Postby Ally-Ann » Sun Aug 18, 2013 1:42 pm
Josephine bit back a frustrated sigh, squirming slightly as she tried to get comfortable once again in her side-saddle. Alphonse clearly didn't like all the ruckus either, and he stomped his front feet a couple times on the road. "If you would, please move out of my way," Josephine demanded sternly, her deep, blue eyes glaring daggers at the scam-artists. "My horse is about to crush your feet, and then what will carry you around this village to harass passers-by? Move, I say!" After a few seconds, the greedy artisans, salesmen, and fortune-teller reluctantly parted from Josephine, muttering things that the noble didn't quite catch. Something along the lines of "selfish 1%", "you have enough money", and "can't you control your horse?"
Josephine let out the sigh that she had been holding in, though it was quiet and more out of relief. All the while, she couldn't help but feel pity for them. Of course they're going to be greedy with money, seeing as they hardly have any of their own. Josephine gently snapped Alphonse's reins once more, just so that the gelding would be at a slow walk. While the young horse mosied down the road, Josephine's eyes swept across the village, taking in the sight of the quaint, yet bustling community. For once, Josephine felt so out-of-place that her fair cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment, and she suddenly wished that she was wearing a simple dress rather than a gown, just to blend in with the villagers. How terrible it must be to see a noble atop a black gelding, while you yourself are clad in rags! Josephine thought with guilt. She saw two others-- a man and a woman; both appeared to be the lowest caste-- sitting atop another horse, and they looked as if they were heading the same direction. I pray to God that I'm not the only noble at this ball...