Post by HarleyKyn on Dec 10, 2020 2:39:25 GMT -5
A quiet and calm morning rests over Suzail as the sun slowly rises into the sky, shedding light over the city and spilling onto the face of a hin clad in orange and black. Slowly everything comes to life as merchants and vendors wake up to open up their shops and stalls, a signal that it was time for Kithlienne to set out on her mission of the day. Hopping down from where she was seated upon a bench, she stretches her arms up towards the sky, slowly raising onto her tip toes as if someone was pulling her taunt like a bow string before settling back down. It's with her trademark grin that she wiggles her fingers towards her favorite walking suit of armor in a departing wave before skipping off with surprising force behind each skipping step.
One by one Kit visits vendor after vendor, baker after baker, asking each one the very same question. "Hiya! Was lookin' to try some new-to-me treats, heard talk of nightmare cookies and candies made of cinnamon, shaped like bones or some such... do ya sell them? Or happen to know who does?" Regardless of the answers she receives, she makes a point of buying a treat from each location, though the item hardly survives the trip to the next vendor, a victim of the micromage's seemingly insatiable sweet tooth.
Raven
One by one Kit visits vendor after vendor, baker after baker, asking each one the very same question. "Hiya! Was lookin' to try some new-to-me treats, heard talk of nightmare cookies and candies made of cinnamon, shaped like bones or some such... do ya sell them? Or happen to know who does?" Regardless of the answers she receives, she makes a point of buying a treat from each location, though the item hardly survives the trip to the next vendor, a victim of the micromage's seemingly insatiable sweet tooth.
Raven