed, the woman, though still in the spring of her years, sought to continue learning the inner workings of Florence as though the city was alive. Coax information out of it. Master it, earn its secrets, seduce it, give into it. Know who to keep appearances with, who to avoid. Observe, observe, observe. Never compromise the priority of power. Halt the doubts, the paranoia, the fears from the pressure this life had awarded her. Now, staying in the household of one of the most powerful demigods in society - Rinaldo Albizzi- Caterina had all the more reason to keep her nearly translucent blue gaze glancing over her shoulder.

       The rich scent of clementine pastries wafts through the warm air, the russet tones of her skirts billowing all around her in the gentle breeze, while her dainty fingers stretch forth to pluck one of the decadent treats from the cotton-lined basket. She lifts the fruit pastry to her lips, sighing as she tastes the offerings of the merchant. Isabella has always enjoyed the markets, frequenting there in need of escape and often out of boredom. A selection of pastries are bound up for her, so that she may take them back with her. The nobildonna moves away from the trader, eyes flitting to the different stalls which she cain spare a coin with.

once again, aurelio was creeping through his family’s home at night. this time not to sneak out of the house though, instead he was trying to get to the kitchens for a midnight snack. he often found himself restless during the night, the result of a messed up sleeping schedule. or maybe just a restless soul.

“I just saw the a very sweet and quite comical scene some minutes ago,  while I was touring around the city. There was this small child who looked to be about 3 or 4 years of age, who had just stumbled over and was just about to bawl his heart out, as most young ones do when they fall over..And then out of nowhere, his older sister if I’m not mistaken, who looked to be about a girl of 7 or 8, immediately rushed over to pick him up. After gently holding his chubby little face in her hands a moment later, she then immediately begin giving him a long list of reasons why he shouldn’t cry, with such earnesty and seriousness in her facial expressions, that the baby that was about to cry, then instead changed his look to one of perplexed curiosity as he listened to his sister’s energetic chatter....And earlier this morning, as I tickled a babe’s nose a few times, she emitted out the most glorious sound of laughter I’ve ever heard in months!”he gabbed on, his face shining ever so brightly as he regaled the other with his tale.” My heart just went ...ughh,.. I don’t know how to describe it,” he gushed, his facial expression melting into one of adoring rapture, while at the same time, putting a hand over his heart as he replayed the memory vividly, at the front of his mind. “Children really are the most precious and the most charming gifts ever to bless mankind, are they not?” he sighed happily.