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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- During the week for the most part, weekends I am unavailable to make replies but I'm still around for random chatting!
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- I play mostly modern, fantasy, medieval genres. Maybe sometimes modern with a splash of supernatural elements (vampires and warlocks, witches and werewolves, oh my!)
The world was bathed in new life with the winter snow melting and the chilly nights growing warmer. The small city of Anora was no different, and with the warming weather more people became active. Farmers who lived on the outskirts woke early to plant their crops and tend their animals, readying them to be sold to the local butcher.
Bakers stoked their ovens and prepared their dough, the faint aroma of freshly baked bread drifting on a morning breeze. Butchers, blacksmiths, tailors and all other merchants and workers woke with the sun to get their stores ready for the locals and any travelers that stumbled upon their quaint simple place.
One such traveler stumbled out of the woods, visibly shaking and soaked head to toe. Her fair features were twisted in annoyance as she brushed the dark brown hair from her face. Even with warmer days on the horizon, it was still quite chilly this early and some of it had begun to freeze to her skin. Pushing through the last of the bushes, dark green eyes scanned the sloped plains below her. Patches of tilled land spread out before her, beyond that a wall surrounding a town, smoke billowing from the chimneys.
The Elven lady smiled, and started off for the main road she saw leading into the city. A place to get a hot meal and warm up sounded wonderful, her eagerness seen in her steps even as he rubbed her arms to return warmth to them. The sun had barely peeked over the far off mountain by the time she reached the outer wall of the town, greeted by the guards who saw her distress and pointed her off in the direction of a tavern.
Thankful, she hurried along the cobblestone street, taking in a long deep breath as she passed the bakery, the scent of food making her stomach growl. It had been a full day since she ate the last of her rations, only getting by on various plants and berries that had managed to bloom early. She would have to be mindful next time, she scolded herself mentally. Soon enough, following the directions she was given, she came to the tavern. Relief washed over her, and she stepped inside.
Being early, no one else was there except a haggard looking older woman who walked with a slight limp as she wiped down the counter. A fire was burning in one corner of the room, the warmth spreading out and touching her. Smiling, she walked to the older woman. "Excuse me, but is there any chance of a meal at this time?"
The woman huffed, and without verbal answer disappeared into the back. Shrugging, the young woman walked over to a chair near the fire and sat down, reaching out and letting the warmth of the fire spread from her fingers and slowly through the rest of her, melting away the chill that threatened to set it.
@CAS
Bakers stoked their ovens and prepared their dough, the faint aroma of freshly baked bread drifting on a morning breeze. Butchers, blacksmiths, tailors and all other merchants and workers woke with the sun to get their stores ready for the locals and any travelers that stumbled upon their quaint simple place.
One such traveler stumbled out of the woods, visibly shaking and soaked head to toe. Her fair features were twisted in annoyance as she brushed the dark brown hair from her face. Even with warmer days on the horizon, it was still quite chilly this early and some of it had begun to freeze to her skin. Pushing through the last of the bushes, dark green eyes scanned the sloped plains below her. Patches of tilled land spread out before her, beyond that a wall surrounding a town, smoke billowing from the chimneys.
The Elven lady smiled, and started off for the main road she saw leading into the city. A place to get a hot meal and warm up sounded wonderful, her eagerness seen in her steps even as he rubbed her arms to return warmth to them. The sun had barely peeked over the far off mountain by the time she reached the outer wall of the town, greeted by the guards who saw her distress and pointed her off in the direction of a tavern.
Thankful, she hurried along the cobblestone street, taking in a long deep breath as she passed the bakery, the scent of food making her stomach growl. It had been a full day since she ate the last of her rations, only getting by on various plants and berries that had managed to bloom early. She would have to be mindful next time, she scolded herself mentally. Soon enough, following the directions she was given, she came to the tavern. Relief washed over her, and she stepped inside.
Being early, no one else was there except a haggard looking older woman who walked with a slight limp as she wiped down the counter. A fire was burning in one corner of the room, the warmth spreading out and touching her. Smiling, she walked to the older woman. "Excuse me, but is there any chance of a meal at this time?"
The woman huffed, and without verbal answer disappeared into the back. Shrugging, the young woman walked over to a chair near the fire and sat down, reaching out and letting the warmth of the fire spread from her fingers and slowly through the rest of her, melting away the chill that threatened to set it.
@CAS