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- Posted: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 02:39:59 +0000
Lady Hyacinth de Seraphim
Location: The streets of Wintersrowe, heading towards Heaven's Basement
With: Herself
Emotion: Determind
Wrapping herself in a cloak before she left, Hyacinth looked at her glorious apartment. If only she could spend all her days here, whiling away at her potion-making. It brought her such joy to do so. However; sustenance was needed and she needed it badly. Not covering her face, but covering her regular outfit, she locked her doors and went outside.
The noise coming from some sort of commotion could be heard but it was of no concern of hers. If the guard wanted payment to deal with it, she would do so when the time came. What happened to the others was of no concern of hers unless she could make something from it.
She turned, her long violet hair bouncing as she started walking. Where exactly could she get food? She was thinking of the market at first but it was always so busy and annoying. She didn't like the comments made towards her by some of the merchants there. While some days it was easy to ignore, the days where it wasn't were the things she remembered. There was one in particular, a particularly rude man. She had sworn to get him back. Maybe today was going to be the day. Or maybe not. Hyacinth hadn't decided yet.
Instead she headed towards the Tavern. Heaven's Basement was like a second home. Very few, dull, men ever went there. Most of the people there were rather pleasant. It would be nice if she actually would try talking to one of them for once. Instead, she'd sit in the corner, sip her wine, and people watch. And hey, sometimes she ends up making business contacts there. Today was not a day for business. Today was a day of relaxing. After all, her sleeping drought recipe had been taking so long to complete. Determined to get to the tavern, she started to quicken her pace.
Location: The streets of Wintersrowe, heading towards Heaven's Basement
With: Herself
Emotion: Determind
Wrapping herself in a cloak before she left, Hyacinth looked at her glorious apartment. If only she could spend all her days here, whiling away at her potion-making. It brought her such joy to do so. However; sustenance was needed and she needed it badly. Not covering her face, but covering her regular outfit, she locked her doors and went outside.
The noise coming from some sort of commotion could be heard but it was of no concern of hers. If the guard wanted payment to deal with it, she would do so when the time came. What happened to the others was of no concern of hers unless she could make something from it.
She turned, her long violet hair bouncing as she started walking. Where exactly could she get food? She was thinking of the market at first but it was always so busy and annoying. She didn't like the comments made towards her by some of the merchants there. While some days it was easy to ignore, the days where it wasn't were the things she remembered. There was one in particular, a particularly rude man. She had sworn to get him back. Maybe today was going to be the day. Or maybe not. Hyacinth hadn't decided yet.
Instead she headed towards the Tavern. Heaven's Basement was like a second home. Very few, dull, men ever went there. Most of the people there were rather pleasant. It would be nice if she actually would try talking to one of them for once. Instead, she'd sit in the corner, sip her wine, and people watch. And hey, sometimes she ends up making business contacts there. Today was not a day for business. Today was a day of relaxing. After all, her sleeping drought recipe had been taking so long to complete. Determined to get to the tavern, she started to quicken her pace.