DUCHESSA

A shadow: something is there. Her power precedes her. She determines fate as she walks along the spice road. As she passes, there’s a magic in the air, as warm as the hues of fruit and aromas that announce her coming. Her cloak weaves gold and velvets, and she has a stride that is delicate yet steadfast and resolute. Sweet the memory that catches on, making an impact that won’t be forgotten in a flash. Amused, she turns to look at the effect it has. Aristocratic weakness.