She didn?t know what she was doing going down to Dockside in search of the Pride & Fury. Sure, Stephen had suggested that she stop by his ship because he wanted to talk to her about something, but what was she doing actually complying with such a request? She paused, shaking her head and frowning; this whole outing was crazy. Despite such thoughts, she continued her slow meandering through the city, taking the long route to the harbor.
Like many of the female persuasion, Jewell often used any reflective surface as a mirror and therefore a chance to look at herself. For a few weeks she could have cared less, ?letting herself go? as many would say. Perhaps it had been Koy?s written words to her, but Jewell found herself becoming self-conscious of her looks once more. She paused before a small boutique, checking her appearance in the recently cleaned storefront window. Blue curls were arranged neatly, pinned half-up and only a little windblown from her walk. The dark circles were still persisting under her eyes from her lack of sleep, continual crying, and all the work she had been forcing herself to take on; a touch of glamour lightened them, though. Her navy dress coat, warm enough to keep the cold out, hid the simple blue dress beneath. Thick grey stockings kept her legs warm?she was so happy those were in fashion now?and little navy flats, with a huge button on the one side, hugged her feet.
Even after appraising her looks, she continued to just stare into the window until those working inside the boutique starting giving her dirty looks. With an embarrassed blush, she moved on her way once more. She didn?t have to pay too much attention to where she was going, her feet knowingly carrying her closer to her element. She let her mind wander but it often traveled back to her destination and why she was going there. She felt, in a way, like she was betraying her best friend by even speaking with Stephen. That was silly, though, wasn?t it? Tara was, supposedly, happily married to Talomar and had no claim to Stephen anyways. And it wasn?t like she was sleeping with Stephen, right? They had just kissed once, for educational purposes even! Still, she knew Tara liked the man, maybe more than liked him.
And what about herself? Jewell would admit that there was physical attraction present, and she trusted Stephen. The latter might have been stupid since it was based on very few acts of kindness extended towards her, but such trust was in her nature; even experience had not been able to rid her of it. However, there were no strong emotions involved; she knew she wouldn?t be ready to get herself truly wrapped up in someone else for quite some time still. She didn?t want to get wrapped up with someone. Of course, that only led her back to the question of what she thought she was doing by going to visit Stephen when she didn?t want to be involved with any guy and didn?t want to betray her bestest of all friends.
She didn?t have an answer, but she kept walking.
She hesitated once she reached the docks, having spent little time there before except for in the dark of the night, searching for a murderer that refused to be found; she preferred the beaches to the north and south when she wanted to be near her element. It took a few inquiries, to some of the more reputable looking men (not that Jewell didn?t think she could hold her own against anyone, she just didn?t want to start trouble) before she was able to locate the Pride & Fury.
Once found, she was again stuck in a conundrum. Was she supposed to just go on board? Hail someone down? She hated situations where she didn?t know how she was supposed to act or what she was expected to do. She just stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels and gnawing at the inside of her cheek, waiting for the answer to just strike out at her, perhaps.
Like many of the female persuasion, Jewell often used any reflective surface as a mirror and therefore a chance to look at herself. For a few weeks she could have cared less, ?letting herself go? as many would say. Perhaps it had been Koy?s written words to her, but Jewell found herself becoming self-conscious of her looks once more. She paused before a small boutique, checking her appearance in the recently cleaned storefront window. Blue curls were arranged neatly, pinned half-up and only a little windblown from her walk. The dark circles were still persisting under her eyes from her lack of sleep, continual crying, and all the work she had been forcing herself to take on; a touch of glamour lightened them, though. Her navy dress coat, warm enough to keep the cold out, hid the simple blue dress beneath. Thick grey stockings kept her legs warm?she was so happy those were in fashion now?and little navy flats, with a huge button on the one side, hugged her feet.
Even after appraising her looks, she continued to just stare into the window until those working inside the boutique starting giving her dirty looks. With an embarrassed blush, she moved on her way once more. She didn?t have to pay too much attention to where she was going, her feet knowingly carrying her closer to her element. She let her mind wander but it often traveled back to her destination and why she was going there. She felt, in a way, like she was betraying her best friend by even speaking with Stephen. That was silly, though, wasn?t it? Tara was, supposedly, happily married to Talomar and had no claim to Stephen anyways. And it wasn?t like she was sleeping with Stephen, right? They had just kissed once, for educational purposes even! Still, she knew Tara liked the man, maybe more than liked him.
And what about herself? Jewell would admit that there was physical attraction present, and she trusted Stephen. The latter might have been stupid since it was based on very few acts of kindness extended towards her, but such trust was in her nature; even experience had not been able to rid her of it. However, there were no strong emotions involved; she knew she wouldn?t be ready to get herself truly wrapped up in someone else for quite some time still. She didn?t want to get wrapped up with someone. Of course, that only led her back to the question of what she thought she was doing by going to visit Stephen when she didn?t want to be involved with any guy and didn?t want to betray her bestest of all friends.
She didn?t have an answer, but she kept walking.
She hesitated once she reached the docks, having spent little time there before except for in the dark of the night, searching for a murderer that refused to be found; she preferred the beaches to the north and south when she wanted to be near her element. It took a few inquiries, to some of the more reputable looking men (not that Jewell didn?t think she could hold her own against anyone, she just didn?t want to start trouble) before she was able to locate the Pride & Fury.
Once found, she was again stuck in a conundrum. Was she supposed to just go on board? Hail someone down? She hated situations where she didn?t know how she was supposed to act or what she was expected to do. She just stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels and gnawing at the inside of her cheek, waiting for the answer to just strike out at her, perhaps.