"Soft! Slow, before you ignite the coals of rage and burn the embers of your eyes from a deluge of tears in vengeful ire.
The wrath that boils a human heart is as the flames that consume the lungs of the earth: there is desolation that follows at its wake."
~
The Maidens' Residential Quarters,
The Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Crescence made her way towards her allotted bed, feeling crestfallen.
She sat down upon the mattress and opened the little shelf that bore a few of her belongings.
In her hand, there was a beautiful bottle of perfume with a body in the shape of a pillar. A portion thereof was glass, allowing the beholder a glance at the pinkish hued liquid that was held therein.
There were specks of golden constellations swirling inside the curiously concocted, scented fluid, evidently an expensive cosmetic.
