[ 12 - Shop ]
with @bronzedvisage
Dietrich is lingering over the offerings of the baker at the market when a soft white glow catches his attention, just out of the corner of his eye. He whips around.
That same white-clad stranger.
βWhy are you here. Has the time of >>
Dietrich accepted it, drawing it across his upper lip to breathe the deep of the sweet scent.
βAh. Drawn from the oven no less than. Two hours ago. You got them fresh. I thank you.β Then itβs gone, into his mouth as he begins walking towards the gate.
βThat would be >>
... He caught her.
It's not like she didn't want to share with him, of course she does! But would he think of her as childish for eating sweet pastries so frequently?
She handed him a sweet bun.
"It's me, Sweetie. This is the last one. I would have brought more if I knew +
His eyes narrowed.
βHold. What is that smell?β
He tucked the broken sword, bent at an odd angle from doing Gods know what, behind his back. He leaned over.
βIs thatβ¦ did somebody come through here with. Ahem. Baked goods?β
The blue haired was, once again, consuming a sweet 'discreetly' when he emerged. He always caught her like this.
"Sweetie! Don't spook me like that"
Esmeralda said once she finished chewing.
"Mhmm..."
She pondered, for a minute.
"Oh, I know! We can find those in the +
[ 17 - Local ]
with @xSinzasTrident
Three months is not enough time to be familiar with the city, or Dagda as a whole, the way the locals are. His shadow falls over Esme.
βEsmerelda. Where did we find those small clear stones? The cullets. Answerer is in need of. Repairs.β