04-10-2021, 05:57 AM
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Baking. With all the ingredients required... A relatively foreign concept to the tiny hybrid. The cook on her mother's ship had been talented. Had always hummed shanties while she worked. But she cooked more than baked.
The sweet smell in the air confused Rowena. The tirone's webbed paws scrambled along, nose lifted in the air, actively sniffing to follow the trail. Sea-green hues large and puzzled. Easily slipping in past the much larger Vaas, seemingly without too much worry. She figured it'd be fine. If not, she'd back out but...
Her interest had been piqued. "Wyvern?" The child called out, nose continuing to twitch and inhale deeply. "What're you doing?" Or actually, "what did you make?" Genuinely curious.
[/td][/tr][/table]The sweet smell in the air confused Rowena. The tirone's webbed paws scrambled along, nose lifted in the air, actively sniffing to follow the trail. Sea-green hues large and puzzled. Easily slipping in past the much larger Vaas, seemingly without too much worry. She figured it'd be fine. If not, she'd back out but...
Her interest had been piqued. "Wyvern?" The child called out, nose continuing to twitch and inhale deeply. "What're you doing?" Or actually, "what did you make?" Genuinely curious.
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( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)
( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)