#florence.starter

[maddiedesalviati]

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.

“Buongiorno,” she said to the stall’s owner excitedly. “I would like to buy something, per favore.” She was already reaching for her coin purse, brown eyes looking over the baked goods hungrily. Hearing movement behind her, she turned to look over her shoulder, smiling brightly at the person who’d come to join her in perusing. “What would you like?” she asked. “I’ll buy it for you.”

[giannamothersalviati-blog]

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. 

So as she sat at her desk she wrote down what little bit of information that had been gathered and dispatched to her. Her notebook was filled with secrets she had collected over the years... locked away in her home where even her husband or closest friends would be unable to find. Hearing the knock on her door, followed by the announcement of who had come to call, Gianna closed the book placing in off to the side as she stood to greet the person who now entered into her and her husband’s study. “ Well this is a treat,” she began her demeanor pleasant enough as she made her way from behind the desk to greet her guest. “ - taking time out of your busy day. To what do I owe the pleasure of this bout of spontinaity ?

[amaliademedici]

“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.

[albizzir]

‘     -  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.” 

[caterina--vasari-blog]

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.

Her carriage and escort were waiting a mere corner through the alley away, the rare bred  horses were dressed and ready to drag her back, away from the crammed and lopsided streets to the Albizzi estate. Pixie face flashed feline as she departed the shop, fingertips toyed with the smooth ribbons wrapping her items. Peering over her shoulder and waving adieu to the shop owner, there was an air of smugness -- of playful danger-- hovering about the very sight of her. 

Then, a rough hit. Pastel arms flailed into the air, skirt fanned out beneath her, her newly purchased trinkets soared and bounced, scattered about like flower petals. She gasped for air, silent as the adrenaline prickled away from her, and was replaced with hearty laughter, light and full-bodied. “You there! Pray, tell me- do you always attempt to sweep strangers off of their feet? You’re gifted with the art of subtlety!” Her voice rang out into the night, towards the figure she’d collided with, sharp and toying, musical intonations. 

[dcbardi]

       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.

Silken ribbons draw a crowd, but it has always been in a young woman’s learnings that they should fawn over such delicate materials. Isabella holds more interest in the food which was on offer, but she can always add to her collection. A gilded strand catches her eye, one that would go splendidly with her gown, but the piece slides through her fingers. “ Have care for I have already claimed this ribbon. ”

[ofhczels-blog]

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.

either way, he didn’t want to wake the rest of the house up, no need for some kind of intervention about his nightly habits. not that he expected anyone to be up at this hour, so when he looked past another corner and spotted a figure, he audibly gasped, followed by a harsh curse, followed by an apology when he noticed who the other person was.

closed for @giannamothersalviati

[xoxthomas-charpentier]

“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.