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07 - [Action]
Dec. 7th, 2011 09:02 pm[It’s a bit of a chilly, windy day. Snuggling in his warm clothes, Roy makes his way over to the bakery. If he’s right and not too far off from his quick mathematics, then today is his birthday.
Normally, that’d mean a small celebration with Faylon and Faylen. They would get what they need and maybe some extras if they can risk it, prior to being recruited by Euram. Before he even met them, he doesn’t bother making a big deal of it and just spend the day normally. If the Rainwall merchants know his birthday, they’d tighten their security more.
But that’s in the past, before he joined a troupe for acting training. He’s not really expecting very much, before Faylon and Faylen came along (something which he both get annoyed by and appreciate). But here in Luceti, no one knows his birthday. There’s no reason to bring it up and despite that he likes attention, he also like some peace and quiet. A sense of stability.
Adjusting his scarf again, he enters the bakery and browses the selection. Cake? Pastries? He can indulge himself, but there’s only a lot he can carry to his apartment.
Afterward, he’d be leaving the bakery…carrying a lot of goodies in their containers and bags in his arms. Which might be curious to anyone else who see him.]
Normally, that’d mean a small celebration with Faylon and Faylen. They would get what they need and maybe some extras if they can risk it, prior to being recruited by Euram. Before he even met them, he doesn’t bother making a big deal of it and just spend the day normally. If the Rainwall merchants know his birthday, they’d tighten their security more.
But that’s in the past, before he joined a troupe for acting training. He’s not really expecting very much, before Faylon and Faylen came along (something which he both get annoyed by and appreciate). But here in Luceti, no one knows his birthday. There’s no reason to bring it up and despite that he likes attention, he also like some peace and quiet. A sense of stability.
Adjusting his scarf again, he enters the bakery and browses the selection. Cake? Pastries? He can indulge himself, but there’s only a lot he can carry to his apartment.
Afterward, he’d be leaving the bakery…carrying a lot of goodies in their containers and bags in his arms. Which might be curious to anyone else who see him.]