First meet [ Nina || Vakko ]
Feb 23, 2015 0:30:31 GMT
Post by Skylinne on Feb 23, 2015 0:30:31 GMT
[ this RP takes place 3 years ago - Month of Seeds, 8288 ]
It was a very mild day. With the real summer around the corner and the temperatures going up, or as up as they can go so up north as Valsk, people started to spend more and more time outside. Since it was the first hours of morning, however, there weren't many going on around. As Vakko walked down the main street that led to the smith shop he worked on, he watched casually as the vendors began to pop their shops open, dusting off the entrances and greeting their neighbors. Since his house was on the city outskirts, his father had more or less forced him to take on a warm jacket, which he had no choice but to comply, even though he had already taken it off the moment he entered through the gates. For the Gods' sakes, I'm 24 already, when will he stop worrying whether or not I'll catch a cold? He rolled his eyes with a smirk. His father had lived his whole life in Linhythe and never got quite used to the northern cold. Vakko himself had suffered a lot on his first years but, by now, he very much preferred the cold winters of Valsk over Linhythe's choky's summer.
When he turned left to enter the smith's shop street, his nose caught up with something he couldn't just ignore. The smell of fresh baked bread. His stomach rumbled, reminding him how he forgot to eat his breakfast, and his feet turned around without his mind's consent, heading towards the open bakery. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, wondering whether or not it was worth the scolding he'd probably receive, and decided it was damn well worth it, since he had done it many times before, and his boss was rather fond of him... even if his punishments were ones out of a devil's mind, for sure. The shop itself was simple, a blue and white coloring and a white canopy, several windows and a large door in the middle with the inscription "Heaven's Stove" on the top.
Vakko had always found that name amusing, but it was well deserved. As he entered, he waved the waiter hello. The bald man smiled, as the half elf had been a client for years now, and set up to grab some tea and a fresh bread as Vakko sat down.
It was a very mild day. With the real summer around the corner and the temperatures going up, or as up as they can go so up north as Valsk, people started to spend more and more time outside. Since it was the first hours of morning, however, there weren't many going on around. As Vakko walked down the main street that led to the smith shop he worked on, he watched casually as the vendors began to pop their shops open, dusting off the entrances and greeting their neighbors. Since his house was on the city outskirts, his father had more or less forced him to take on a warm jacket, which he had no choice but to comply, even though he had already taken it off the moment he entered through the gates. For the Gods' sakes, I'm 24 already, when will he stop worrying whether or not I'll catch a cold? He rolled his eyes with a smirk. His father had lived his whole life in Linhythe and never got quite used to the northern cold. Vakko himself had suffered a lot on his first years but, by now, he very much preferred the cold winters of Valsk over Linhythe's choky's summer.
When he turned left to enter the smith's shop street, his nose caught up with something he couldn't just ignore. The smell of fresh baked bread. His stomach rumbled, reminding him how he forgot to eat his breakfast, and his feet turned around without his mind's consent, heading towards the open bakery. He looked over his shoulder for a moment, wondering whether or not it was worth the scolding he'd probably receive, and decided it was damn well worth it, since he had done it many times before, and his boss was rather fond of him... even if his punishments were ones out of a devil's mind, for sure. The shop itself was simple, a blue and white coloring and a white canopy, several windows and a large door in the middle with the inscription "Heaven's Stove" on the top.
Vakko had always found that name amusing, but it was well deserved. As he entered, he waved the waiter hello. The bald man smiled, as the half elf had been a client for years now, and set up to grab some tea and a fresh bread as Vakko sat down.