Hollow Hearts and Hollow Hills.
The whining grew into a thin wail of horror... And all eyes fell upon the plump, well-dressed and aging man who sat across from a grinning girl of nineteen. He whined again.
The girl leaned forward and boldly addressed Dezdemona. "You! You have surely known it--" her eyes slitted conspiratorially, her voice a rich whisper. Dezdie stepped forward and was embraced by lithe, ivory arms. The girl slipped from the carriage seat, to the brass-edged steps and then down to the street so she hung about Dezdemona's neck and shoulders like a supple dancer's veil. All at once soft, sensuous and shining. "You have known the touch of man--the love of a man--"
"Yeah," someone cried, "Dezdie's known it lots of times." Laughter edged through the crowd, but Dezdemona's glare silenced them all.
"I have known such," she admitted coolly, eyes raking over the crowd dangerously.
The man in the carriage had begun to whine again.
"Say no more, daughter!" the man shrieked, flying from his precarious perch on the embroidered velvet seat. He took the steps in a leap and standing before her on his tiptoes, desperately tried to threaten her into silence. His small stature was only accentuated by his attempt to look bigger as he seethed there, under his daughter's delicately cleft chin.
She just smiled at him sweetly, and reaching out, flicked the very tip of his bulbous nose. She laughed.
The little lord turned to address the crowd and regain some bit of his dignity. "The trip was long--"
"--And hard," she winked knowingly.
Pt. 3 later today...