Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2019 22:08:32 GMT
(January 2nd, open to all could wander into the Snuggly Duckling. Beware, Gilded Wings, there's no guild talk to the unaware. :3c)
Large hands smoothed over a dingy rag that polished the wood atop the counter, a careless pattern almost akin to dancing rocked his movements. Ivory sleeves hugged his elbows whilst he continued his cleaning, a smooth grin playing atop his lips. His attire was nearly identical to his usual aside from his blue vest was one of leather, he wanted to prevent any stabs to the heart if possible. Halting his movements, his earthy-gold eyes drifted towards the doorway with a yearning expression. This man had someone to return to, he often pondered about her through his monitoring of guild activity and if he was making a good choice.
However, it was due to them that Corona was somewhat unaffected by war, they smuggled goods and ensured their economy wasn’t dropping due to lack of trade amongst neighboring cities. Flynn, possibly biased would watch the towering silhouette of the castle and think to himself. Suddenly he plunged his hand into his trouser pocket to thumb over a locket; the mere touch of the warmed metal caused the slightest sigh to part from his lips. Oh… Rapunzel. He imagined she was staring longingly out her own window, possibly towards the forest.
Hearty laughter tore forth his daydreams and he altered his warm cocoa gaze towards a hearty crowd. Majority of the people who gathered within this particular inn was Gilded Wings, however they did get their share of wanderers and recruits. Most people here minded their own business; they were fugitives of many sorts and struggled to escape the guards.
“Aye! Rider, an ale!” hollered a compatriot which elicited a quirked eyebrow from said Rider, his cheeks perked whilst he smiled so smugly. “Me? I didn’t hear a please with that,” he laughed heartily as he was already pouring the mug before sliding it down the counter towards the robust individual. He was known as the deputy, an ironic name for thieves. They awarded him this title mockingly so but he wore it with pride now, he was their senior in a way and he looked upon his members somewhat fondly.
Large hands smoothed over a dingy rag that polished the wood atop the counter, a careless pattern almost akin to dancing rocked his movements. Ivory sleeves hugged his elbows whilst he continued his cleaning, a smooth grin playing atop his lips. His attire was nearly identical to his usual aside from his blue vest was one of leather, he wanted to prevent any stabs to the heart if possible. Halting his movements, his earthy-gold eyes drifted towards the doorway with a yearning expression. This man had someone to return to, he often pondered about her through his monitoring of guild activity and if he was making a good choice.
However, it was due to them that Corona was somewhat unaffected by war, they smuggled goods and ensured their economy wasn’t dropping due to lack of trade amongst neighboring cities. Flynn, possibly biased would watch the towering silhouette of the castle and think to himself. Suddenly he plunged his hand into his trouser pocket to thumb over a locket; the mere touch of the warmed metal caused the slightest sigh to part from his lips. Oh… Rapunzel. He imagined she was staring longingly out her own window, possibly towards the forest.
Hearty laughter tore forth his daydreams and he altered his warm cocoa gaze towards a hearty crowd. Majority of the people who gathered within this particular inn was Gilded Wings, however they did get their share of wanderers and recruits. Most people here minded their own business; they were fugitives of many sorts and struggled to escape the guards.
“Aye! Rider, an ale!” hollered a compatriot which elicited a quirked eyebrow from said Rider, his cheeks perked whilst he smiled so smugly. “Me? I didn’t hear a please with that,” he laughed heartily as he was already pouring the mug before sliding it down the counter towards the robust individual. He was known as the deputy, an ironic name for thieves. They awarded him this title mockingly so but he wore it with pride now, he was their senior in a way and he looked upon his members somewhat fondly.