Timeless Trinkets { Open

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

A cool breeze blew Jenneth's hair into her face. She squinted, and her eyes began to water from the wind. It was Sunday, and like she had for the past twelve weeks, Jenneth wore her pastel purple sundress and cowboy boots, walking around District One just hoping for a miracle to be dropped down upon her empty life.

Despite the wall blocking her past life and the terrible state of Jen's life now, she skipped over a puddle of dirty water, a small smile turning up a corner of her lips. She spotted a nice looking window display, showing off a store's fine antique clothing and home decor. Finding the era of anything past intriguing, Jenneth was drawn to the store. A sign hung above that read Timeless Trinkets. Jenneth's heart felt warm and she stepped into the shop.

It seemed small. Displays of old dresses and bonnets hung around desks and vintage quills. It smelled somewhat of your grandmother's house might smelled like. Old. Oh, how Jenneth wish she knew her grandmother...knew any of her family.

Jenneth's hands swept against a maroon dotted dress that looked to be from the 1800's. Her heart skipped a beat and she imagined a brilliant writer who might have once filled this dress. She named her Ivory Greene. She would have been a bold woman who brought ink to parchment and told stories that no other author dared to. Jenneth was sent into a whirlwind of imagination and then moved onto an old chair. She just knew that if you were to sit in it that the chair would crumble into dust.

She felt a pair of eyes oddly following her and stabbing a whole in her back, but she didn't look back. Jenneth moved on and was caught up in more...timeless trinkets.