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 Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 3:52 pm
The bell to Vermillion Bakery stuttered with several awkward jingles as Wasa backed into the door, One hand steadied a wicker basket against her hip while the other carried, well, it was hard to say. Something part oboe, part tree-trimmer was a decent guess. She shimmied through the opening,keeping her foot in the jam to release another case got caught by its strap.
She relaxed her shoulders as her breath filled with the smells of the bakery. Fresh breads, the smell of sugar in the icing, all the things that made her want to just drop her basket on the counter and tell them to fill 'er up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 8:46 am
The bakery was quiet, with a few patrons sitting in the few chairs and tables, each chatting together and enjoying their pastries. There was no line up to the counter just then, and there was only one person -- well, half a person -- standing behind the counter, currently setting out a new batch of fresh, multicolored macarons. His hair matched the bright colors of the confections, and there was something very calming about the smooth repetition of his movements.
As the bell jingled, this pink-haired stag lifted his head to greet the newcomer. After a brief pause, where he took in the woman's general appearance -- what on earth was that in her hand? -- the frei smiled his usual warm smile and lifted a hand.
"Salut," he said in his low lilt, making eye contact with the newcomer. Or was she new? He had the oddest feeling he'd seen her somewhere before...
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