Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380 
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 19, 2016 20:21:04 GMT -8
A bakery. But not just any bakery: A bakery so quaint, cozy, and generally pleasant that one feels right at home, taking a seat at the counter, on a chair, or in a plushly-padded booth. Glass-covered shelves run the length of the counter, displaying the many different types of goods available - breads, cookies, tarts, pastries, pies, cakes, cupcakes.. if it can be imagined, it can be seen on those shelves. Behind the counter are yet more shelves, filled with bags labeled with descriptions such as, Hot Cocoa, Mocha Cafe, Vanilla Bean, and many others - anyone who asks will happily be given a sample of one of the special drinks that can be made from the contents of these bags.
Bustling around behind the counter and up-and-down the stairs to the second floor baking center can be seen the owner and baker extraordinaire, one Eleniel Windsong, a petite blonde-haired, grey-eyed Elf who is new to Travére. Always ready with a smile, a laugh, and a friendly word, she gladly serves anyone, regardless of race or creed. As long as they're not mean! (And she loves to give out free samples. Really.) |
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Feb 23, 2016 11:59:06 GMT -8
The door clatters open, and Zaræn walks in. Cradled in one arm is a gift basket, filled with fine Gaulish win, a selection of his home brews, and fine cheese.
"Salut Len! I hope you are here, otherwise you left your door unlocked! I come bearing gifts, and with a raucous, rending, ravenous appetite! I am eager to sample your legendary baked goods."
He settles his gift basket on the counter, moving in a slow circle taking in the room.
"You have done much in a short time. Most impressive mon-cher!"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 23, 2016 15:31:47 GMT -8
There was a clatter from a back room, followed by the little blonde Elf herself poking her head out of the curtain-covered doorway. Upon spotting Zaræn, a broad smile curled across her lips, and she emerged from the room, wiping flour from her hands onto an apron around her waist. "Hello again, Zaræn! It's good to see you." Rolling up the sleeves of her blue dress, she leaned against the counter with a chuckle, eyeing the basket of goodies as she grinned. "And you come bearing gifts! Delicious gifts, at that. I can't wait to dig in."
Looking around the bakery, Len couldn't help being completely proud of herself. "I like to get things done quickly. No point wasting time doing nothing, right? Speaking of, let me get you some samples." Moving away from the open space of counter, she began to collect a few small sample cake squares from the display case where she kept them, carefully selecting different flavors, stabbing them with a toothpick, before placing them on a large platter. "How is business? Good, I hope?"
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Feb 23, 2016 16:30:47 GMT -8
Zaræn rubs his hand excitedly, as the cakes are laid out before him. Taking the first he pops into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He lets out satisfied noise.
"You are as talented a baker as you claimed, Mademoiselle Len! Business is doing fantastic as always. I have a feeling it will be even better soon, thanks to a deal I am going to cut, with a beautiful elven friend of mine!"
He gives her a friendly grin, indicating it is just friendly flirting, nothing serious.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 23, 2016 16:40:27 GMT -8
With the tray laid before him, Len propped her hands on her hips and waited to see what he thought. His reaction made her grin, blushing prettily. "Ahh, so you like my triple-layer raspberry-chocolate cake, then? Good to know. Hard to go wrong with raspberry and chocolate, in my opinion. You should try the coconut cream angel cake." She pointed to a square of fluffy white cake layered and iced with smooth white frosting.
"Glad to hear business is good. I hope my business is as good one day. Maybe that deal I'm going to be offered by a handsome tavern owner will do us both some good." She smiled, winking playfully at him to show that she got his not-serious flirting for what it was, and that she could give as good as she got! When you're around for as long as Len has been, flirting is like water off a duck's back.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Feb 23, 2016 17:06:28 GMT -8
"Ah, Len mon-cher, we are so lucky to have such attractive friends, offering such lucrative deals."
Zaræn pops another piece of cake into his mouth. Just as good if not better than the first. It was also better than what he currently purchased, from a bakery half way across town.
"So let us talk numbers. My needs change depending on the day of the week. I'll need a bakers dozen of say three different deserts Monday's through Thursday's. Going up to five Fridays through Sundays. How much do you think is fair for that?"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 23, 2016 17:18:51 GMT -8
"Aren't we, though?" Chuckling, Len idly offered him another cake square. Was she trying to fatten him up? No, but she loved feeding people. Especially people she liked. And since Zaræn was the first person to really try and befriend her since her arrival in this country, she liked him! It wasn't hard to make Len like you, in truth. "Here, try this one. It's cinnamon coffee cake with vanilla-butter frosting. A personal favorite, if I do say so myself."
As he started to discuss his needs, she folded her arms atop the counter, leaning her weight on them with a thoughtful tilt of the head as she considered. "Well, let's see.. thirteen times.." One hand lifted, tracing numbers in the air as she did the math and muttered to herself. "..carry the two.. so... I'd think fifty gold pieces a week would be fair, since you're buying in bulk. And I'm assuming you'll send anyone who asks about your desserts in my direction; likewise, anyone looking for a good tavern, I'll direct them to yours."
