07-23-2018, 01:33 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Within the comfortable confines of the tiny, stone cottage resides the lovely Miss Imperia. The wooden door, painted a playful blue, is propped open to allow free movement from inside to the cute little garden out front and back. Simple glass windows are opened as well, sheer curtains the shade of lavender flowing gently in the night breeze. A warm, savory scent drifts along with the wind. It originates from quaint little building, accompanied by the melodious sound of someone singing. It is soft, as if murmured beneath the breath as Imperia moves about her space. A narrow column of smoke rises from the chimney, confirming to the world that cooking is going on inside.
Roasted pheasant and rabbit stew to be precise. And a lot more than one wolf can eat on her own. Truth be told, Imperia does not eat all that often. But she loves to cook, and she knows plenty of residents who are not fond of consuming raw meat. So she explores her culinary skill in her free time in hopes of proving enough meals to please her pickier friends. Of course, she is willing to share with anyone who comes knocking. Sharing is the best part.
Shininglight really need not knock on the door. Imperia is so busy hustling from place to place that she would have noticed him eventually as he stood outside the open door. "Oh, bonsoir," she greets, momentarily started by the unexpected knocking. Well, it is not so much unexpected as she is timid and jumpy. Argent eyes narrow to discern the person's figure from the darkness, and her expression softens upon recognizing Shininglight. They have not spoken much, but she recognizes him from the Halo tryouts. "Can I help you with anything, Monsieur?" The girl asks with a warm smile as she hangs up the ladle she was using to stir the stew on the mantle of the fireplace.
Roasted pheasant and rabbit stew to be precise. And a lot more than one wolf can eat on her own. Truth be told, Imperia does not eat all that often. But she loves to cook, and she knows plenty of residents who are not fond of consuming raw meat. So she explores her culinary skill in her free time in hopes of proving enough meals to please her pickier friends. Of course, she is willing to share with anyone who comes knocking. Sharing is the best part.
Shininglight really need not knock on the door. Imperia is so busy hustling from place to place that she would have noticed him eventually as he stood outside the open door. "Oh, bonsoir," she greets, momentarily started by the unexpected knocking. Well, it is not so much unexpected as she is timid and jumpy. Argent eyes narrow to discern the person's figure from the darkness, and her expression softens upon recognizing Shininglight. They have not spoken much, but she recognizes him from the Halo tryouts. "Can I help you with anything, Monsieur?" The girl asks with a warm smile as she hangs up the ladle she was using to stir the stew on the mantle of the fireplace.