Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

strong legs deliver the beauty from her perch. sunbathing in the frigid air had proven a delight. rosé eyes brushed over the endless sea that reached out before her. a perfect smile gracing effiiminate features and she was a vision of calm delight. one would hardly guess how off she truly was. she had a single focus--to find her new knight. the maiden a true pleaser of her personal ruler. what were a woman without a man? useless. disposable. she would not be common waste. the thought was abhorrent to her and she would find the smile shudder from her previous warmth. she had been alone ever since évariste had abandoned her--and o' how she yearned for him! this feeling could not persist. loneliness was not becoming to her. a final look at the ocean and the jezebel slowly turns to leave this place in search of a love that has become so fleeting.