Len paused, seeming to ponder something, then continued. "..I also have a favor to ask. I've decided that I need to learn how to speak the language here. Would you be willing to teach me, and if not, do you know someone who will?" Not being able to speak the native tongue was proving to be a bit of a hindrance.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Feb 24, 2016 11:50:00 GMT -8
Zaræn frowns at Len laying a hand on his heart.
"Len mon-cher, that is far to generous! Cakes this good, I will be selling for at least a gold coin each! As it is now I often run out of desert, and those cakes are not half as good. I won't pay you a gold less than 125 a week, I will be making 351 gold pieces at minimum so this seems fair moi. The rest of your deal though, seems quite fair."
He smiles once again, a firm smile that brooks no argument. He then extends his hand, to seal the deal.
"Teach you Gaulish? I can certainly do that! The question is when? I am always free in the mornings, before my tavern opens. Though I imagine you will need to be up and baking. I suppose if you don't mind interruptions, we could conduct the lessons in the evenings. I can teach you, when I am not talking to patrons."
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 24, 2016 12:01:54 GMT -8
Len blinked, looking quite puzzled. "Oh, really? Hm. I've never owned my own shop before, so I didn't think they were worth quite that much. If you think one hundred twenty-five a week is fair, then I trust your judgement." Maybe she should've done some research on this stuff before opening her bakery. She'd just been so excited by the prospect. She probably needed to work on her impulse control. But where was the fun in that?
When he extended his hand, Len grinned, reaching out and taking it with her own in a firm shake. "Fantastic. I don't mind interruptions at all. Besides, doing it in an active environment will probably provide more opportunities to learn new things." Releasing his hand, she plucked up a cake square from the display case - this one a pale pink with fluffy white frosting and a slice of candied strawberry on top - and popped it into her mouth. She sighed. So good! She was going to get fat owning this place. Ahh who was she kidding, she never seemed to gain weight. "I owe you, Zaræn. Thank you so much."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on Feb 24, 2016 12:27:03 GMT -8
Zaræn waves of Len's thanls, flashing a charming smile.
"Think nothing of it mon-cher! Helping people is it's own reward."
He pops another cake in his mouths, and heads towards the door.
"I look forward to seeing much more of you. Au revoir!"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Feb 24, 2016 12:30:02 GMT -8
Len chuckled, waving at him as he departed. "Absolutely. See you soon, Zaræn." Folding her arms atop the counter again, she grinned. Yep. She was going to like it here. Straightening, she ate another cake square, then sighed and put the remainder of the samples back in their case. With that, she returned to the back room and the items she'd been working on. No rest for the wear, after all.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Mar 28, 2016 18:40:12 GMT -8
Alecos pushed the door open, walking into the room with a small bundle of daffodils. They reminded him of Eleniel, so he thought he would buy them for him. He did hope she liked them; he would hate to have miscalculated.
He made his way to the counter, leaving the pile of flowers on the bench top and taking a seat as he waited for Eleniel to emerge from the back room.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 28, 2016 18:57:24 GMT -8
Eleniel was indeed in the back room, and she heard the bell over the door jingle merrily, indicating the arrival of a customer. "Please have a seat, I'll be out in just a moment!" Her cheery sing-song voice was heard from behind the curtained-off doorway, followed by the mild racket of her putting away whatever it was she'd been doing, and then a few moments later, the Elf herself appeared. Wiping flour from her hands onto the apron around her waist, she checked to make sure she didn't have any of the white dusty substance on her green dress before raising grey eyes to see who was there.
She stopped dead upon spotting Alecos, and before she could stop it, a blush permeated her cheeks, even as her features were claimed by a wide, delighted smile. "Alecos! How wonderful to see you! This is such a pleasant surprise!" Trotting lightly across the floor with her blonde braid trailing behind her, she came around the counter to greet him properly, and as she rounded the corner, she glimpsed the bundle of flowers resting atop the wooden surface. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, my! Are those for me?" She pointed to the daffodils, then back at herself, her delicate face lit up with joy.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Mar 28, 2016 21:43:17 GMT -8
"Well, of course they are. I don't know any other bakers. Do you like daffodils? I wasn't quite sure which flowers to get."
Alecos picked up the bundle delicately, offering them across to her. They had an unusual scent - quite different to ordinary daffodils.
"They're Cantio Sunbloom daffodils, from back home. We exported a shipment several years back - I didn't realise that someone was growing them."
He looked around the room, craning his head to see the bottles, boxes and bags that were scattered about the place.
"You've set yourself up well here. How long have you been in Travére for?"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 28, 2016 22:09:05 GMT -8
They were for her! Len lit up to rival the sun shining outside, and moved closer to him, reaching out to take the daffodils. They were raised toward her face, and she gently nuzzled her features into the blossoms, inhaling the fragrance. Oh, it was so unique! It made her giggle, a soft, girlish sound that, while fitting with her appearance, was so totally contrary to her age. Looking up at Alecos over the bobbing yellow heads of the blooms, she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling merrily. "Daffodils are my favorite flower. These are wonderful. Thank you so much, Alecos."
