(Bitter) Sweet [Iollan, Ebony]
Dec 3, 2015 9:07:58 GMT
Post by dualscepters on Dec 3, 2015 9:07:58 GMT
--- Stars 1st, 8291
The skies were covered in heavy clouds, a familiar bite – more than what was found in the early morning chill in the past months – in the air. The first snow of the new winter could fall at any minute, any day.
By contrast, the Sugar Wisp was delightfully warm, the scents of different treats mixing into an strong aroma describable only by the word “sweet”. It was nearly empty at this time, but from the back rooms came rhythmic but nearly completely muffled sounds, clearly indicating that the shop workers were preparing for the day. All in all, it was a soothing, welcoming place.
When Iollan had stepped inside, the door’s bell chiming cheerfully in tandem with a light emitting from an attached crystal, Rónán had frozen in place, wide-eyed for a split second before squinting at him. Just as he usually did, when no one else was around. But the younger elf had made no comment, seemingly remembering Iollan’s far gloomier visit from a week ago, and simply given him a curt nod before hurrying to the back. Whether he was eager to distance himself from his cousin, legitimately busy, or both – that was not Iollan’s problem today.
Some minutes later found Iollan sitting quietly at one of the shop’s small tables, one tucked neatly in an almost-corner formed by shelves, by the counter and away from the front windows. He wasn’t truly tired – Atros knew he had had plenty of sleep (restful or not), and he had woken feeling okay enough to walk through town. But here, something hooked its claws in him, determined to drag him down.
He was tired, but not, but he was. As he sat, he flipped through but didn’t quite read a pamphlet plucked from the front of the shop, trying not to think of family.
((Occasional guest appearances from Rónán and shop NPCs may occur :b))
The skies were covered in heavy clouds, a familiar bite – more than what was found in the early morning chill in the past months – in the air. The first snow of the new winter could fall at any minute, any day.
By contrast, the Sugar Wisp was delightfully warm, the scents of different treats mixing into an strong aroma describable only by the word “sweet”. It was nearly empty at this time, but from the back rooms came rhythmic but nearly completely muffled sounds, clearly indicating that the shop workers were preparing for the day. All in all, it was a soothing, welcoming place.
When Iollan had stepped inside, the door’s bell chiming cheerfully in tandem with a light emitting from an attached crystal, Rónán had frozen in place, wide-eyed for a split second before squinting at him. Just as he usually did, when no one else was around. But the younger elf had made no comment, seemingly remembering Iollan’s far gloomier visit from a week ago, and simply given him a curt nod before hurrying to the back. Whether he was eager to distance himself from his cousin, legitimately busy, or both – that was not Iollan’s problem today.
Some minutes later found Iollan sitting quietly at one of the shop’s small tables, one tucked neatly in an almost-corner formed by shelves, by the counter and away from the front windows. He wasn’t truly tired – Atros knew he had had plenty of sleep (restful or not), and he had woken feeling okay enough to walk through town. But here, something hooked its claws in him, determined to drag him down.
He was tired, but not, but he was. As he sat, he flipped through but didn’t quite read a pamphlet plucked from the front of the shop, trying not to think of family.
((Occasional guest appearances from Rónán and shop NPCs may occur :b))
