Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 6:09:13 GMT -5
(And now the crack begins. 
<3)
Elsa listened to the cheerful chirps of morning birds, the gentle bristle of the trees that lined the market place and the light, tinging click-clack of her own high heels as she made her way across the empty square, the sun still trying to make its last push up and above the horizon. She took a moment to stop, her hands folded across her front neatly, to approach the low stone wall that marked the edge of Radiant Garden's city boundaries and lean against it, staring out at the endless purple plains below. In the distance, past a might fissure that appeared as though a giant, gnarled fingernail had ripped a chunk out of the earth, a fissure that now served as a dry moat, stood a castle, its face adorned with the Heartless emblem and its towers, tall and might and spiralling, made of metals of all colours and thicknesses, stood stark against the rising ball of flame. The Snow Queen smiled softly. It wasn't quite the same as sunrise from her bedroom balcony in Arendelle, but it was beautiful, and it captured her for a few minutes.
As the sound of doors and windows opening behind her pulled her from her thoughts, the sounds of the market opening its stalls and setting up for yet another day of selling, buying, dealing and trading reminding her where she was supposed to be, Elsa pushed away from the wall and continued walking, passing shops selling weapons, armour, accessories and even ice cream. She descended a few flights of stony steps before turning into a narrow street, mentally following the instructions her friend had left for her.
She passed the home of Merlin, the elderly wizard, who had once helped (well, tried) to train her to control her powers. She smiled fondly at the bright wood of the big, rounded door as she walked past, heels clicking, until it strained her neck too much to look anymore. Either way, there was no need to rush -- she could see the bakery down the street. A smile formed on her lips.
She sped up slightly, not wanting to be tardy, and soon found herself standing outside the quaint establishment, staring through the glass windows at the rows upon rows of delectable cakes, muffins, and other sweet treats laid out on the window-front display. The mere sight of them made Elsa's stomach rumble, and she peered, enticed, at a chocolate cupcake with a little pink chocolate heart on it for too long than she wanted to admit before moving before over to the door, knocking gently and pushing it open, sticking her head inside.
"Antique?" she asked, spotting no one behind the counter. "I'm here."
<3)Elsa listened to the cheerful chirps of morning birds, the gentle bristle of the trees that lined the market place and the light, tinging click-clack of her own high heels as she made her way across the empty square, the sun still trying to make its last push up and above the horizon. She took a moment to stop, her hands folded across her front neatly, to approach the low stone wall that marked the edge of Radiant Garden's city boundaries and lean against it, staring out at the endless purple plains below. In the distance, past a might fissure that appeared as though a giant, gnarled fingernail had ripped a chunk out of the earth, a fissure that now served as a dry moat, stood a castle, its face adorned with the Heartless emblem and its towers, tall and might and spiralling, made of metals of all colours and thicknesses, stood stark against the rising ball of flame. The Snow Queen smiled softly. It wasn't quite the same as sunrise from her bedroom balcony in Arendelle, but it was beautiful, and it captured her for a few minutes.
As the sound of doors and windows opening behind her pulled her from her thoughts, the sounds of the market opening its stalls and setting up for yet another day of selling, buying, dealing and trading reminding her where she was supposed to be, Elsa pushed away from the wall and continued walking, passing shops selling weapons, armour, accessories and even ice cream. She descended a few flights of stony steps before turning into a narrow street, mentally following the instructions her friend had left for her.
She passed the home of Merlin, the elderly wizard, who had once helped (well, tried) to train her to control her powers. She smiled fondly at the bright wood of the big, rounded door as she walked past, heels clicking, until it strained her neck too much to look anymore. Either way, there was no need to rush -- she could see the bakery down the street. A smile formed on her lips.
She sped up slightly, not wanting to be tardy, and soon found herself standing outside the quaint establishment, staring through the glass windows at the rows upon rows of delectable cakes, muffins, and other sweet treats laid out on the window-front display. The mere sight of them made Elsa's stomach rumble, and she peered, enticed, at a chocolate cupcake with a little pink chocolate heart on it for too long than she wanted to admit before moving before over to the door, knocking gently and pushing it open, sticking her head inside.
"Antique?" she asked, spotting no one behind the counter. "I'm here."
