When life had locked me out, I turned to you...
WHO: Penelo {danceofrapture} and Larsa Ferrinas Solidor {solidor_heir}
WHAT: A man who grew up too soon is brave enough to be a boy again
WHERE: House Bunansa
WHEN: After this
Relief. Relief was what she felt. After nearly a year of pleading, no, begging Larsa to allow himself to be a boy, and to take in the experiences more fitting of a child his age, Larsa had finally followed her advice. His health had been flagging lately from stress, and with the new Gods and Goddesses coming in to decimate the council's structure.. Well, it was no surprise Poor Larsa had finally decided o let the bitter adults handle it.
Penelo held the journal to her chest and did a pirouette in the kitchen. The last month or so for the pair had been hard. Vaan had simply vanished into the balmy air one day, shortly after the girl had closed down her much beloved bakery.
Sometime during their stay in Rivelata, Larsa had turned thirteen years old, and Penelo eighteen, but they were both so busy to survive that they took little consideration for celebrations.
For the first time in months, since the bakery closed, Penelo wanted to bake something sheerly for the joy if it. She crossed the kitchen to turn on the oven to pre-heat. What would she make today?
WHAT: A man who grew up too soon is brave enough to be a boy again
WHERE: House Bunansa
WHEN: After this
Relief. Relief was what she felt. After nearly a year of pleading, no, begging Larsa to allow himself to be a boy, and to take in the experiences more fitting of a child his age, Larsa had finally followed her advice. His health had been flagging lately from stress, and with the new Gods and Goddesses coming in to decimate the council's structure.. Well, it was no surprise Poor Larsa had finally decided o let the bitter adults handle it.
Penelo held the journal to her chest and did a pirouette in the kitchen. The last month or so for the pair had been hard. Vaan had simply vanished into the balmy air one day, shortly after the girl had closed down her much beloved bakery.
Sometime during their stay in Rivelata, Larsa had turned thirteen years old, and Penelo eighteen, but they were both so busy to survive that they took little consideration for celebrations.
For the first time in months, since the bakery closed, Penelo wanted to bake something sheerly for the joy if it. She crossed the kitchen to turn on the oven to pre-heat. What would she make today?