After popping up onto her toes to grace him with a soft kiss to the cheek, she bustled back around behind the counter with a spring in her step. Retrieving an empty glass pitcher, she filled it with water from the magical tap (Gods, but she loved magic sometimes - so convenient!), and placed the daffodils within it. The pitcher was then given pride of place on the counter where it could be seen and appreciated, and where the sunlight shining in through the windows could reach the blooms. With that done, she turned a beaming smile on Alecos, and leaned against the counter nearest him. "Not terribly long. I think I'd been here for about three weeks by the time I met you? Time is a funny thing, I tend to lose track."
..Except that she'd been counting the days since the last time she saw him. Why was that? Perhaps it was the magical memory of that dance they'd shared, or the way he'd looked silhouetted by the moonlight in the garden... He was just as striking in the light of day, simply in a.. different way. Trying to ignore these thoughts, and the odd feelings that came with them, she tilted her head curiously. "How long are you planning to stay in Travére? You should really see some of the sights while you're here, if you haven't already. I've heard the Memorial Park is really something in spring, though I've yet to have chance to see it myself." She was a busy little bee, usually.. he was lucky he'd caught her in a lull!
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Mar 29, 2016 0:32:22 GMT -8
Alecos sat up ramrod straight in his chair when Eleniel kissed him on the cheek, most surprised by her gesture. He was pleased she liked the flowers, though.
"You know... I haven't really decided yet. Nowhere else calls to me, so I suppose I'll be here until I need to be somewhere else. I am sorry I didn't come to see you until now, by the way. I e been caught up in a handful of different things."
"I haven't been to see much yet... I was considering going later on today after I'd come to see you. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 29, 2016 0:41:14 GMT -8
Len missed his reaction to the kiss. Whether that was due to sheer bubbliness at the time or general obliviousness was anyone's guess, but regardless, she was far too happy to notice, or feel bad at the prospect that she might've made him uncomfortable. With her arms crossed atop the counter and her body leaning into it, she nodded in understanding as he spoke; her own wandering days were over, now, but she could understand wandering to find that place where you were needed at the time, and so she shook her head to deny his apology when he offered it. "It's quite alright, Alecos. I'm sure you're a busy man. It'd be silly of me to expect you to devote much attention to a woman you barely know."
Then he asked if she'd like to accompany him as he roamed, and she grinned, bouncing lightly on her toes while her hands clapped lightly together in a gesture of happiness. "Of course! I can go whenever you'd like. Just give me a couple of minutes to close up and I can be ready to leave at any time." Oh goodness, was this like... No, of course not. They were just friends. ..Weren't they? He'd brought her flowers! Did just friends give each other flowers? Len was confused, but pleased, regardless.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Mar 29, 2016 0:47:18 GMT -8
"Excellent. I shall await you outside while you finish up."
Alecos rose and spun, lifting his folded jacket from the seat where it Kay and pulling it on, before stepping outside and waiting for her.
As he waited, he leant against the wall, pondering.
Do friends bring each other flowers? Did I do the wrong thing? I just wanted to try and be nice... Should I have even invited her out? That's what friends do, right? ... Being a friend is hard.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Mar 29, 2016 0:52:42 GMT -8
"Right!" With a giddy squeak, she spun away and quickly went about closing up shop. Apron was removed and hung on a hook, she made sure everything was closed and secured, and that there were no possibly dangerous heat sources left lit. After making sure all the doors aside from the main one were locked, Len skipped outside and locked the front door, depositing the key into a pocket of her skirts. Satisfied with her measures, she turned to Alecos and took his arm in a casual gesture, beaming up at him. "Ready when you are!" With that said, she followed wherever he would lead, a bounce in her step.
<Exit>
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Apr 9, 2016 12:14:19 GMT -8
<The following day>
Eleniel had barely gotten back to her cottage after the disastrous day in the city with Kellam, when she remembered that she was supposed to have dinner with Alecos that evening. She had scrambled to get freshened up and get back to the bakery in time to meet him, and she barely made it; after tucking Oerin into his little stable built to one side of the bakery, she'd gone inside and bustled about for the last half hour before sundown, all the while anxiously checking the angle of the sun through the windows. Finally, with nothing left to do other than make sure (for the umpteenth time) that there were no wrinkles in her dusky pink dress, she plopped herself down on a stool beside the daffodils he'd brought.
Unable to help herself, she drew the pitcher closer, and nestled her face in among the blossoms. Inhaling their sweet fragrance with a smile, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to wish. She couldn't deny now that Kellam held no place in her thoughts, or her heart; imaginings of Alecos dominated both, remembrances of their dance at the ball.. she pictured the two of them entwined below the boughs of a tree like the couple they'd seen yesterday. What would it be like, to feel his arms around her, to look up into his eyes and see love there, to feel the press of his lips against hers? Len sighed, rustling the petals of the daffodils in which her face was still hidden. "You are an idiot, Eleniel Windsong."
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