The Highborn

“How much for a portrait?” five of the seven words she said to me that afternoon. I turn around and saw this tall figure, ragged sandals, dirty dress… and that beautiful cape covering her head. It was obvious she was trying her best to blend in, I could bet she was wearing the clothes of one of her maids.

What was she doing here? What or who was she looking for on this side of the station?

Even though the clothes alone were enough to know something was off, it wasn't only that. The way she walked, her posture, how she talked; it was smart of her trying to say as little as possible, even the way she put her hands on her lap and looked beyond the camera, there was a whole story here, one I wasn’t supposed to know about.

I only wish someone would have told her that stelkat fabric wasn’t sold on the lows. That cape alone could feed one of us for an entire year.

Before she left she said “Thank you”, and nodded her head as the highborn, that we both knew she was, usually does.

Collection “Portraits from Gelo”